Re: Always room for one more 2/3
anonymous
November 10 2009, 08:24:51 UTC
Right now he really should be wondering about why there are so many Arthurs but who the hell freaken cares! In an unsteady manner he could barely feel himself being dragged off and thrown over down the couch next to the lovely little bunny.
“Not so hard, you’ll hurt him” scolded the rabbit as he started cuddling up to the grinning American’s stomach. Softly he lifted up his hand to stroke the long fluffy ears, taking in the feel of his new pet. Another pair of dark gloved hands firmly grasped his shoulders, slamming his back against the couch that forcefully turned up his head.
“Oh but he wants get hurt, don’t you bad boy?”
Alfred gulped at that devious grin.
“yes -ss officer”
The term, in heaven the British are the policemen, has never been more true than at this moment, especially when the cop swung his tight high booted legs over the couch. Policeman Arthur’s hands now firmly gripping Alfred’s wrists, holding them up together against the bespectacled nation’s head.
“Why must you be so rough?” whined the cuddly little bunny with a rising blush, kissing the top of Alfred’s nose. The checkered capped nation merely laughed and leaned his face in to Alfred’s ear, biting sharply.
“Bad boys need to be punished now don’t they?" a nibble on the lobe.
”You don’t mind”
hot tongue stroking upwards to the tip
“do you?” another nip and a blow of cool air on the warm red flesh.
Alfred shook his head vigorously, blood rushing up to his head and somewhere perhaps lower.
“Don’t go listening to the law now.” came a gruffer voice that was making its way up his left knee. Looking up with a wild sneer was danger personified, clad in a ripped up band shirt and the tightest pair of short shorts that Alfred had to blessing to lay eyes on.
“Get lost you dammed hooligan, I’m not done taking him downtown.”
Alfred fidgeted anxiously as his neck started being violated. Fuming the punk groped further up Alfred’s leg, giving the happy victim full access to his behind, before sticking his pierced tongue out at the officer.
“Bugger off, Alfred’s wants to take a real ride.” He could feel the other man skillfully start handling around that private area, not quiet touching but more taunting.
“And from the looks of it he wants me to drive stick shift.”
Alfred let out a strangled gasp as punk Arthur dipped his head forward to undo the frustrating pair of pants with his mouth, taking his sweet time with the zipper. A leather gloved hand from the cop started to massage its way down to his hip before comfortably settling there. Whether he noticed it or not, Alfred’s left hand shakily snaked around his officer’s waist to kneed the man’s bottom through uniformed pants while eyes stayed glue on the spiky haired tease that was using his mouth to unbutton his shirt. That is until a naked foot pushed the punk rocker away.
“Now now lads, doesn’t our Alfie look a tad too uncomfortable here”
oh his still zipped up pants were really uncomfortable now with a skimpy toga wearing Arthur settling in his lap, almost bare skin rubbing wonderfully against him. Pale bare hands roamed his torso, lovingly brushing a nipple and making their way under his jacket.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to take you to heaven.”
“Not so hard, you’ll hurt him” scolded the rabbit as he started cuddling up to the grinning American’s stomach. Softly he lifted up his hand to stroke the long fluffy ears, taking in the feel of his new pet.
Another pair of dark gloved hands firmly grasped his shoulders, slamming his back against the couch that forcefully turned up his head.
“Oh but he wants get hurt, don’t you bad boy?”
Alfred gulped at that devious grin.
“yes -ss officer”
The term, in heaven the British are the policemen, has never been more true than at this moment, especially when the cop swung his tight high booted legs over the couch. Policeman Arthur’s hands now firmly gripping Alfred’s wrists, holding them up together against the bespectacled nation’s head.
“Why must you be so rough?” whined the cuddly little bunny with a rising blush, kissing the top of Alfred’s nose. The checkered capped nation merely laughed and leaned his face in to Alfred’s ear, biting sharply.
“Bad boys need to be punished now don’t they?"
a nibble on the lobe.
”You don’t mind”
hot tongue stroking upwards to the tip
“do you?” another nip and a blow of cool air on the warm red flesh.
Alfred shook his head vigorously, blood rushing up to his head and somewhere perhaps lower.
“Don’t go listening to the law now.” came a gruffer voice that was making its way up his left knee. Looking up with a wild sneer was danger personified, clad in a ripped up band shirt and the tightest pair of short shorts that Alfred had to blessing to lay eyes on.
“Get lost you dammed hooligan, I’m not done taking him downtown.”
Alfred fidgeted anxiously as his neck started being violated. Fuming the punk groped further up Alfred’s leg, giving the happy victim full access to his behind, before sticking his pierced tongue out at the officer.
“Bugger off, Alfred’s wants to take a real ride.” He could feel the other man skillfully start handling around that private area, not quiet touching but more taunting.
“And from the looks of it he wants me to drive stick shift.”
Alfred let out a strangled gasp as punk Arthur dipped his head forward to undo the frustrating pair of pants with his mouth, taking his sweet time with the zipper. A leather gloved hand from the cop started to massage its way down to his hip before comfortably settling there. Whether he noticed it or not, Alfred’s left hand shakily snaked around his officer’s waist to kneed the man’s bottom through uniformed pants while eyes stayed glue on the spiky haired tease that was using his mouth to unbutton his shirt. That is until a naked foot pushed the punk rocker away.
“Now now lads, doesn’t our Alfie look a tad too uncomfortable here”
oh his still zipped up pants were really uncomfortable now with a skimpy toga wearing Arthur settling in his lap, almost bare skin rubbing wonderfully against him. Pale bare hands roamed his torso, lovingly brushing a nipple and making their way under his jacket.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to take you to heaven.”
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