Dry Love [Part 1/2]
anonymous
December 8 2009, 08:17:51 UTC
Alfred squirmed under Arthur’s weight. It wasn’t often that their evening affairs led them to this particular switch in the proceedings, but once in a while it was almost something of a welcome relief to both of them. America got the chance to not have to work so damn hard, and Britain received the opportunity to sit down comfortably the following morning. As Alfred continued to squirm under the smaller Arthur’s weight, England peered down at his lover with concern.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He moved as though to pull away, but Alfred’s firm grip at his hips held him in place.
“Stay.”
“All right,” Arthur gave in, leaning closer to kiss Alfred tenderly on the lips, “But I don’t want to hear a single fat joke while I’m up here.”
America simply laughed at this, arching up to return the kiss as much as he could in his position. “You’d be a little lighter if you’d take some of your clothes off,” he returned, glibly, nodding at the suit that Arthur was still dressed in, having come straight from a meeting.
Rolling his eyes at the comment, Arthur undid his belt, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it hang lose over his shoulders as he began to undress Alfred. “I think we should both consider changing into more comfortable attire.”
The analogy for being naked would have made Alfred laugh a little harder, but instead he sat up to kiss Arthur roughly on the lips, nearly pushing the Englishman backwards off the bed.
Growling lightly against Alfred’s mouth, Arthur returned the kiss, passionate, even as his hands dipped down to tug at the American’s pants. In a feat that surprised even Alfred, Arthur managed to divulge him of clothing without breaking the kiss and then did the same for himself.
Breaking away with a gasp, Alfred moved his lips down to Arthur’s collar bone, letting the Englishman enjoy the swirling of his tongue against his smooth skin for a moment or two before pulling away once more. With a growl of his own, Alfred grabbed his lover’s hands, spinning in his grip so that they rested against his hips and his own butt was nestled against Arthur’s penis, already growing hard from their earlier foreplay.
Panting slightly from this sudden - but very welcome - change in position, Arthur slid his right hand across the smooth globe of Alfred’s ass, middle finger at the ready to penetrate and prepare. With his left hand, he reached over to the end table next to the bed, blindly seeking out the bottle of lube that was kept there, unable to see thanks to the angle that Alfred had positioned them in.
“Wait.”
Arthur froze, looking down at Alfred in momentary confusion. He hadn’t heard something like that from America in - well, forever, most likely. This was Alfred, always ready to go, always prepared, always “the hero”. What did he want him to wait for?
Alfred held on to Arthur’s left hand, pulling it back to his hip. “Let’s not.”
Raising one of his too-thick eyebrows, Alfred, still frozen, peered down at him in suspicion. “Let’s not what?”
“Oh, I still want this,” Alfred reached behind himself to brush Arthur’s right hand, which had stilled against the small of his back. “I just don’t want that.”
“The lube?” England asked, momentarily dumbfounded.
“Mm,” Alfred nodded, pressing harder back against his lover’s warm body.
Dry Love [Part 2/2]
anonymous
December 8 2009, 08:25:10 UTC
Squinting slightly as he considered, Arthur knew that this wasn’t going to be a good idea. Even with proper stretching it wouldn’t be very comfortable on Alfred and probably not on himself, either. “Are you sure?”
Annoyed by Arthur’s reluctance, Alfred thrust backwards against him. “I’m sure, alright? This is what I want.”
Knowing that his lover was starting to get fed up, Arthur let his hand dip lower. He didn’t bring up the question of lube again as he pressed the tip of his middle finger to Alfred’s ass.
The American thrust forward, away from the intrusion.
“Let me guess,” Arthur commented, sceptically, “None of this preparation stuff, either? You’re the hero, therefore you can take it?”
Alfred craned his neck so that he could see Arthur better, “Please?”
Closing his eyes as though praying to some higher power, Arthur gave in, swatting Alfred lightly on the butt so that he would resume his position. Eagerly, the American moved back onto all fours, wiggling his butt tantalizingly in Arthur’s direction. Gripping either side of his hips, England pressed himself closer, letting his cock rub against the crevice between the pearly globes of Alfred’s ass. He angled himself so that his tip met with Alfred’s hole, applying only the slightest of pressures.
Impatient, Alfred prepared to thrust himself backwards, but Arthur held his hips steady.
Pressing forward, he let the tip of his penis push into Arthur’s unprepared ass, wincing when the American did.
Alfred gasped harshly as he felt the intrusion in his butt press even further forward. It was a raw sensation, not entirely painful but certainly not a comfortable one. He twisted his hips, squirming at the hard fullness that was only partially within him. He groaned as Arthur moved a little further forward, the harsh scrape of skin on skin deep within him burning almost as much as the stretching itself did.
It hurt, goddammit.
“Alfred, are you - “
With a grunt, America thrust his hips backward. Catching Arthur off guard, his penis sank further into the white, too-tight heat that was Alfred’s ass.
Groaning louder this time, Alfred let out a strangled noise from somewhere deep in his throat. The burn had become almost unbearable now, ripping him apart from the inside. His eyes watered from the pressure and he began to pant, drawing in harsh, ragged breaths through his mouth as the pain threatened to consume him completely.
“Alfred - “
“MOVE!”
Hearing the edge in his lover’s voice, Arthur thrust forward the rest of the way, closing his eyes when he felt Alfred shuddering beneath him.
His breathing was even more erratic now, his toes curling tightly. “I said, move!” He rasped, pulling forward so that some of Arthur’s length slid free, then slammed himself back down, spearing himself upon it. The pain was even worse with this second thrust, as though the split second of sheer relief on his innards had made his channel that much more eager to be rid of the intrusion. “Move, goddammit!”
Arthur didn’t need to be told for a third time. He renewed his grip on Alfred’s hips, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up speed as Alfred’s muscles loosened, growing more accommodating for the length embedded deep inside him.
Panting even more heavily, now solely through his nose, Alfred had resorted to clenching his jaw as tightly as he could once Arthur’s thrusts started to increase, he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the white-hot pain of his lover’s dry intrusion.
Arthur was more than a little surprised to see that Alfred was just as hard as he was.
It took longer than usual for the Englishman to finish, as he had predicted the too-tight feeling of Alfred’s ass was almost too constrictive. As he neared his climax, however, he reached around to wrap a warm hand around Arthur’s own weeping member, and the pair finished at the same time, Alfred collapsing onto his face with a hoarse groan as Arthur pulled away.
Lying down sideways on the bed next to his lover, Arthur pulled him into his arms, smoothing his hair. “You’re a moron. You know that, right?”
Alfred didn’t reply, simply twisted in Arthur’s arms, burying his face in the Englishman’s chest. In moments he was already sound asleep.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He moved as though to pull away, but Alfred’s firm grip at his hips held him in place.
“Stay.”
“All right,” Arthur gave in, leaning closer to kiss Alfred tenderly on the lips, “But I don’t want to hear a single fat joke while I’m up here.”
America simply laughed at this, arching up to return the kiss as much as he could in his position. “You’d be a little lighter if you’d take some of your clothes off,” he returned, glibly, nodding at the suit that Arthur was still dressed in, having come straight from a meeting.
Rolling his eyes at the comment, Arthur undid his belt, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it hang lose over his shoulders as he began to undress Alfred. “I think we should both consider changing into more comfortable attire.”
The analogy for being naked would have made Alfred laugh a little harder, but instead he sat up to kiss Arthur roughly on the lips, nearly pushing the Englishman backwards off the bed.
Growling lightly against Alfred’s mouth, Arthur returned the kiss, passionate, even as his hands dipped down to tug at the American’s pants. In a feat that surprised even Alfred, Arthur managed to divulge him of clothing without breaking the kiss and then did the same for himself.
Breaking away with a gasp, Alfred moved his lips down to Arthur’s collar bone, letting the Englishman enjoy the swirling of his tongue against his smooth skin for a moment or two before pulling away once more. With a growl of his own, Alfred grabbed his lover’s hands, spinning in his grip so that they rested against his hips and his own butt was nestled against Arthur’s penis, already growing hard from their earlier foreplay.
Panting slightly from this sudden - but very welcome - change in position, Arthur slid his right hand across the smooth globe of Alfred’s ass, middle finger at the ready to penetrate and prepare. With his left hand, he reached over to the end table next to the bed, blindly seeking out the bottle of lube that was kept there, unable to see thanks to the angle that Alfred had positioned them in.
“Wait.”
Arthur froze, looking down at Alfred in momentary confusion. He hadn’t heard something like that from America in - well, forever, most likely. This was Alfred, always ready to go, always prepared, always “the hero”. What did he want him to wait for?
Alfred held on to Arthur’s left hand, pulling it back to his hip. “Let’s not.”
Raising one of his too-thick eyebrows, Alfred, still frozen, peered down at him in suspicion. “Let’s not what?”
“Oh, I still want this,” Alfred reached behind himself to brush Arthur’s right hand, which had stilled against the small of his back. “I just don’t want that.”
“The lube?” England asked, momentarily dumbfounded.
“Mm,” Alfred nodded, pressing harder back against his lover’s warm body.
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Annoyed by Arthur’s reluctance, Alfred thrust backwards against him. “I’m sure, alright? This is what I want.”
Knowing that his lover was starting to get fed up, Arthur let his hand dip lower. He didn’t bring up the question of lube again as he pressed the tip of his middle finger to Alfred’s ass.
The American thrust forward, away from the intrusion.
“Let me guess,” Arthur commented, sceptically, “None of this preparation stuff, either? You’re the hero, therefore you can take it?”
Alfred craned his neck so that he could see Arthur better, “Please?”
Closing his eyes as though praying to some higher power, Arthur gave in, swatting Alfred lightly on the butt so that he would resume his position. Eagerly, the American moved back onto all fours, wiggling his butt tantalizingly in Arthur’s direction. Gripping either side of his hips, England pressed himself closer, letting his cock rub against the crevice between the pearly globes of Alfred’s ass. He angled himself so that his tip met with Alfred’s hole, applying only the slightest of pressures.
Impatient, Alfred prepared to thrust himself backwards, but Arthur held his hips steady.
Pressing forward, he let the tip of his penis push into Arthur’s unprepared ass, wincing when the American did.
Alfred gasped harshly as he felt the intrusion in his butt press even further forward. It was a raw sensation, not entirely painful but certainly not a comfortable one. He twisted his hips, squirming at the hard fullness that was only partially within him. He groaned as Arthur moved a little further forward, the harsh scrape of skin on skin deep within him burning almost as much as the stretching itself did.
It hurt, goddammit.
“Alfred, are you - “
With a grunt, America thrust his hips backward. Catching Arthur off guard, his penis sank further into the white, too-tight heat that was Alfred’s ass.
Groaning louder this time, Alfred let out a strangled noise from somewhere deep in his throat. The burn had become almost unbearable now, ripping him apart from the inside. His eyes watered from the pressure and he began to pant, drawing in harsh, ragged breaths through his mouth as the pain threatened to consume him completely.
“Alfred - “
“MOVE!”
Hearing the edge in his lover’s voice, Arthur thrust forward the rest of the way, closing his eyes when he felt Alfred shuddering beneath him.
His breathing was even more erratic now, his toes curling tightly. “I said, move!” He rasped, pulling forward so that some of Arthur’s length slid free, then slammed himself back down, spearing himself upon it. The pain was even worse with this second thrust, as though the split second of sheer relief on his innards had made his channel that much more eager to be rid of the intrusion. “Move, goddammit!”
Arthur didn’t need to be told for a third time. He renewed his grip on Alfred’s hips, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up speed as Alfred’s muscles loosened, growing more accommodating for the length embedded deep inside him.
Panting even more heavily, now solely through his nose, Alfred had resorted to clenching his jaw as tightly as he could once Arthur’s thrusts started to increase, he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the white-hot pain of his lover’s dry intrusion.
Arthur was more than a little surprised to see that Alfred was just as hard as he was.
It took longer than usual for the Englishman to finish, as he had predicted the too-tight feeling of Alfred’s ass was almost too constrictive. As he neared his climax, however, he reached around to wrap a warm hand around Arthur’s own weeping member, and the pair finished at the same time, Alfred collapsing onto his face with a hoarse groan as Arthur pulled away.
Lying down sideways on the bed next to his lover, Arthur pulled him into his arms, smoothing his hair. “You’re a moron. You know that, right?”
Alfred didn’t reply, simply twisted in Arthur’s arms, burying his face in the Englishman’s chest. In moments he was already sound asleep.
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God, a willing bottom!America is such a masochistic kink BUT I FUCKIN LOVE IT.
Thanks for the fill, anon.
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Also, hot.
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