Ask Me Why - Part 2/?
anonymous
February 3 2010, 03:38:41 UTC
Arthur didn't answer him, just strode across the few feet that separated them before reaching his hand up to grab at Alfred's neck. He tugged the startled American down and crushed their lips together, shoving his tongue into Alfred's mouth only to find a lingering taste of green tea and ice cream that sent his anger soaring to knew heights. After a moment of confusion, Alfred joined the kiss, hands rising to tug at Arthur's waist. The Brit's hands crept down to Alfred's shoulders, then flattened over the fabric covering Alfred's chest before gripping the edges of the haori tightly. His hands tugged Alfred closer to him, but the moment Alfred felt it, his hands came up to grip Arthur's wrists firmly.
He broke the kiss and panted before saying, “Let me get out of this, okay? I don't want to ruin it.” Then Alfred stepped back from Arthur and started tugging off the haori with careful movements.
Arthur had a short moment to wonder at this sudden sense of responsibility in regards to his clothing and why it hadn't ever occurred when Arthur had tried to get him to dress nicely. Arthur scowled as Alfred looked up, oblivious.
“Do you like it?” he asked, folding the haori in precise motions before setting it aside. His hands went to his obi. “It was a gift from Kiku.”
“Yes, I imagine it was,” Arthur said acidly.
Alfred paused, the obi loosened enough to allow the kimono to gape open in the front, showing Arthur that the American wasn't wearing anything underneath. Alfred seemed to have picked up on Arthur's mood, finally, and eyed him with a raised eyebrow.
“What's wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Arthur said, moving forward to slide the obi out of Alfred's slack fingers, folding it and setting it beside the haori. Then his hands were sliding underneath the kimono itself, finding skin and hard muscle as he pushed Alfred back toward the bed, mouth on his neck.
Alfred exhaled heavily in need as his legs met the edge of the bed and he sat, tilting his head back so Arthur could have better access to the sensitive underside of his jaw. Arthur took the invitation readily and felt his anger simmer as he parted Alfred's legs, standing between them as he leaned the American slowly back onto the bed. His mouth worked its way up Alfred's jaw to his ear, then back over his cheek until he found his mouth, plundering it with vicious determination before ending it abruptly. Arthur leaned back, gaze slowly traveling down the body of his lover, from his flushed cheeks and panting breath to the tight muscles of his stomach laid out bare before him and down to the sizable erection straining for attention between two muscled thighs. It was all outlined by the dark fabric of the kimono and Arthur felt a smirk tug at his lips.
Kiku may have given the kimono to Alfred, but Arthur was the one who would fuck him in it.
Arthur smacked Alfred's thigh, glancing at him as the American picked up on the hint and scooted further up the bed, arms still threaded through the sleeves of the kimono even though the rest laid open around him. Arthur kept his eyes pinned to Alfred's as he shed his tie and shirt in quick order, tugging off his belt and tossing it to the side. Then he climbed up onto the bed, hovering over Alfred with a self satisfied smile. Alfred gave him a look that was half yearning, half confusion, before closing his eyes altogether as Arthur descended, darting his tongue out to drag slowly across a pectoral. Arthur's mouth closed around Alfred's nipple and he felt the younger man arch beneath him, hands coming up to caress Arthur's sides. Arthur's mouth worked over Alfred's chest, sliding slowly up toward his neck again with nips and kisses as his hands followed the motion, slim fingers trailing up Alfred's sides to his shoulders.
Ask Me Why - Part 3/?
anonymous
February 3 2010, 03:40:16 UTC
Arthur's fingers slid under the heavy fabric of the kimono, slid it off Alfred's shoulders and felt the younger man move his hands and lift himself a bit to help the slide of fabric. Arthur felt his own hardening cock meet Alfred's thrust as he lifted his hips, the American obviously under the impression that Arthur would tug the kimono entirely off before going further.
Arthur turned to mouth the underside of Alfred's jaw and chuckled deeply, hands stopping in their descent just below Alfred's elbows and tugging the fabric tight against the American's body before letting go entirely. Alfred immediately tried to move and whined in frustration when he discovered the neckline and sleeves of the kimono effectively kept his arms pinned close to his side. Arthur, meanwhile, began to move back down his body with tongue and mouth and fingers. He smiled deviously when he felt the telltale jerk of Alfred figuring out just what Arthur had done.
“Arthur,” Alfred whined. “Let my arms go~”
Arthur tutted, his breath blowing short, hot puffs of air against Alfred's navel. To be honest, if Alfred had really wanted to, he could've broken the hold that the fabric had on him, but that would likely mean ruining the kimono and Alfred was obviously hesitant to do so. Knowing this, Arthur finished his trek down his lover's body and, hands gliding down warm skin to caress the inside of Alfred's thighs, bent his head to lick a slow line from the base of Alfred's cock to the tip.
Alfred writhed in pleasure, hips bucking shallowly when Arthur's tongue moved to swirl around the head of his cock, tonguing the slit before taking it into his mouth altogether. Arthur's hand moved to take the base of Alfred's erection, moving it in tandem with his mouth as his other hand dipped to play with Alfred's balls. He could feel the American straining against him and at the same time, containing his strength in fear of ruining the cloth that bound him. Arthur liked the feeling, liked the tenuous balance between the two as he worked Alfred's cock in his mouth and hand.
“Arthur,” Alfred whined again, struggling and obviously needy as the Brit brought him near the brink before backing off, moving his mouth to kiss thigh and hip. “Stop teasing~” Alfred moaned, hips thrusting in jerky movements as Arthur ignored Alfred's weeping cock.
Arthur gave one last lick tantalizingly close to Alfred's straining erection before straightening and once again taking in the sight of his lover, frustration and want clear in those blue eyes he loved so much. His attention shifted to the bedside table for a moment as he reached for the bottle that always sat within the single drawer. Turning his gaze back upon the American, Arthur watched with immense satisfaction as Alfred noticed the bottle and tipped his head back as he let out a low moan, entire body moving in a slow undulation of anticipation.
After coating his fingers, Arthur stroked them around Alfred's entrance before slowly pushing in, one finger at first and then, when the American squirmed with want, two. He scissored them with slow precision before crooking them at just the right angle to hit that spot, smiling widely when Alfred yelped, fisting handfuls of sheets as he struggled against Arthur's fingers. The Brit bent his head and applied his mouth to that golden expanse of muscle, straying lower to idly dip his tongue into Alfred's navel as he added a third finger.
“Arthur~” Alfred whined, voice a bit higher than normal, a hint of breathless laughter to his tone. He panted hard for a moment before continuing. “Quite - quit playing with my - ah! - belly button!” And he let out a sound halfway between a giggle and a yelp when Arthur twisted his tongue.
Ask Me Why - Part 4/?
anonymous
February 3 2010, 03:42:21 UTC
The Brit decided to be nice and raised his head as he withdrew his fingers, climbing up Alfred's body so that he could silence the younger man's complaints at the loss of those fingers with his mouth. Arthur got distracted for long moments by the taste of Alfred's tongue and the feel of smooth skin underneath his fingers, his hips moving in small jerks against Alfred's body. He remembered himself when he felt Alfred trying to snake his arms out of the sleeves of the kimono and while he did not try to stop the movement, his mind once more locked on to his original task and he broke the heated kiss. His hands went to undo his pants, freeing his cock with a sigh of relief even as Alfred succeeded in breaking free and reached for the bottle of lube.
Arthur quickly shucked off his pants and kicked them to the side, not bothering to stop Alfred as he coated his hand and reached for Arthur's erection, leaning forward to press kisses to Alfred's chest as his lover stroked him with even movements. Arther breathed heavily into Alfred's skin for long moments, enjoying the friction, before reluctantly taking Alfred's wrist and tugging that blessed hand away. He repositioned himself, spreading his lover's legs wide as the head of his cock hit Alfred's entrance. He glanced up, found Alfred watching him with a smile, and pushed slowly in, eyes fixed on his lover's face until his was seated to the hilt.
Alfred threw his head back and Arthur stilled, absorbing the feeling of tight heat before leaning over and raining kisses and nibbles on Alfred's neck and jaw. Alfred's hand came up to rest on Arthur's hips, kneading the skin there as he tilted his head forward again, took Arthur's lips with his own and dominated a messy kiss. When he broke it, he grunted with need.
“Move, Arthur,” he murmured.
Arthur obliged him, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips back against his lover, watching as a look of pleasure flitted across Alfred's face. He smiled, hands planted on either side of Alfred's body, wrinkling the fabric of the kimono between his fingers with great satisfaction as his pace slowly sped up, as Alfred began to move with him, bringing his hips up to meet Arthur's every thrust. The Brit buried his face in the American's neck, licking and tasting as he let the heated pleasure wash over him.
“Ar - Arthur,” Alfred murmured through stuttered breath, “I...I...”
Arthur raised his head reluctantly, the haze of pleasure clouding his mind softly as he slowed his thrusts and looked at his lover. Alfred was completely flushed, beads of sweat gathering around the edges of his face and his expression was that of guilty pleasure. He opened his eyes slowly and his breath hitched before he got control of it, fingers tightening on Arthur's waist.
“I,” he tried once more. “I have something - nnnh - to tell...you.”
Arthur groaned at the timing, head dropping in frustration as he felt himself steadily nearing his peak. “Can't it...wait?” he mumbled.
“Con - confession,” Alfred stuttered. “I have a - confession.”
Arthur's head snapped back up at that and his eyes narrowed on his lover's face. “What?”
Alfred threw his head back as Arthur ruthlessly hit that spot inside him, head shaking back and forth in pleasure before he got control over his voice again, words thin and breathless. “When I was - ah! - in Japan with - uhn - with Kiku,” he moaned.
Arthur growled, pounding into Alfred, trying to drive the very breath from him so that he wouldn't be able to say anything further, afraid of what he'd hear. His hand wrapped around Alfred's erection and stroked, sending the younger man closer and closer to climax.
“We - we-,” Alfred tried to get out. “We - AH!” he yelled, body arching into Arthur with abandon.
Arthur couldn't help himself. He thrust into Alfred with vicious force and used all his willpower to still as he leaned in close to his panting lover. “What did you do?” he hissed.
Ask Me Why - Part 5/6
anonymous
February 3 2010, 03:45:48 UTC
Alfred merely lay there, breathing raggedly as the silence stretched, fingers moving in idle patterns over Arthur's skin as his hips moved in small, circular motions, a plea for Arthur to continue. Arthur ignored it, felt those fingers begin to move upward, and Alfred managed to open his eyes and meet Arthur's gaze as they hit his shoulders.
“We...” he trailed off.
Arthur nearly growled again, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in. Alfred took in a stuttering gasp of air at the motion, fingers tightening on Arthur's shoulders, heels digging into the bed.
“Maybe,” Alfred panted. “Maybe I shouldn't tell you.”
Arthur repeated the motion, making sure he hit that spot again, and enjoyed the image of Alfred's reaction, body arching up, choking on his inhale, eyes pinched shut in pleasure.
“Tell me,” Arthur said lowly, firmly, and Alfred tilted his head back for a brief moment before looking directly at Arthur, a slow smile working over his features. He moved his hips in a slow thrust, biting his lip as Arthur hissed out a breath at the movement, wanting so bad to start pounding into his lover again.
“We didn't do anything,” he murmured, hands moving to grab at the Brit's neck, bringing their faces so close that Arthur could feel Alfred's breath brush across his lips as the man's smile turned into a full out grin. “Not a damn thing.”
After a moment of stunned silence, Arthur narrowed his eyes. “You brat.”
Alfred moved, then, hips bucking up against Arthur's in another reminder of what they were doing as he closed the distance and took Arthur's lips with his own. They kissed messily before Arthur broke it to glare at his lover, hips returning to the rhythm from before. Alfred gave him a breathless laugh, head tossed back in pleasure as Arthur's pace began to quicken.
“You complete and utter brat,” Arthur growled, biting the American's neck.
“I knew you were jealous,” Alfred said, voice thin with pleasure and amusement, “and you're totally hot when you're pissy,” he continued through haggard breaths and strained moans.
Arthur's hand, the one not employed in stroking Alfred's cock, lifted Alfred's hips slightly so that he could hit that spot with ruthless efficiency, silencing anything else his young lover might have wanted to say. He felt the heat within his belly coil tighter and tighter, pushing closer to the edge and his hand tightened around Alfred's cock, pulling a series of ragged moans from the younger man as he felt the body beneath him stiffen. Alfred's hands tightened on Arthur's hair and the Brit pressed his face to Alfred's neck as he felt his lover spill into his hand, tighten around his cock and breath his name. It only took a few more thrusts and Arthur was spilling into his lover, yell muffled against hot, slick skin as his hips jerked through his orgasm.
Arthur pulled out slowly, briefly entertained the idea of getting up and leaving before he scoffed at himself, falling against the solid body beneath him, boneless and warm. He felt Alfred's fingers card through his hair before sliding down to rest at the small of his back, warm and rough and comforting. Alfred's other hand trailed toward Arthur's shoulder, following his arm until it finally found his hand.
Ask Me Why - Part 6/6
anonymous
February 3 2010, 03:50:37 UTC
“Gotta admit,” Alfred finally said into the quiet. “That was pretty hot.”
“I don't have to admit anything,” Arthur argued
Alfred sighed and Arthur could tell he was smiling from the sound of it. His arm tightened around Arthur's waist momentarily before it moved to slap Arthur's ass. The Brit jerked in surprise, then scowled into Alfred's shoulder.
“But seriously,” Alfred said. “If you got my kimono dirty, you're paying to clean it.”
“'m not,” Arthur murmured petulantly.
“Yeah, you are,” Alfred argued. “There's a fireworks festival Kiku invited us to and mine matches yours.”
“Mine?” Arthur asked softly, propping himself up on his arms to look at Alfred.
“Oh yeah,” Alfred said easily, smile firmly fixed in place. “Kiku sent one for both of us.”
Arthur felt his heart skip as his tummy erupted with a warm, fluttering sensation, then quickly buried his face in Alfred's neck to hide the blush he could feel heating his face.
“Betcha feel kinda silly now, huh?” Alfred asked.
“Oh, belt up,” Arthur grumbled as Alfred laughed and rolled him over to smother Arthur in kisses.
.end.
Hope that was what OP wanted! Anon tried. >////< !!
Re: Ask Me Why - Part 6/6
anonymous
February 3 2010, 06:12:33 UTC
seconding above reviewer -that was really really hot. and the way Alfred totally played Arthur was LOL. I think it's very IC of him, that teasing atittudeXD why is the idea of a guy as big as Al in a kimono attractive, I wonder? I just know it is, specially the yummy way you described it *is a sucker for Al's Big Blue Eyes*
And that final twist in which Japan becomes the sweetest guy on the planet? That was cute, anon. Really, really cute ^^
Re: Ask Me Why - Part 6/6
anonymous
February 3 2010, 14:26:50 UTC
anon, this was 99% some of the most ridiculously hot smut ever, 1% me laughing hysterically when you said "weeping cock" and my brain went straight to uk/us in "Buttsex: The Musical."
OP IS SO HAPPY YES ~~~ That was PERFECT. ♥ Thanks so much writerAnon. *joysquee* I love how Alfred just KNEW. And the ending was so cute... ♥♥♥ My day is totally made now. :D
Re: Ask Me Why - Part 6/6
anonymous
March 6 2010, 00:36:10 UTC
Damn this is a hot hot hot hot hot hot fill O; I don't- Ican'teven-
Not only was this some AMAZING smut, authornon, your characterizations were spot-on and...gyyyuuuuh, they just *made* the fill. Arthur, in particular, was flawless; we got hot, aggressive, tsun-tsun UK and blushing, painfully embarrassed dere-dere UK, and both felt ENTIRELY in-character. There was never a moment where I thought, "Umm, no. Like that'd ever happen. He'd never do that! *wank outrage*" That's a rarity, anon! You handled it beautifully!
I know this is a short comment, but really, I can not praise this fill enough. It was made of yum and also of wibbles~~
He broke the kiss and panted before saying, “Let me get out of this, okay? I don't want to ruin it.” Then Alfred stepped back from Arthur and started tugging off the haori with careful movements.
Arthur had a short moment to wonder at this sudden sense of responsibility in regards to his clothing and why it hadn't ever occurred when Arthur had tried to get him to dress nicely. Arthur scowled as Alfred looked up, oblivious.
“Do you like it?” he asked, folding the haori in precise motions before setting it aside. His hands went to his obi. “It was a gift from Kiku.”
“Yes, I imagine it was,” Arthur said acidly.
Alfred paused, the obi loosened enough to allow the kimono to gape open in the front, showing Arthur that the American wasn't wearing anything underneath. Alfred seemed to have picked up on Arthur's mood, finally, and eyed him with a raised eyebrow.
“What's wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Arthur said, moving forward to slide the obi out of Alfred's slack fingers, folding it and setting it beside the haori. Then his hands were sliding underneath the kimono itself, finding skin and hard muscle as he pushed Alfred back toward the bed, mouth on his neck.
Alfred exhaled heavily in need as his legs met the edge of the bed and he sat, tilting his head back so Arthur could have better access to the sensitive underside of his jaw. Arthur took the invitation readily and felt his anger simmer as he parted Alfred's legs, standing between them as he leaned the American slowly back onto the bed. His mouth worked its way up Alfred's jaw to his ear, then back over his cheek until he found his mouth, plundering it with vicious determination before ending it abruptly. Arthur leaned back, gaze slowly traveling down the body of his lover, from his flushed cheeks and panting breath to the tight muscles of his stomach laid out bare before him and down to the sizable erection straining for attention between two muscled thighs. It was all outlined by the dark fabric of the kimono and Arthur felt a smirk tug at his lips.
Kiku may have given the kimono to Alfred, but Arthur was the one who would fuck him in it.
Arthur smacked Alfred's thigh, glancing at him as the American picked up on the hint and scooted further up the bed, arms still threaded through the sleeves of the kimono even though the rest laid open around him. Arthur kept his eyes pinned to Alfred's as he shed his tie and shirt in quick order, tugging off his belt and tossing it to the side. Then he climbed up onto the bed, hovering over Alfred with a self satisfied smile. Alfred gave him a look that was half yearning, half confusion, before closing his eyes altogether as Arthur descended, darting his tongue out to drag slowly across a pectoral. Arthur's mouth closed around Alfred's nipple and he felt the younger man arch beneath him, hands coming up to caress Arthur's sides. Arthur's mouth worked over Alfred's chest, sliding slowly up toward his neck again with nips and kisses as his hands followed the motion, slim fingers trailing up Alfred's sides to his shoulders.
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Arthur turned to mouth the underside of Alfred's jaw and chuckled deeply, hands stopping in their descent just below Alfred's elbows and tugging the fabric tight against the American's body before letting go entirely. Alfred immediately tried to move and whined in frustration when he discovered the neckline and sleeves of the kimono effectively kept his arms pinned close to his side. Arthur, meanwhile, began to move back down his body with tongue and mouth and fingers. He smiled deviously when he felt the telltale jerk of Alfred figuring out just what Arthur had done.
“Arthur,” Alfred whined. “Let my arms go~”
Arthur tutted, his breath blowing short, hot puffs of air against Alfred's navel. To be honest, if Alfred had really wanted to, he could've broken the hold that the fabric had on him, but that would likely mean ruining the kimono and Alfred was obviously hesitant to do so. Knowing this, Arthur finished his trek down his lover's body and, hands gliding down warm skin to caress the inside of Alfred's thighs, bent his head to lick a slow line from the base of Alfred's cock to the tip.
Alfred writhed in pleasure, hips bucking shallowly when Arthur's tongue moved to swirl around the head of his cock, tonguing the slit before taking it into his mouth altogether. Arthur's hand moved to take the base of Alfred's erection, moving it in tandem with his mouth as his other hand dipped to play with Alfred's balls. He could feel the American straining against him and at the same time, containing his strength in fear of ruining the cloth that bound him. Arthur liked the feeling, liked the tenuous balance between the two as he worked Alfred's cock in his mouth and hand.
“Arthur,” Alfred whined again, struggling and obviously needy as the Brit brought him near the brink before backing off, moving his mouth to kiss thigh and hip. “Stop teasing~” Alfred moaned, hips thrusting in jerky movements as Arthur ignored Alfred's weeping cock.
Arthur gave one last lick tantalizingly close to Alfred's straining erection before straightening and once again taking in the sight of his lover, frustration and want clear in those blue eyes he loved so much. His attention shifted to the bedside table for a moment as he reached for the bottle that always sat within the single drawer. Turning his gaze back upon the American, Arthur watched with immense satisfaction as Alfred noticed the bottle and tipped his head back as he let out a low moan, entire body moving in a slow undulation of anticipation.
After coating his fingers, Arthur stroked them around Alfred's entrance before slowly pushing in, one finger at first and then, when the American squirmed with want, two. He scissored them with slow precision before crooking them at just the right angle to hit that spot, smiling widely when Alfred yelped, fisting handfuls of sheets as he struggled against Arthur's fingers. The Brit bent his head and applied his mouth to that golden expanse of muscle, straying lower to idly dip his tongue into Alfred's navel as he added a third finger.
“Arthur~” Alfred whined, voice a bit higher than normal, a hint of breathless laughter to his tone. He panted hard for a moment before continuing. “Quite - quit playing with my - ah! - belly button!” And he let out a sound halfway between a giggle and a yelp when Arthur twisted his tongue.
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Arthur quickly shucked off his pants and kicked them to the side, not bothering to stop Alfred as he coated his hand and reached for Arthur's erection, leaning forward to press kisses to Alfred's chest as his lover stroked him with even movements. Arther breathed heavily into Alfred's skin for long moments, enjoying the friction, before reluctantly taking Alfred's wrist and tugging that blessed hand away. He repositioned himself, spreading his lover's legs wide as the head of his cock hit Alfred's entrance. He glanced up, found Alfred watching him with a smile, and pushed slowly in, eyes fixed on his lover's face until his was seated to the hilt.
Alfred threw his head back and Arthur stilled, absorbing the feeling of tight heat before leaning over and raining kisses and nibbles on Alfred's neck and jaw. Alfred's hand came up to rest on Arthur's hips, kneading the skin there as he tilted his head forward again, took Arthur's lips with his own and dominated a messy kiss. When he broke it, he grunted with need.
“Move, Arthur,” he murmured.
Arthur obliged him, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips back against his lover, watching as a look of pleasure flitted across Alfred's face. He smiled, hands planted on either side of Alfred's body, wrinkling the fabric of the kimono between his fingers with great satisfaction as his pace slowly sped up, as Alfred began to move with him, bringing his hips up to meet Arthur's every thrust. The Brit buried his face in the American's neck, licking and tasting as he let the heated pleasure wash over him.
“Ar - Arthur,” Alfred murmured through stuttered breath, “I...I...”
Arthur raised his head reluctantly, the haze of pleasure clouding his mind softly as he slowed his thrusts and looked at his lover. Alfred was completely flushed, beads of sweat gathering around the edges of his face and his expression was that of guilty pleasure. He opened his eyes slowly and his breath hitched before he got control of it, fingers tightening on Arthur's waist.
“I,” he tried once more. “I have something - nnnh - to tell...you.”
Arthur groaned at the timing, head dropping in frustration as he felt himself steadily nearing his peak. “Can't it...wait?” he mumbled.
“Con - confession,” Alfred stuttered. “I have a - confession.”
Arthur's head snapped back up at that and his eyes narrowed on his lover's face. “What?”
Alfred threw his head back as Arthur ruthlessly hit that spot inside him, head shaking back and forth in pleasure before he got control over his voice again, words thin and breathless. “When I was - ah! - in Japan with - uhn - with Kiku,” he moaned.
Arthur growled, pounding into Alfred, trying to drive the very breath from him so that he wouldn't be able to say anything further, afraid of what he'd hear. His hand wrapped around Alfred's erection and stroked, sending the younger man closer and closer to climax.
“We - we-,” Alfred tried to get out. “We - AH!” he yelled, body arching into Arthur with abandon.
Arthur couldn't help himself. He thrust into Alfred with vicious force and used all his willpower to still as he leaned in close to his panting lover. “What did you do?” he hissed.
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“We...” he trailed off.
Arthur nearly growled again, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in. Alfred took in a stuttering gasp of air at the motion, fingers tightening on Arthur's shoulders, heels digging into the bed.
“Maybe,” Alfred panted. “Maybe I shouldn't tell you.”
Arthur repeated the motion, making sure he hit that spot again, and enjoyed the image of Alfred's reaction, body arching up, choking on his inhale, eyes pinched shut in pleasure.
“Tell me,” Arthur said lowly, firmly, and Alfred tilted his head back for a brief moment before looking directly at Arthur, a slow smile working over his features. He moved his hips in a slow thrust, biting his lip as Arthur hissed out a breath at the movement, wanting so bad to start pounding into his lover again.
“We didn't do anything,” he murmured, hands moving to grab at the Brit's neck, bringing their faces so close that Arthur could feel Alfred's breath brush across his lips as the man's smile turned into a full out grin. “Not a damn thing.”
After a moment of stunned silence, Arthur narrowed his eyes. “You brat.”
Alfred moved, then, hips bucking up against Arthur's in another reminder of what they were doing as he closed the distance and took Arthur's lips with his own. They kissed messily before Arthur broke it to glare at his lover, hips returning to the rhythm from before. Alfred gave him a breathless laugh, head tossed back in pleasure as Arthur's pace began to quicken.
“You complete and utter brat,” Arthur growled, biting the American's neck.
“I knew you were jealous,” Alfred said, voice thin with pleasure and amusement, “and you're totally hot when you're pissy,” he continued through haggard breaths and strained moans.
Arthur's hand, the one not employed in stroking Alfred's cock, lifted Alfred's hips slightly so that he could hit that spot with ruthless efficiency, silencing anything else his young lover might have wanted to say. He felt the heat within his belly coil tighter and tighter, pushing closer to the edge and his hand tightened around Alfred's cock, pulling a series of ragged moans from the younger man as he felt the body beneath him stiffen. Alfred's hands tightened on Arthur's hair and the Brit pressed his face to Alfred's neck as he felt his lover spill into his hand, tighten around his cock and breath his name. It only took a few more thrusts and Arthur was spilling into his lover, yell muffled against hot, slick skin as his hips jerked through his orgasm.
Arthur pulled out slowly, briefly entertained the idea of getting up and leaving before he scoffed at himself, falling against the solid body beneath him, boneless and warm. He felt Alfred's fingers card through his hair before sliding down to rest at the small of his back, warm and rough and comforting. Alfred's other hand trailed toward Arthur's shoulder, following his arm until it finally found his hand.
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“I don't have to admit anything,” Arthur argued
Alfred sighed and Arthur could tell he was smiling from the sound of it. His arm tightened around Arthur's waist momentarily before it moved to slap Arthur's ass. The Brit jerked in surprise, then scowled into Alfred's shoulder.
“But seriously,” Alfred said. “If you got my kimono dirty, you're paying to clean it.”
“'m not,” Arthur murmured petulantly.
“Yeah, you are,” Alfred argued. “There's a fireworks festival Kiku invited us to and mine matches yours.”
“Mine?” Arthur asked softly, propping himself up on his arms to look at Alfred.
“Oh yeah,” Alfred said easily, smile firmly fixed in place. “Kiku sent one for both of us.”
Arthur felt his heart skip as his tummy erupted with a warm, fluttering sensation, then quickly buried his face in Alfred's neck to hide the blush he could feel heating his face.
“Betcha feel kinda silly now, huh?” Alfred asked.
“Oh, belt up,” Arthur grumbled as Alfred laughed and rolled him over to smother Arthur in kisses.
.end.
Hope that was what OP wanted! Anon tried. >////< !!
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why is the idea of a guy as big as Al in a kimono attractive, I wonder? I just know it is, specially the yummy way you described it
*is a sucker for Al's Big Blue Eyes*
And that final twist in which Japan becomes the sweetest guy on the planet? That was cute, anon. Really, really cute ^^
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Awesome job, anon!
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That was PERFECT. ♥
Thanks so much writerAnon. *joysquee*
I love how Alfred just KNEW. And the ending was so cute... ♥♥♥
My day is totally made now. :D
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I loved the humor and teasing throughout...ADORED it.
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That was hot :D
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*Fans self*
Damn when Arthur started growling I melted and fell out of my computer chair.
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Not only was this some AMAZING smut, authornon, your characterizations were spot-on and...gyyyuuuuh, they just *made* the fill. Arthur, in particular, was flawless; we got hot, aggressive, tsun-tsun UK and blushing, painfully embarrassed dere-dere UK, and both felt ENTIRELY in-character. There was never a moment where I thought, "Umm, no. Like that'd ever happen. He'd never do that! *wank outrage*" That's a rarity, anon! You handled it beautifully!
I know this is a short comment, but really, I can not praise this fill enough. It was made of yum and also of wibbles~~
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