Re: [Part 7] Amictus
anonymous
March 14 2010, 02:58:43 UTC
Kiss me.
The unspoken demand doesn’t reach either of their ears except the heavy breathing and restrained moaning. The grip on the white nightdress slips.
Just a kiss. That’s it. That’s all. Just to show that Arthur really cares for him, for Alfred (not America). Alfred lightly nudges his head against the unruly blonde hair. Whine.
Kiss m-
The boy is suddenly shoved back, blue eyes widened to the brutal gesture. Arthur is frowning, something dark and hungry painting his once forest-green eyes. Alfred tightens his mouth into a straight line to prevent himself from a sob.
Stupid Arthur.
Gripping the nightdress, the blonde boy bitterly continued to rub. All he wanted was a kiss. Stupid Arthur.
The man’s steely eyes look down to the boy’s full prick, leaking with pre-cum. A nod. “You are close Alfred. Do you feel it?” A ferocious nod from said boy. A cheeky smile. “Then yes. Most definitely.”
The blonde haired boy speedily thrusts against the clothed leg, heart racing a tad more with every movement. More more more. Green eyes focus on him. Not moving, expectant. It’s there, it’s there, it’s there-
There.
Something hot, thick, and liquid spurts from Alfred’s member, spreading itself across Arthur’s black slacks. He straightens his self, back arching, limbs shaking, heart sailing. Wonderful sensation.
“A-aa-aaah~” Alfred gasped, moaned. He bites down on his lip, a heavy, rosy blush dainty on his face. His grip slackens on the nightgown, but it remains in place until the orgasm is ridden out.
As Alfred climaxes, Arthur constricts his hold on the boy’s hips. No moving until it is finished. With eyes half-lidded, the man watches, licks his lips, at his young charge in undisturbed ecstasy. He shakes and gasps at the release, twisting his body to tempt a more satisfying outcome. Arthur slyly grimaces, playing in his head a different game, causing his prick to ache with a burning desire.
“Uhnn . . .” Alfred mewls, lips in a cat-like pout. He feels his heart begin to slowly decelerate, but his limbs are in a trembling mess. The nightdress falls from his shaky hands and for a few moments, he lets himself catch his breath, in gasps, in shakes.
Quivering. Hot. Nervous.
Alfred gulps down the emotions, attention back to his guardian.
Although the man displays an odd smile, his breathing is labored and face deeply flushed (just like how he was). So is Arthur also excited? Sedately, Alfred lowers his head to search for the other’s conspicuous problem. It wasn’t hard to find as it clearly was bulging against the black pants. The boy finds himself unable to breathe. Does Arthur like this sort of thing? . . . What is this ‘sort of thing’?
A strong hand lifts Alfred’s chin, angled to look his guardian in the eyes, still dark. The other hand pulls the boy closer, his thighs sliding against the faintly warm semen, causing him to shudder and gape.
Arthur licks his lips, then leans to grant Alfred a momentary kiss. Good job. Alfred makes a pleased noise, smiles against his lips. Arthur lets out a small smile, gently nipping his charge’s bottom lip. The blue-eyed child looks up to him, an all-too-bright smile, and attempts to move closer by softly placing his hand on the man’s crotch.
Very warm. Moist.
Arthur shuts his eyes and elicits a low groan, unconsciously bucking his hips to meet the small hand. Alfred’s heart picks up again, feels himself grow hot again, and wants to recoil. But he is curious.
Damned curious and innocent.
What sort of noises and faces would Arthur make? His handsome face is already so flushed, beautiful. What would it look like when he is contorted in pleasure?
Alfred slowly smiles as an enticing thought crosses into his mind.
Re: [Part 7] Amictus
anonymous
March 14 2010, 06:22:48 UTC
Oh. My. GOD.
Hell has a special place for me because I literally perked up in excitement when I saw that this fic was FINALLY updated. ohmygodsomethingswrongwithmegoddamnitenglandyourpedoiscontagious
I'll keep a -cough-vigilant-cough eye out for the update of the last chapter.
-sings- I'll be burning, burning, burning, deep down in Hell's fire~~
The unspoken demand doesn’t reach either of their ears except the heavy breathing and restrained moaning. The grip on the white nightdress slips.
Just a kiss. That’s it. That’s all. Just to show that Arthur really cares for him, for Alfred (not America). Alfred lightly nudges his head against the unruly blonde hair. Whine.
Kiss m-
The boy is suddenly shoved back, blue eyes widened to the brutal gesture. Arthur is frowning, something dark and hungry painting his once forest-green eyes. Alfred tightens his mouth into a straight line to prevent himself from a sob.
Stupid Arthur.
Gripping the nightdress, the blonde boy bitterly continued to rub. All he wanted was a kiss. Stupid Arthur.
A hitched breath.
Oh.
Alfred’s eyes water at the feeling. Very nice.
“E-Engwaand-” Wrong. “A-ah, Aaarthur, k-keep going . . .?”
The man’s steely eyes look down to the boy’s full prick, leaking with pre-cum. A nod. “You are close Alfred. Do you feel it?” A ferocious nod from said boy. A cheeky smile. “Then yes. Most definitely.”
The blonde haired boy speedily thrusts against the clothed leg, heart racing a tad more with every movement. More more more. Green eyes focus on him. Not moving, expectant. It’s there, it’s there, it’s there-
There.
Something hot, thick, and liquid spurts from Alfred’s member, spreading itself across Arthur’s black slacks. He straightens his self, back arching, limbs shaking, heart sailing. Wonderful sensation.
“A-aa-aaah~” Alfred gasped, moaned. He bites down on his lip, a heavy, rosy blush dainty on his face. His grip slackens on the nightgown, but it remains in place until the orgasm is ridden out.
As Alfred climaxes, Arthur constricts his hold on the boy’s hips. No moving until it is finished. With eyes half-lidded, the man watches, licks his lips, at his young charge in undisturbed ecstasy. He shakes and gasps at the release, twisting his body to tempt a more satisfying outcome. Arthur slyly grimaces, playing in his head a different game, causing his prick to ache with a burning desire.
“Uhnn . . .” Alfred mewls, lips in a cat-like pout. He feels his heart begin to slowly decelerate, but his limbs are in a trembling mess. The nightdress falls from his shaky hands and for a few moments, he lets himself catch his breath, in gasps, in shakes.
Quivering. Hot. Nervous.
Alfred gulps down the emotions, attention back to his guardian.
Although the man displays an odd smile, his breathing is labored and face deeply flushed (just like how he was). So is Arthur also excited? Sedately, Alfred lowers his head to search for the other’s conspicuous problem. It wasn’t hard to find as it clearly was bulging against the black pants. The boy finds himself unable to breathe. Does Arthur like this sort of thing? . . . What is this ‘sort of thing’?
A strong hand lifts Alfred’s chin, angled to look his guardian in the eyes, still dark. The other hand pulls the boy closer, his thighs sliding against the faintly warm semen, causing him to shudder and gape.
Arthur licks his lips, then leans to grant Alfred a momentary kiss. Good job. Alfred makes a pleased noise, smiles against his lips. Arthur lets out a small smile, gently nipping his charge’s bottom lip. The blue-eyed child looks up to him, an all-too-bright smile, and attempts to move closer by softly placing his hand on the man’s crotch.
Very warm. Moist.
Arthur shuts his eyes and elicits a low groan, unconsciously bucking his hips to meet the small hand. Alfred’s heart picks up again, feels himself grow hot again, and wants to recoil. But he is curious.
Damned curious and innocent.
What sort of noises and faces would Arthur make? His handsome face is already so flushed, beautiful. What would it look like when he is contorted in pleasure?
Alfred slowly smiles as an enticing thought crosses into his mind.
Curious.
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Last part, coming soon. <3
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Moar, plz. :D
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Hell has a special place for me because I literally perked up in excitement when I saw that this fic was FINALLY updated. ohmygodsomethingswrongwithmegoddamnitenglandyourpedoiscontagious
I'll keep a -cough-vigilant-cough eye out for the update of the last chapter.
-sings- I'll be burning, burning, burning, deep down in Hell's fire~~
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This.
Oh. Damn. ♥
L-love your style. A-and America's face... *not pedo not pedo not pedo* ♥
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