Re: Oh...Canada (2/5?)
anonymous
July 21 2010, 03:19:53 UTC
Alfred’s mouth crashed into Arthur’s wildly, desperately. Everything Alfred had been holding back was now out in the open. Boundaries and borders melted into the dim lighting of the small bedroom. Alfred lifted Arthur slightly, moving him further up on the bed. Now is where the torture starts. Arthur wasn’t into much foreplay just now; he was in the mood and the man was ready to go. Not that he had known this fact until now. Alfred parted the Briton’s legs with his left hand, leaving his other arm wrapped around Arthur’s back. It was Alfred’s turn to have fun.
Without the barrier of his boxers, Arthur suddenly felt Alfred’s hard member rubbing against his entrance. Arthur’s eyes drifted closed as he moaned slightly and pressed into it, but Alfred pulled away.
“Oh, you thought I’d let you have it that easily?” A devious chuckle crawled out of Alfred’s mouth. “Not yet.” A frustrated groan ripped through Arthur, but it was morphed into a gasp by Alfred’s fingers suddenly inside him. Green eyes grew wide, but Arthur’s body reacted before his mind did. His hips rocked themselves down into Alfred’s hand.
Alfred let out a laugh. “Eager, aren’t you?”
Arthur glowered up at him. “Oh, as if you aren’t? Don’t you think that I - ah!” Arthur moaned again as Alfred’s fingers began thrusting. “I want it,” Arthur gasped.
“What?” Alfred’s teasing face dropped into an expression of concern.
“You know what I said,” Arthur groaned.
“But…are you sure?” Alfred grew a bit less forceful as his fingers pulled out of Arthur. “I don’t want to take you too soon. I just… I really don’t want to fuck this up.”
“Well, seeing as the objective is to fuck me...” Arthur’s growing irritation slowed a bit t the sight of true conflict in Alfred’s eyes. “Look, Alfred. You are only taking what I’m giving you. You aren’t taking advantage of me, or any other ridiculous thing. I love you and it’s going to be spectacular. So stop questioning yourself.”
Alfred kissed him. “I love you, babe.” With that, Alfred was spread over Arthur again, kissing him with such ferocity that Arthur forgot about the sex for a moment…but only a moment.
Arthur felt Alfred prod at his entrance. “Do it,” Arthur ordered, throwing his arms around the American’s ribs. Alfred braced his hands on either side of Arthur’s head and eased himself slowly inside. The Briton gasped at Alfred’s width inside of him, but Alfred didn’t wait long for him to adjust. Denying himself even for a second longer seemed unbearable. A moan of pain and ecstasy tore through Arthur’s lips as his legs involuntarily clenched themselves around Alfred’s waist.
Re: Oh...Canada (3/4)
anonymous
July 21 2010, 03:21:30 UTC
Arthur soon noticed that the throb coursing through his body wasn’t pain anymore, but pure desire. He had an unfillable need, verging on frantic, to have Alfred inside him further than he was getting now. Even if the feeling of Alfred moving with him was terrifyingly close to perfection, Arthur needed to have more of him immediately.
“I want on top,” Arthur managed to say between moans.
“What?” Alfred asked, not out of ignorance, but out of shock. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Oh, come on, Alfred,” Arthur scoffed while he continued to rock his hips into the American. “If I can take war, I can take you.” Arthur shoved Alfred onto his back and positioned himself above Alfred’s eager manhood.
“What are you waiting for?” Alfred groaned after a moment, whipping his eyes open in frustration. He shot his arms out toward the Briton, who quickly grabbed the patriot’s wrists and pinned them back down to the bed. Arthur kissed up the younger man’s quivering torso and brought his lips to brush his ear.
“I’m waiting for you to beg for it.” Arthur realized that it’s true what they say: it’s good to be on top.
Alfred arched his back and hips upward. “Please, Arthur!” A smirk danced onto Arthur’s lips as he gave in to both his and his love’s desires. He involuntarily tightened once he thrust downward.
“Oh- God!” Alfred gasped. If Arthur could control his vocal chords at the moment, he would have shared the sentiment. The feeling tensed all his muscles and made the hair raise on the nape of his neck. With the second thrust, he let out a gasp for air. With the third, a gasp for Alfred. With the fourth, a gasp for God. His mind went blank and exploded in color all at the same time. Arthur found himself lost within ecstasy as Alfred found himself lost in Arthur. Soon neither could tell who was in control or where one thrust started and another ended.
Arthur felt a spasm rip through his body as he tensed around Alfred’s growing shaft. Was it growing? It felt bigger than before.
Alfred’s gasp brought him back. Both men could feel themselves on the edge of a cliff, ready, willing, and wanting to jump off the edge and into bliss. Arthur’s thoughts were everywhere and nowhere at once. It wasn’t like everyone had told him; those cliché images France had always used about wanting to make him “see fireworks” was complete bollocks. It was a tingling, a spasm, a collection of explosions threatening to break both nations into a dozen bright pieces.
“Aah!” Arthur screamed, unable to contain himself as he jolted against Alfred.
“Come for me, baby,” Alfred groaned. “Cause I can’t hold it much longer.” Those words were all the incentive Arthur needed. With them, all the waiting bombs exploded through his skin as he screamed his love’s name. Arthur flailed, grasping for anything to keep him on the ground as he felt both himself and Alfred coming together. The only things he found were Alfred’s arms and chest, and he dug his nails in. Alfred moaned, bucking up into Arthur as they both finished and the Englishman collapsed onto him.
Re: Oh...Canada (4/4)
anonymous
July 21 2010, 03:23:00 UTC
“I love you so much, Iggy,” Alfred whispered after a brief silence, and kissed Arthur’s head.
“I…I do believe I love you a great deal as well, Alfred,” Arthur whispered with slightly fearful hesitation, but no less conviction. Alfred couldn’t contain his happiness as a huge smile spread across his face and he squeezed Arthur tight.
“You make me the happiest guy alive,” Alfred practically sang. Right as Arthur was about to protest, saying that he himself was actually the happiest, Alfred continued. “…but can you get up? This is kind of…gross.”
Arthur’s heart, so light for a moment, plummeted and nearly broke. “W…what?”
“Well, you kind of came all over both of us, and I’m sorta sitting in mine,” Alfred explained, slightly more cheery than expected.
“Oh!” Arthur tried to stifle giddy laughter at both what Alfred said, and relief at having his over-thought worries made null. He sat up and lifted himself off Alfred. Then he saw exactly how much of a mess they had made. Completely worth it, but still kind of messy.
Alfred sat up on one of his elbows, leaning toward the now-standing Brit. “I think we’re gonna need a shower.”
“Yes,” Arthur agreed. “And I think we’re going to need to figure out a way to get stains out of Matthew’s maple leaf bed spread.” Alfred looked down as he remembered they were still on Matt’s bed.
“Oh, crap,” he said quietly. After a long, apparently thoughtful, silence, Alfred simply dissolved carefree laughter. Arthur allowed himself to be pulled into joining him. He was too content to frown and grumble at Alfred just now in any case.
-- Comments and constructive criticism would be super appreciated, but please, be gentle with me. *crawls back under rock*
Re: Oh...Canada (4/4)
anonymous
July 21 2010, 05:54:22 UTC
Well, since you asked for concrit, there are a few things I'd like to point out. :)
First of all, why were they in Canada's room? That seemed a bit odd to me, as it was never explained how or why they ended up there and decided to have sex.
Also, the prompt was for virgin!England, but it was never really made clear that that's what he was. It seemed more like it was just his first time with America, rather than his first time ever.
The last thing was that America didn't seem to properly prepare England with lubricant, even though he seemed very concerned about moving too fast initially. My thoughts go out to England's poor ass.
But! They seemed very sweet on each other, which I find absolutely adorable. :) All in all it was a very nice fill, anon! Thanks for writing it!
Re: Oh...Canada (4/4)
anonymous
July 22 2010, 06:33:53 UTC
Hi. Thanx for the con crit. This is actually based off my first time, so that's kind of why I forgot the lubricant & the stretching stuff. lol. *facedesk* Sorry! Probably should've put that in.
As to why they are in Canada's room, that's also based off of personal experience. My mom was with my sis & Canada's parent is currently..... ya. Wasn't too sure about how to solve that problem. Also, my style is a little.... flawed because I'm new. I write one shots, but I'm actually kind of a failure at plot. *is embarassed*
Sorry. I'll try to work on it. Still new. This is my smut virginity. *blush*pop*
Without the barrier of his boxers, Arthur suddenly felt Alfred’s hard member rubbing against his entrance. Arthur’s eyes drifted closed as he moaned slightly and pressed into it, but Alfred pulled away.
“Oh, you thought I’d let you have it that easily?” A devious chuckle crawled out of Alfred’s mouth. “Not yet.” A frustrated groan ripped through Arthur, but it was morphed into a gasp by Alfred’s fingers suddenly inside him. Green eyes grew wide, but Arthur’s body reacted before his mind did. His hips rocked themselves down into Alfred’s hand.
Alfred let out a laugh. “Eager, aren’t you?”
Arthur glowered up at him. “Oh, as if you aren’t? Don’t you think that I - ah!” Arthur moaned again as Alfred’s fingers began thrusting. “I want it,” Arthur gasped.
“What?” Alfred’s teasing face dropped into an expression of concern.
“You know what I said,” Arthur groaned.
“But…are you sure?” Alfred grew a bit less forceful as his fingers pulled out of Arthur. “I don’t want to take you too soon. I just… I really don’t want to fuck this up.”
“Well, seeing as the objective is to fuck me...” Arthur’s growing irritation slowed a bit t the sight of true conflict in Alfred’s eyes. “Look, Alfred. You are only taking what I’m giving you. You aren’t taking advantage of me, or any other ridiculous thing. I love you and it’s going to be spectacular. So stop questioning yourself.”
Alfred kissed him. “I love you, babe.” With that, Alfred was spread over Arthur again, kissing him with such ferocity that Arthur forgot about the sex for a moment…but only a moment.
Arthur felt Alfred prod at his entrance. “Do it,” Arthur ordered, throwing his arms around the American’s ribs. Alfred braced his hands on either side of Arthur’s head and eased himself slowly inside. The Briton gasped at Alfred’s width inside of him, but Alfred didn’t wait long for him to adjust. Denying himself even for a second longer seemed unbearable. A moan of pain and ecstasy tore through Arthur’s lips as his legs involuntarily clenched themselves around Alfred’s waist.
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“I want on top,” Arthur managed to say between moans.
“What?” Alfred asked, not out of ignorance, but out of shock. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Oh, come on, Alfred,” Arthur scoffed while he continued to rock his hips into the American. “If I can take war, I can take you.” Arthur shoved Alfred onto his back and positioned himself above Alfred’s eager manhood.
“What are you waiting for?” Alfred groaned after a moment, whipping his eyes open in frustration. He shot his arms out toward the Briton, who quickly grabbed the patriot’s wrists and pinned them back down to the bed. Arthur kissed up the younger man’s quivering torso and brought his lips to brush his ear.
“I’m waiting for you to beg for it.” Arthur realized that it’s true what they say: it’s good to be on top.
Alfred arched his back and hips upward. “Please, Arthur!” A smirk danced onto Arthur’s lips as he gave in to both his and his love’s desires. He involuntarily tightened once he thrust downward.
“Oh- God!” Alfred gasped. If Arthur could control his vocal chords at the moment, he would have shared the sentiment. The feeling tensed all his muscles and made the hair raise on the nape of his neck. With the second thrust, he let out a gasp for air. With the third, a gasp for Alfred. With the fourth, a gasp for God. His mind went blank and exploded in color all at the same time. Arthur found himself lost within ecstasy as Alfred found himself lost in Arthur. Soon neither could tell who was in control or where one thrust started and another ended.
Arthur felt a spasm rip through his body as he tensed around Alfred’s growing shaft. Was it growing? It felt bigger than before.
Alfred’s gasp brought him back. Both men could feel themselves on the edge of a cliff, ready, willing, and wanting to jump off the edge and into bliss. Arthur’s thoughts were everywhere and nowhere at once. It wasn’t like everyone had told him; those cliché images France had always used about wanting to make him “see fireworks” was complete bollocks. It was a tingling, a spasm, a collection of explosions threatening to break both nations into a dozen bright pieces.
“Aah!” Arthur screamed, unable to contain himself as he jolted against Alfred.
“Come for me, baby,” Alfred groaned. “Cause I can’t hold it much longer.” Those words were all the incentive Arthur needed. With them, all the waiting bombs exploded through his skin as he screamed his love’s name. Arthur flailed, grasping for anything to keep him on the ground as he felt both himself and Alfred coming together. The only things he found were Alfred’s arms and chest, and he dug his nails in. Alfred moaned, bucking up into Arthur as they both finished and the Englishman collapsed onto him.
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“I…I do believe I love you a great deal as well, Alfred,” Arthur whispered with slightly fearful hesitation, but no less conviction. Alfred couldn’t contain his happiness as a huge smile spread across his face and he squeezed Arthur tight.
“You make me the happiest guy alive,” Alfred practically sang. Right as Arthur was about to protest, saying that he himself was actually the happiest, Alfred continued. “…but can you get up? This is kind of…gross.”
Arthur’s heart, so light for a moment, plummeted and nearly broke. “W…what?”
“Well, you kind of came all over both of us, and I’m sorta sitting in mine,” Alfred explained, slightly more cheery than expected.
“Oh!” Arthur tried to stifle giddy laughter at both what Alfred said, and relief at having his over-thought worries made null. He sat up and lifted himself off Alfred. Then he saw exactly how much of a mess they had made. Completely worth it, but still kind of messy.
Alfred sat up on one of his elbows, leaning toward the now-standing Brit. “I think we’re gonna need a shower.”
“Yes,” Arthur agreed. “And I think we’re going to need to figure out a way to get stains out of Matthew’s maple leaf bed spread.” Alfred looked down as he remembered they were still on Matt’s bed.
“Oh, crap,” he said quietly. After a long, apparently thoughtful, silence, Alfred simply dissolved carefree laughter. Arthur allowed himself to be pulled into joining him. He was too content to frown and grumble at Alfred just now in any case.
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Comments and constructive criticism would be super appreciated, but please, be gentle with me. *crawls back under rock*
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I thought it was good, certainly not the best I've ever read, but not the worse. I liked it. ❤
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First of all, why were they in Canada's room? That seemed a bit odd to me, as it was never explained how or why they ended up there and decided to have sex.
Also, the prompt was for virgin!England, but it was never really made clear that that's what he was. It seemed more like it was just his first time with America, rather than his first time ever.
The last thing was that America didn't seem to properly prepare England with lubricant, even though he seemed very concerned about moving too fast initially. My thoughts go out to England's poor ass.
But! They seemed very sweet on each other, which I find absolutely adorable. :) All in all it was a very nice fill, anon! Thanks for writing it!
captcha: the fructose. Sugar indeed, captcha.
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As to why they are in Canada's room, that's also based off of personal experience. My mom was with my sis & Canada's parent is currently..... ya. Wasn't too sure about how to solve that problem. Also, my style is a little.... flawed because I'm new. I write one shots, but I'm actually kind of a failure at plot. *is embarassed*
Sorry. I'll try to work on it. Still new. This is my smut virginity. *blush*pop*
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