Tell Me When, 2/3
anonymous
July 28 2010, 18:55:43 UTC
"Okay?"
"Yes," he moans, "yes, Alfred, please," so Alfred slaps him again, and again: smack, smack, smack, and Francis' body trembles at the impact. He's digging his nails into his own forearm, red scrapes clawing up his wrist to his elbow, and his chest shudders with every inhale.
Alfred stares down at the way Francis is helpless underneath him - needy for the pain - and it jolts through his blood, hot and prickling in his cheeks and slow-burning in his stomach, and he slaps him again. One-two, without even a moment of grace in between, and Francis whimpers and rocks his hips forward.
"Francis?"
"Ah - hnnng - more," Francis gasps, and it breaks off into a sharp hiss as Alfred whips his hand across Francis' cock again, and again - holds his hips down with one hand and delights him with the sting and the burn and lets Francis abandon himself to it. Golden flickers play along his clenched teeth and squeezed-shut eyelids. Alfred strokes over Francis' waist when he sobs, a choked-off sound in the back of his throat, and Francis grabs onto his hand and squeezes his fingers almost too-tight but he doesn't say stop. He doesn't say stop, so Alfred doesn't, whips stinging blows down onto his cock and bites his lip at Francis' moan of gratitude.
"Oh," The words spill out of Francis' mouth in fits and starts. "Oh, Alfred it's too much - please can you - " and Alfred slaps his hand down on the blankets instead and waits, panting, his thumb tracing circles over Francis' stomach.
"Enough?"
Francis nods, cracking his eyes open.
"Okay. Tell me if this hurts and I'll stop." Scooching his legs out behind him, Alfred wiggles until his Francis' dick is level with his face - god, it's red, inflamed and abused, and that must hurt like hell. He licks a line up it, traces his tongue around the crown with soft little licks, and Francis shivers. And oh, this was such a good idea because now Alfred can twist his hips down against the bed at Francis' reactions; he can rub himself against the soft sheets as he drags the flat of his tongue across the skin just at the base of Francis' cock, because Francis is lovely like this, still shivering from the endorphins, shaken by the pain-pleasure-pain and aching for more even as he gasps at the rough touch of Alfred's tongue.
When Alfred wraps his mouth around the head, flicking his tongue out to trace patterns in the raw skin, Francis drops one hand do his shoulder with a sharp inhale, his nails digging into Alfred's skin, and he rolls his hips up, slowly. It pushes more into Alfred's mouth but that's okay; he can take it. Francis tugs at his hair.
Re: Tell Me When, 2/3
anonymous
July 28 2010, 18:57:18 UTC
"Hurt me," says Francis, his voice low and rough, "Anything, just - "
Alfred finger-flicks him in the balls: once, twice, and Francis groans and comes, pulsing in Alfred's mouth and bitter-hot on his tongue. He falls back against the pillows and strokes his hand through Alfred's hair. His fingers are shaking.
"You look like a fish out of water," Alfred teases, because Francis does, his mouth opening and closing like that. He puckers his lips ridiculously, bends down to mouth out blub, blub, blub noises against Francis' dick where it's lying over his pelvis, soft and slapped-raw, and leans back up, grinning, when Francis' laughter is cut off with a gasp.
"Ah, darling," Francis breathes, and he tugs Alfred up the bed, wraps a hand around his cock and presses them together as he strokes him, so Alfred can duck his head and smell woodsmoke in Francis' hair, and press his fist between Francis' shoulderblades as he comes in a rush of heat and need, his cry muffled in Francis' neck.
They cling to each other. Outside, the wind has picked up and it's whistling around the edges of the cabin.
Francis moves first, to wipe Alfred's come off his thigh with his underwear. He twists the corner of his mouth up in a sleepy smile, tugging the blankets around their shoulders and nestling them close together.
"You okay? Too rough?" Alfred cups his hand around Francis' cheek.
"Absolutely not." Francis twists his head to press a kiss into Alfred's palm. "It was wonderful. Thank you, dearest."
"Oh, good." Alfred burrows his head into the pillow, Francis warm against his chest and the last remnants of the fire at his back. "Love you. G'night."
"Je t'aime," Francis whispers, and before Alfred nods off, he feels Francis' fingers stroking through his hair, soft as they drowse together, loving and beloved and warm.
Re: Tell Me When, 2/3
anonymous
July 28 2010, 19:32:41 UTC
Its a bit of a strange kink, but I think you wrote it very well. This meme needs more Al/Francis either way, I love the pairing and I love how you portrayed them together. Very nice fic overall :)
Re: Tell Me When, 2/3
anonymous
July 28 2010, 20:01:24 UTC
Oh anon, that was a nice hot sexy little piece. America is ridiculously cute. "He puckers his lips ridiculously, bends down to mouth out blub, blub, blub noises against Francis' dick where it's lying over his pelvis, soft and slapped-raw, and leans back up, grinning..." FFF WHAT IS THIS *dies laughing* And of course he's so careful with France, even if the other is sort of careless with himself and daredevil in bed.
I'd really like to see more about why and how France is such a crazy masochist, and maybe some strength-kink about that's why he comes to America. I'd kill to watch them going at another round. *wink wink*
One, uh, actually major problem, though. Generally the term "cockslapping" refers to one partner hitting the other (generally in the face) with their erect penis. So instead of doing the slapping to someone's cock, you're slapping them with a cock. I'm actually not sure whether the OP is aware of this, because hitting anything with a penis hard would be painful for Alfred too.
But c'est la vie. Terminology misfire aside, this was a nice fill. :3
Generally the term "cockslapping" refers to one partner hitting the other (generally in the face) with their erect penis. So instead of doing the slapping to someone's cock, you're slapping them with a cock
AHAHAHA WHAT. OH GOD. Dear OP, I'm so sorry. This is what I get for not looking things up and assuming they're self-explanatory.
Are you kidding me? THIS WAS AWESOME. HOLY SHIT -adds link to my to-fap-to list- OH GOD ANONWRITER EVEN IF IT'S KIND OF A MISFIRE [WELL, IT IS. SORT OF!] IT WAS SO EFFING HOT I FUCKING DIED. ILOVE YOU FOR ETERNITY <3333333333333333333
HOLY FUCK I'M SO GOING TO FAP TO THIS. HOT SHIT IS OT OH GOD OH GODDD.
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anonymous
July 28 2010, 22:02:26 UTC
This anon giggled so hard at your exchange.
Seriously, though, no worries. I came in expecting a dick to the face, and this was much, much better. Masochist!France is a new and glorious thing to me, and America was too freaking cute. I absolutely loved it!
Re: Tell Me When, 2/3
anonymous
July 28 2010, 21:53:18 UTC
You just put a new spin on the phrase "beating the meat", author!anon!!!
While not was I was expecting either, I rather like the masochistic spin and think that it would be more pleasurable than getting slapped by a cock...*is weird*
Anyway, this is wonderfully sexy and sweet and fabulous!!
"Yes," he moans, "yes, Alfred, please," so Alfred slaps him again, and again: smack, smack, smack, and Francis' body trembles at the impact. He's digging his nails into his own forearm, red scrapes clawing up his wrist to his elbow, and his chest shudders with every inhale.
Alfred stares down at the way Francis is helpless underneath him - needy for the pain - and it jolts through his blood, hot and prickling in his cheeks and slow-burning in his stomach, and he slaps him again. One-two, without even a moment of grace in between, and Francis whimpers and rocks his hips forward.
"Francis?"
"Ah - hnnng - more," Francis gasps, and it breaks off into a sharp hiss as Alfred whips his hand across Francis' cock again, and again - holds his hips down with one hand and delights him with the sting and the burn and lets Francis abandon himself to it. Golden flickers play along his clenched teeth and squeezed-shut eyelids. Alfred strokes over Francis' waist when he sobs, a choked-off sound in the back of his throat, and Francis grabs onto his hand and squeezes his fingers almost too-tight but he doesn't say stop. He doesn't say stop, so Alfred doesn't, whips stinging blows down onto his cock and bites his lip at Francis' moan of gratitude.
"Oh," The words spill out of Francis' mouth in fits and starts. "Oh, Alfred it's too much - please can you - " and Alfred slaps his hand down on the blankets instead and waits, panting, his thumb tracing circles over Francis' stomach.
"Enough?"
Francis nods, cracking his eyes open.
"Okay. Tell me if this hurts and I'll stop." Scooching his legs out behind him, Alfred wiggles until his Francis' dick is level with his face - god, it's red, inflamed and abused, and that must hurt like hell. He licks a line up it, traces his tongue around the crown with soft little licks, and Francis shivers. And oh, this was such a good idea because now Alfred can twist his hips down against the bed at Francis' reactions; he can rub himself against the soft sheets as he drags the flat of his tongue across the skin just at the base of Francis' cock, because Francis is lovely like this, still shivering from the endorphins, shaken by the pain-pleasure-pain and aching for more even as he gasps at the rough touch of Alfred's tongue.
When Alfred wraps his mouth around the head, flicking his tongue out to trace patterns in the raw skin, Francis drops one hand do his shoulder with a sharp inhale, his nails digging into Alfred's skin, and he rolls his hips up, slowly. It pushes more into Alfred's mouth but that's okay; he can take it. Francis tugs at his hair.
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Alfred finger-flicks him in the balls: once, twice, and Francis groans and comes, pulsing in Alfred's mouth and bitter-hot on his tongue. He falls back against the pillows and strokes his hand through Alfred's hair. His fingers are shaking.
"You look like a fish out of water," Alfred teases, because Francis does, his mouth opening and closing like that. He puckers his lips ridiculously, bends down to mouth out blub, blub, blub noises against Francis' dick where it's lying over his pelvis, soft and slapped-raw, and leans back up, grinning, when Francis' laughter is cut off with a gasp.
"Ah, darling," Francis breathes, and he tugs Alfred up the bed, wraps a hand around his cock and presses them together as he strokes him, so Alfred can duck his head and smell woodsmoke in Francis' hair, and press his fist between Francis' shoulderblades as he comes in a rush of heat and need, his cry muffled in Francis' neck.
They cling to each other. Outside, the wind has picked up and it's whistling around the edges of the cabin.
Francis moves first, to wipe Alfred's come off his thigh with his underwear. He twists the corner of his mouth up in a sleepy smile, tugging the blankets around their shoulders and nestling them close together.
"You okay? Too rough?" Alfred cups his hand around Francis' cheek.
"Absolutely not." Francis twists his head to press a kiss into Alfred's palm. "It was wonderful. Thank you, dearest."
"Oh, good." Alfred burrows his head into the pillow, Francis warm against his chest and the last remnants of the fire at his back. "Love you. G'night."
"Je t'aime," Francis whispers, and before Alfred nods off, he feels Francis' fingers stroking through his hair, soft as they drowse together, loving and beloved and warm.
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I'd really like to see more about why and how France is such a crazy masochist, and maybe some strength-kink about that's why he comes to America. I'd kill to watch them going at another round. *wink wink*
One, uh, actually major problem, though. Generally the term "cockslapping" refers to one partner hitting the other (generally in the face) with their erect penis. So instead of doing the slapping to someone's cock, you're slapping them with a cock. I'm actually not sure whether the OP is aware of this, because hitting anything with a penis hard would be painful for Alfred too.
But c'est la vie. Terminology misfire aside, this was a nice fill. :3
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AHAHAHA WHAT. OH GOD. Dear OP, I'm so sorry. This is what I get for not looking things up and assuming they're self-explanatory.
/slinks off into a corner in shame
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HOLY SHIT -adds link to my to-fap-to list- OH GOD ANONWRITER EVEN IF IT'S KIND OF A MISFIRE [WELL, IT IS. SORT OF!] IT WAS SO EFFING HOT I FUCKING DIED. ILOVE YOU FOR ETERNITY <3333333333333333333
HOLY FUCK I'M SO GOING TO FAP TO THIS. HOT SHIT IS OT OH GOD OH GODDD.
./goes crazy
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Seriously, though, no worries. I came in expecting a dick to the face, and this was much, much better. Masochist!France is a new and glorious thing to me, and America was too freaking cute. I absolutely loved it!
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While not was I was expecting either, I rather like the masochistic spin and think that it would be more pleasurable than getting slapped by a cock...*is weird*
Anyway, this is wonderfully sexy and sweet and fabulous!!
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