Raw Sugar - part 6/7
anonymous
September 17 2010, 23:33:30 UTC
Alfred’s hands found Arthur’s sweatpants and made quick work to pull them and his underwear off. Arthur shifted his hips to accommodate him, shivered as Alfred’s large, callused hands smoothed down his thighs, stroked at the lines of his muscles.
Arthur pulled away with a sigh, collecting the clothes and chucking them away, his vision blurred with lust and Alfred was sprawled out on his back like that, hair fanned out around him, and his chest was heaving. He really was just far too attractive-Arthur silently figured he was completely doomed, if it came to Alfred.
Arthur leaned in and kissed him briefly before shifting away, reaching for the bedside table, opening the small drawer and pulling out the lube. Alfred rolled after him, sitting up on his knees and pressing up against Arthur’s back, kissing at the back of his neck. Arthur bit back a small moan as Alfred’s hands wrapped around Arthur’s body, running down his chest, drifting dangerously close to his cock but never actually touching. He could feel Alfred’s hardened cock pressing up against him.
Alfred kissed down his back, hands smoothing over his legs. Arthur felt Alfred grasp at the socks on Arthur’s feet, and started to pull.
“Wait,” Arthur protested, and shifted, pushing Alfred back onto his back and straddling him, holding the lube in one hand, the other hand poised on Alfred’s chest. He swallowed thickly. “Wait.”
Alfred blinked at him, eyebrows raised. “Huh?”
Arthur cleared his throat, turning his face away. And out of the corner of his eye he could see Alfred wiggling his toes at the edge of the bed, trying to toe them off. Arthur grew inexplicably alarmed and shifted on Alfred’s lap, turning around so his back was to Alfred and leaning forward, grasping his ankles.
“Wait,” he said again. He muttered, face bright red. “Leave them on.”
Behind him he heard Alfred laugh and rest his hands on Arthur’s hips, thumbs massaging at the small of his back. “You’re so weird, babe.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Arthur muttered, tugging on the socks so they were halfway up Alfred’s shins again. He cleared his throat again as Alfred’s hands continued to knead at Arthur’s backside, thumbs pressing into the small of his back while the rest of his hands massaged at the soft flesh. Arthur made a soft sound in the back of his throat and tipped his head forward. “Alfred…”
“You have a pretty back,” Alfred said, absently, and laughed. “Okay, okay. I’ll keep my socks on.”
“Good,” Arthur said primly, trying to ignore the way he was completely and utterly red-faced. He popped the cap of the lube and shifted slightly against Alfred, rubbing against his cock.
“Hey,” Alfred said, tugging on Arthur’s sock next to his hip. “Look at me.”
Arthur tilted his head, looking over his shoulder at Alfred in what he hoped was a dry, withering expression but, due to their current position, he probably only looked lewd.
Alfred grinned at him. “Heeeey there, beautiful.”
“Call me that again and one of these socks is going in your mouth,” Arthur muttered, blushing brightly and looking away again. He smoothed his lube-coated hand over Alfred’s cock, stroking slowly, thumb pressing at his cockhead before twisting downward. Alfred’s gently hitch was very satisfying.
“Should I call you ugly, then? Ha ha-a-ah!” Alfred’s laughed cut off with a quiet moan as Arthur, in retaliation, stroked at the back of Alfred’s knee in time with the stroking of his cock. Alfred writhed a bit and bit back a quiet whine in the back of his throat. “No fair.”
“You should know by now I play dirty,” Arthur said calmly.
Alfred had no coherent reply to that other than a few strangled moans, and Arthur secretly added that to his score-Alfred was just losing all around today. Or possibly winning, if the way he was making noises was any indication. Arthur continued to stroke Alfred’s cock, spreading the lube liberally over him, preparing him for the smooth glide inside of Arthur.
“Are you going to look at me while you fuck me, or are you too captivated by my socks?” Alfred asked at length, laughing around the soft gasps he kept making.
Raw Sugar - part 7/7
anonymous
September 17 2010, 23:34:10 UTC
Arthur’s reply was to shift his hips up, position himself over Alfred’s cock, and slowly slip him into himself, all the while facing away, hands braced on the bed. He arched his back, and felt Alfred’s hands on his hips, guiding him down.
Arthur set the pace, pushing himself up and down on Alfred’s cock, speeding up once he loosened up and grew accustomed of having Alfred inside him. He pumped himself up and down along Alfred’s cock, aiming for his prostate. He leaned forward, bracing himself as Alfred’s grip on his hips tightened. He couldn’t help himself, though-his eyes were on Alfred’s socks. He could see the way Alfred’s feet flexed and tensed, the way his toes curled. The fabric of the socks flopped down to Alfred’s ankles and Arthur felt himself moan as Alfred shoved up into him. He swallowed thickly and reached out, grasping Alfred’s ankles, feeling the scrape of wool against his hands and a thrill of pleasure shoot up his spine from Alfred-just Alfred.
No words passed between them as they moved-Alfred was too focused on thrusting up, his movements becoming more frenzied as he neared closer and closer. Arthur’s thoughts were running a mile a minute-of Alfred, Alfred’s body, Alfred’s cock inside him, Alfred’s socks-
Arthur’s orgasm took him by surprise, and he came with a small moan, writhing against Alfred, his grip on Alfred’s ankles tightening. Alfred continued to thrust up into him, and when Arthur became more aware of his surroundings, he could hear Alfred panting out his name, thrusting blindly up into Arthur. Arthur smiled lightly, and sat back up again for better leverage, using his legs to lift himself up and down on Alfred’s cock, tightening his body up when appropriate and thrilling in Alfred’s quiet little shout.
Finally, the boy beneath him tensed up, and Arthur felt the warmth fill him as Alfred emptied his seed inside of Arthur. Arthur sighed, rolling his hips and milking Alfred dry. Alfred’s grip on Arthur’s hips loosened, just slightly, and when Arthur looked over his shoulder, he could see Alfred’s head tilted back, his body heaving. The hands on his hips fell away and smoothed down Arthur’s legs, over the backs of his knees, and down to his socks, tugging on them again. Arthur felt his breath catch.
“You’re so weird,” was Alfred’s breathless words once he regained some semblance of control.
Arthur scowled at him. “Shut up.”
Alfred grinned, and pulled out of Arthur as Arthur lifted himself off Alfred, only to turn around and sit back down on him, this time facing him. Alfred held up his arms.
“Come here.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
But he laid down on top of Alfred anyway, and felt their legs tangle together, felt where their socks pressed up against one another. Arthur’s toes curled in pleasure.
Alfred sighed out, content, and nuzzled his face into Arthur’s hair.
Arthur closed his eyes and rested against him, could feel Alfred’s heart pounding against his ribcage and knew his was doing the same.
“Weird,” Alfred said again and because Arthur was merciful, he let the quip slide. Though, not without a small slap to the back of Alfred’s head. God help him, he was so charmed by the boy.
Re: Raw Sugar - part 7/7
anonymous
September 18 2010, 00:21:13 UTC
God, that was so hot and adorable! <3 I really love the slice-of-life feel to this, and I haven't seen much bitchy irritable England lately, and that's always fun to read. XD I really enjoyed their relationship here, anon, and the way you wrote Arthur especially. They both seemed in-character, but your Arthur voice really stood out. OP's going to be really pleased, I bet!
Ah, and the choice of position was very appropriate, even though I never really see it in fic, unfortunately. Alas. *may be laughing at the fact that it's called "reverse cowgirlboy"!*;D
This may be the most adorable thing I've read in ages, by the way: But he laid down on top of Alfred anyway, and felt their legs tangle together, felt where their socks pressed up against one another. Arthur’s toes curled in pleasure. This is the first cute fill I've read for these guys in a long time, because most people can't really get the mix of cute and hot right, but damn have you got that balance right! <3
Re: Raw Sugar - part 7/7
anonymous
September 18 2010, 08:20:37 UTC
A VERY VERY VERY HAPPY OP HERE!!!
OMG! This was utterly delicious, adorable and incredibly sexy all at the same time! It has been a delight to read! THANK YOU DEAR ANON! You are a freaking hero!! I adore how you have given Alfred love handles too!!! Do you know all my kinks? And how that turns Arthur on even more. And Arthurs reaction when he first sees Alfred in just his socks was perfect.
You write them both so incredibly well, the love between the two, how much they care for one another despite everything, is just so blatantly obvious it makes my heart incredibly happy. I love how Arthur is beginning to realise/come to terms with the fact that when it comes to Alfred, he's just royally screwed. Literally. Hehe.
THANK YOU AGAIN.
Also totally loving the fact that Arthur chose to look at Alfreds socks throughout rather than Alfreds face. Awesome. And how you built the story up, everything, it's just perfect. Can you tell I'm too happy/excited that I can't get my thoughts out straight?! This comment is all over the place!
Re: Raw Sugar - part 7/7
anonymous
September 18 2010, 13:09:52 UTC
At first I was wary about clicking on the prompt, after all how can someone make a sock fetish hot? But you did!
What I loved most about this is that Arthur didn't just love the socks but they were Alfred's socks, so he wasn't turned on by the kink most of all but he was turned on by Alfred and then the kink as well which I loved, loved, loved.
Also liked how he discovered how he had a fetish and the description of their relationship, Arthur learning to love the little things about Alfred and Alfred going along with the kink of Arthur's was just so sweet.
And I love your Arthur and Alfred, you made their personalities really real with Alfred trying to continue playing a video game in the middle of it.
Arthur pulled away with a sigh, collecting the clothes and chucking them away, his vision blurred with lust and Alfred was sprawled out on his back like that, hair fanned out around him, and his chest was heaving. He really was just far too attractive-Arthur silently figured he was completely doomed, if it came to Alfred.
Arthur leaned in and kissed him briefly before shifting away, reaching for the bedside table, opening the small drawer and pulling out the lube. Alfred rolled after him, sitting up on his knees and pressing up against Arthur’s back, kissing at the back of his neck. Arthur bit back a small moan as Alfred’s hands wrapped around Arthur’s body, running down his chest, drifting dangerously close to his cock but never actually touching. He could feel Alfred’s hardened cock pressing up against him.
Alfred kissed down his back, hands smoothing over his legs. Arthur felt Alfred grasp at the socks on Arthur’s feet, and started to pull.
“Wait,” Arthur protested, and shifted, pushing Alfred back onto his back and straddling him, holding the lube in one hand, the other hand poised on Alfred’s chest. He swallowed thickly. “Wait.”
Alfred blinked at him, eyebrows raised. “Huh?”
Arthur cleared his throat, turning his face away. And out of the corner of his eye he could see Alfred wiggling his toes at the edge of the bed, trying to toe them off. Arthur grew inexplicably alarmed and shifted on Alfred’s lap, turning around so his back was to Alfred and leaning forward, grasping his ankles.
“Wait,” he said again. He muttered, face bright red. “Leave them on.”
Behind him he heard Alfred laugh and rest his hands on Arthur’s hips, thumbs massaging at the small of his back. “You’re so weird, babe.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Arthur muttered, tugging on the socks so they were halfway up Alfred’s shins again. He cleared his throat again as Alfred’s hands continued to knead at Arthur’s backside, thumbs pressing into the small of his back while the rest of his hands massaged at the soft flesh. Arthur made a soft sound in the back of his throat and tipped his head forward. “Alfred…”
“You have a pretty back,” Alfred said, absently, and laughed. “Okay, okay. I’ll keep my socks on.”
“Good,” Arthur said primly, trying to ignore the way he was completely and utterly red-faced. He popped the cap of the lube and shifted slightly against Alfred, rubbing against his cock.
“Hey,” Alfred said, tugging on Arthur’s sock next to his hip. “Look at me.”
Arthur tilted his head, looking over his shoulder at Alfred in what he hoped was a dry, withering expression but, due to their current position, he probably only looked lewd.
Alfred grinned at him. “Heeeey there, beautiful.”
“Call me that again and one of these socks is going in your mouth,” Arthur muttered, blushing brightly and looking away again. He smoothed his lube-coated hand over Alfred’s cock, stroking slowly, thumb pressing at his cockhead before twisting downward. Alfred’s gently hitch was very satisfying.
“Should I call you ugly, then? Ha ha-a-ah!” Alfred’s laughed cut off with a quiet moan as Arthur, in retaliation, stroked at the back of Alfred’s knee in time with the stroking of his cock. Alfred writhed a bit and bit back a quiet whine in the back of his throat. “No fair.”
“You should know by now I play dirty,” Arthur said calmly.
Alfred had no coherent reply to that other than a few strangled moans, and Arthur secretly added that to his score-Alfred was just losing all around today. Or possibly winning, if the way he was making noises was any indication. Arthur continued to stroke Alfred’s cock, spreading the lube liberally over him, preparing him for the smooth glide inside of Arthur.
“Are you going to look at me while you fuck me, or are you too captivated by my socks?” Alfred asked at length, laughing around the soft gasps he kept making.
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Arthur set the pace, pushing himself up and down on Alfred’s cock, speeding up once he loosened up and grew accustomed of having Alfred inside him. He pumped himself up and down along Alfred’s cock, aiming for his prostate. He leaned forward, bracing himself as Alfred’s grip on his hips tightened. He couldn’t help himself, though-his eyes were on Alfred’s socks. He could see the way Alfred’s feet flexed and tensed, the way his toes curled. The fabric of the socks flopped down to Alfred’s ankles and Arthur felt himself moan as Alfred shoved up into him. He swallowed thickly and reached out, grasping Alfred’s ankles, feeling the scrape of wool against his hands and a thrill of pleasure shoot up his spine from Alfred-just Alfred.
No words passed between them as they moved-Alfred was too focused on thrusting up, his movements becoming more frenzied as he neared closer and closer. Arthur’s thoughts were running a mile a minute-of Alfred, Alfred’s body, Alfred’s cock inside him, Alfred’s socks-
Arthur’s orgasm took him by surprise, and he came with a small moan, writhing against Alfred, his grip on Alfred’s ankles tightening. Alfred continued to thrust up into him, and when Arthur became more aware of his surroundings, he could hear Alfred panting out his name, thrusting blindly up into Arthur. Arthur smiled lightly, and sat back up again for better leverage, using his legs to lift himself up and down on Alfred’s cock, tightening his body up when appropriate and thrilling in Alfred’s quiet little shout.
Finally, the boy beneath him tensed up, and Arthur felt the warmth fill him as Alfred emptied his seed inside of Arthur. Arthur sighed, rolling his hips and milking Alfred dry. Alfred’s grip on Arthur’s hips loosened, just slightly, and when Arthur looked over his shoulder, he could see Alfred’s head tilted back, his body heaving. The hands on his hips fell away and smoothed down Arthur’s legs, over the backs of his knees, and down to his socks, tugging on them again. Arthur felt his breath catch.
“You’re so weird,” was Alfred’s breathless words once he regained some semblance of control.
Arthur scowled at him. “Shut up.”
Alfred grinned, and pulled out of Arthur as Arthur lifted himself off Alfred, only to turn around and sit back down on him, this time facing him. Alfred held up his arms.
“Come here.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
But he laid down on top of Alfred anyway, and felt their legs tangle together, felt where their socks pressed up against one another. Arthur’s toes curled in pleasure.
Alfred sighed out, content, and nuzzled his face into Arthur’s hair.
Arthur closed his eyes and rested against him, could feel Alfred’s heart pounding against his ribcage and knew his was doing the same.
“Weird,” Alfred said again and because Arthur was merciful, he let the quip slide. Though, not without a small slap to the back of Alfred’s head. God help him, he was so charmed by the boy.
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Ah, and the choice of position was very appropriate, even though I never really see it in fic, unfortunately. Alas. *may be laughing at the fact that it's called "reverse cowgirlboy"!*;D
This may be the most adorable thing I've read in ages, by the way: But he laid down on top of Alfred anyway, and felt their legs tangle together, felt where their socks pressed up against one another. Arthur’s toes curled in pleasure. This is the first cute fill I've read for these guys in a long time, because most people can't really get the mix of cute and hot right, but damn have you got that balance right! <3
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Alfred stared at him, and then he literally beamed up at him. “Yay!”
oh Alfred. ♥ loved it, authoranon! cute and hot and in-character all at once c:
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Sweet domestic fluffy sex in my kink meme?! Blasphemous!
But seriously it was hot and awesome and the socks were adorable. <3
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OMG! This was utterly delicious, adorable and incredibly sexy all at the same time! It has been a delight to read! THANK YOU DEAR ANON! You are a freaking hero!! I adore how you have given Alfred love handles too!!! Do you know all my kinks? And how that turns Arthur on even more. And Arthurs reaction when he first sees Alfred in just his socks was perfect.
You write them both so incredibly well, the love between the two, how much they care for one another despite everything, is just so blatantly obvious it makes my heart incredibly happy. I love how Arthur is beginning to realise/come to terms with the fact that when it comes to Alfred, he's just royally screwed. Literally. Hehe.
THANK YOU AGAIN.
Also totally loving the fact that Arthur chose to look at Alfreds socks throughout rather than Alfreds face. Awesome. And how you built the story up, everything, it's just perfect. Can you tell I'm too happy/excited that I can't get my thoughts out straight?! This comment is all over the place!
OP is so happy right now. <3333333333333
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What I loved most about this is that Arthur didn't just love the socks but they were Alfred's socks, so he wasn't turned on by the kink most of all but he was turned on by Alfred and then the kink as well which I loved, loved, loved.
Also liked how he discovered how he had a fetish and the description of their relationship, Arthur learning to love the little things about Alfred and Alfred going along with the kink of Arthur's was just so sweet.
And I love your Arthur and Alfred, you made their personalities really real with Alfred trying to continue playing a video game in the middle of it.
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I don't know. All I know is this fill makes me want it.
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