Smile for me, babe (2/2)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 14:50:04 UTC
In his mind’s eye, the flesh wasn’t as cold as it was in reality. It was warm and twitched under his tongue; the boy beneath him would moan, bright blue eyes begging him for more. And so, he gave the body more. He sank further down, lapping at the head of Alfred’s limp length before taking it all in, his nose brushing against the thin bush of blond pubic hair. Imaginary nails dug against the back of his skull and a recreation of the energetic voice whimpered at the feeling of being completely engulfed in the heat of the older man’s mouth.
Arthur bobbed his head as he sucked on the soft shaft, undeterred by it’s refusal to rise.
Pulling up, he gave one last suck across the length, an audible pop being made as it left his mouth. Arthur sighed, sweeping his tongue over his lips as he unbuckled his belt and slowly slid down his trousers. Looking once more at the slowly stiffening body, his eyes became half lidded and he instead saw his little brother giving him a worried look, “don’t worry Alfred, everything is going to be alright.” After slicking up his cock quickly, he gently pushed in, groaning as the tightness enclosed around his throbbing dick. The contrast between the heat in his groin and the coolness of the walls around it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
Arthur’s hips twitched; he steadily pumped in and out of Alfred’s body. His hands further exploring the flesh, tracing over his thighs, his cheeks, his clavicle, anything that he could reach. His mouth found the boy's neck, kissing and sucking where Alfred's pulse should have been thumping.
He listened to the sound of his own breath and the sound of his skin slapping against Alfred’s flesh. He imagined that there was another voice joined in with his, a voice filled with love and pleasure. His steady rhythm was lost, becoming more frantic as he felt his release approaching. He clutched at Alfred’s thighs, a moan ripping from his chest as a shudder rocked through his body and a shiver down his spine, emptying everything into the cool crevice.
Arthur gasped, trying to catch his breath after coming down from the high of his orgasm. Pulling out of Alfred, he watched as his spend slipped out of him. Chuckling slightly, he used his fingers to push it back in, thinking of the embarrassed expression that Alfred may have given him if he had been able to. His eyes traveled up the length of Alfred’s body, stopping at his lips…ah, that’s right, the one thing he had wanted to do most with Alfred, he still hadn’t done. He bent over, craning his neck down to capture those perfect smiling lips, the lips that he had always hoped would never stop smiling.
As his mouth traced his little brother’s, memorizing the feel and taste of his lips, teeth, and tongue, his hands roamed the boy’s thin neck. Running over the area where his lips had previously been tending to, where Alfred's pulse should be and where ten dark bruises had been made just hours before.
Alfred can’t hate him. Alfred can no longer be hurt by him. And seeing the smile forever frozen on his lips, Arthur knows that it’s for the best.
Concrit always welcome! This is my first time writing for Hetalia.
Re: Smile for me, babe (2/2) Not!OP
anonymous
June 10 2011, 16:44:36 UTC
Author!Anon here. I'm glad that you liked it!
I intend to write more for Hetalia at some point, I'm not sure when, though. I have the unfortunate problem of being unable to write anything unless I'm feeling really inspired (which happens only on rare occasions and, for some unknown reason, only when I'm trying to sleep), so I don't write much.
I'll be sure to write more Hetalia stories when inspiration hits again. :)
Honestly, author!anon, all I was hoping for was England, a corpse, and England fucking said corpse. Man, oh man. Did you exceed my expectations! This fill is absolutely wonderful, in that it was every bit as dark and creepy as I liked it to be. (And expected with a request like that.
Best thing I liked was that you not only had the physical actions but England's emotions and desires were really what made this fic great. The contrast between what England imagines and what's really going on is fantastic! Gah, it's like the above anon said, that ending! OMG!
Thank you, anon. Just, thank you. Yo made me very happy. I'm honored my request was your first fill and hope that you get inspired soon!
I'm delighted that you enjoyed it! I was worried that it might be too much (or not enough...really, I just worry in general).
I have a few other things that I'm working on, finishing is tough (I'm sure I'll get around to it). I doubt there will be any related requests on the kink meme that I could use them for, though.
Arthur bobbed his head as he sucked on the soft shaft, undeterred by it’s refusal to rise.
Pulling up, he gave one last suck across the length, an audible pop being made as it left his mouth. Arthur sighed, sweeping his tongue over his lips as he unbuckled his belt and slowly slid down his trousers. Looking once more at the slowly stiffening body, his eyes became half lidded and he instead saw his little brother giving him a worried look, “don’t worry Alfred, everything is going to be alright.” After slicking up his cock quickly, he gently pushed in, groaning as the tightness enclosed around his throbbing dick. The contrast between the heat in his groin and the coolness of the walls around it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
Arthur’s hips twitched; he steadily pumped in and out of Alfred’s body. His hands further exploring the flesh, tracing over his thighs, his cheeks, his clavicle, anything that he could reach. His mouth found the boy's neck, kissing and sucking where Alfred's pulse should have been thumping.
He listened to the sound of his own breath and the sound of his skin slapping against Alfred’s flesh. He imagined that there was another voice joined in with his, a voice filled with love and pleasure. His steady rhythm was lost, becoming more frantic as he felt his release approaching. He clutched at Alfred’s thighs, a moan ripping from his chest as a shudder rocked through his body and a shiver down his spine, emptying everything into the cool crevice.
Arthur gasped, trying to catch his breath after coming down from the high of his orgasm. Pulling out of Alfred, he watched as his spend slipped out of him. Chuckling slightly, he used his fingers to push it back in, thinking of the embarrassed expression that Alfred may have given him if he had been able to. His eyes traveled up the length of Alfred’s body, stopping at his lips…ah, that’s right, the one thing he had wanted to do most with Alfred, he still hadn’t done. He bent over, craning his neck down to capture those perfect smiling lips, the lips that he had always hoped would never stop smiling.
As his mouth traced his little brother’s, memorizing the feel and taste of his lips, teeth, and tongue, his hands roamed the boy’s thin neck. Running over the area where his lips had previously been tending to, where Alfred's pulse should be and where ten dark bruises had been made just hours before.
Alfred can’t hate him. Alfred can no longer be hurt by him. And seeing the smile forever frozen on his lips, Arthur knows that it’s for the best.
Concrit always welcome! This is my first time writing for Hetalia.
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I love you, authornon! That was amazing. @__@ A-and the end, it was...it was... *anon is incoherent right now*
Please keep writing for Hetalia, we need more creepy!fluffsmut on this meme. :D
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I'm glad that you liked it!
I intend to write more for Hetalia at some point, I'm not sure when, though. I have the unfortunate problem of being unable to write anything unless I'm feeling really inspired (which happens only on rare occasions and, for some unknown reason, only when I'm trying to sleep), so I don't write much.
I'll be sure to write more Hetalia stories when inspiration hits again. :)
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Best thing I liked was that you not only had the physical actions but England's emotions and desires were really what made this fic great. The contrast between what England imagines and what's really going on is fantastic! Gah, it's like the above anon said, that ending! OMG!
Thank you, anon. Just, thank you. Yo made me very happy. I'm honored my request was your first fill and hope that you get inspired soon!
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I have a few other things that I'm working on, finishing is tough (I'm sure I'll get around to it). I doubt there will be any related requests on the kink meme that I could use them for, though.
I hope that OP has a wonderful night! :)
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oAo
I had a feeling from the start that he didn't die of natural causes. ;A;
This was... erotic, and so very wrong, but I loved it. >_
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. :)
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