Spoiled Children [2c/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 15:17:24 UTC
"No," The smaller blond said, "Not like that. Find the right angle, then focus on that and only go off other way occasionally."
Alfred nodded and bit his tongue, searching for the magic angle. When Arthur let out a gasp, he knew he had found it and continued to harass that one spot until his boyfriend was relaxed enough to slide another finger inside. Now with two preparing his lover Alfred began to spread his fingers, stretching Arthur. But then he tightened again.
"Are you hurting?" He asked the Brit.
"Not really, no, but it's not comfortable. Do we need to stop?"
Alfred shook his head, "Not unless it actually hurts or you want to. It's always weird to start off, but you'll be okay."
"Right-o. Well, back to it, then," Arthur said, blushing and looking away.
Alfred ran his clean hand across his partner's cheek to get his attention and then kissed him again, rubbing his spot more. There were no problems with the third finger, and Alfred got him wide enough fairly easily.
With a smile, the two teenagers lined themselves up for the main event. Arthur swung his knees over Alfred's shoulders while the American supported himself with one hand and kept his cock in place with the other.
"Deep breaths, dude," Alfred reminded him.
"Of course," Arthur said, "and you remember the right angle and a steady rhythm."
"Okay then," Alfred took a deep breath of his own to calm his nerves, which were getting just a little bit flighty now that it was actually time. Then he rolled his hips forwards and he was in.
And Damn it felt good. Yes, Alfred had become accustomed to being filled and stretched and he loved it, but he had never really been able to comprehend how good it felt to be on top. So what if he didn't have the pressure inside of him? There was so much of it around him. Every instinct told him to start pounding into Arthur, but then he saw the look on his face. His eyes were shut and his jaw was clenched.
Alfred used the hand that wasn't supporting his weight to stroke Arthur's side and belly, "Relax and take deep breaths. Relax and take deep breaths. Shh, shh, it's okay, Artie. Arthur. I'm here. I won't hurt you. Relax and take deep breaths."
He probably would have continued to repeat his mantra over and over, but Arthur started to listen to him. Soon, his face wasn't half so squished and he was a little less tight. America almost mourned the extra pressure, but it was nothing compared to making sure his lover enjoyed it too. This was about him, after all.
"I think I'm alright now," Arthur said.
"You sure?"
The left side of Arthur's face twitched up into a smile, "Not one bit, but I don't think I'll ever be more ready."
Alfred laughed, "Okay."
He pulled out and thrust back in, causing both of them to moan. However, while Alfred's was pure pleasure, Arthur's was slightly pained. Shit.
Wait, it was okay. Alfred just needed to find his spot again. It was somewhere around… Holy Hell was it's hard to aim with your hips! He kept trying, though. Heroes didn't just give up! He wanted more than anything for Arthur to love it.
Suddenly, Arthur stiffened and he gasped. His body was wracked with tiny little shivers. Alfred froze. It had been too much. He was a horrible top. He hurt Arthur too much to continue. He should just pull out. If Arthur was still hard Alfred could suck him off and they'd never try this again.
Spoiled Children [2d/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 15:18:57 UTC
Sorry about the lame comment below, there was a scene cut and character limits are evil.
"Why'd you stop?" Arthur asked, opening one eye, "It was so good…"
Alfred just stared at him for a moment, mouth agape, but then he smiled. It was okay, everything was okay. He went back to working him over. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this after all. Oh, but he'd lost the spot. Goddammit. At least he remembered sort of how the angle felt and found it pretty quickly again.
Arthur let out another gasp.
There was a slap of skin on skin as Alfred thrust into him again.
This time there was a little bit of a whine mixed in to Arthur's moan this time.
Slap.
A full-on groan came out of Arthur's mouth and he began shaking like there was no tomorrow. Alfred leaned down and began to thrust faster, harder and Arthur let out a loud moan. The younger student closed his eyes and kissed his partner.
It was honestly pretty bad sex. Alfred had forgotten to slick himself up, so the friction was a little bit painful and it had to be worse for Arthur, and sometimes he'd go in at an angle that wasn't too good for either of them. Arthur wasn't any better as a bottom as Alfred was as a top. He would clench at the wrong times, and didn't seem able to move in time with Alfred's thrusts, instead pulling away and crashing back while his partner was doing the opposite and constantly squirming, accidentally keeping Alfred from hitting his spot consistently.
But at the same time, it was good. It was so good. It was the way that they were finally, finally switching, that Arthur was being yielding and Alfred was able to be assertive. It was a new dynamic and a wonderful one. Because of that, in spite of everything, the end came quickly for them both.
Arthur didn't speak. He just put his face in the crook of Alfred's neck and went to sleep. Alfred stroked his lover's hair and stared off into the darkness.
This was a start, but it wasn't good enough to really make up for what he'd done. Arthur still deserved something else.
Spoiled Children [2e/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 15:19:40 UTC
The next day as Arthur was just studying in the library, enjoying the fact that his rear end was nowhere near as sore as it he'd thought it would be, the PA system turned on. Arthur sighed and put his head down. He hated announcements. Nothing interesting was ever said and their headmaster, who always insisted on speaking himself, had a voice that could have put an insomniac to sleep. Besides, he was tired. Yesterday had been one of the most mentally exhausting days of his life and Alfred had kept him up late. At least he could take a little kip for the twenty minutes while he was talking and maybe feel a bit more alert
"Uh… um… hey, everybody."
That was not the headmaster. England's head shot up and he stared at the little box near the ceiling that the words were coming from.
"This is Alfred F. Jones speaking. And I… I've got something really important to say, so I hope you'll listen." He cleared his throat and rustling paper could be heard in the background, most likely he had written his speech down, "Many of you know that I've been in a relationship with Arthur Kirkland for a few months now. With the way gossip travels in this place, many of you also know about that thing in physics and that I was responsible. But there's something that I don't think anyone but Arthur and I know. The reason that that happened yesterday is 'cause…" he took a deep breath, "'Cause I was scared. I was afraid of being humiliated and I wanted Arthur to feel that same fear. I didn't mean for it to get that far and for him to actually be humiliated, but it got out of hand. I really, really love him and I'm really, really sorry, so I feel like I ought to even it up. So here on the PA, in front of the entire school, I want everyone to know that I was afraid of…"
Oh God. He wasn't. he wasn't.
"I was afraid of everyone finding up that I bottom."
He was.
"That's right, I, Alfred F. Jones play catcher, I'm a fairy, I take it up the fucking ass every goddamn night. And you know what? It's fucking amazing. I love every single second of it. And to all of you douche bags who think I'm less of a man than you for it, shut the fuck up. You know I could take any of you in a fight any day and even if I couldn't I get laid way more often than you do. I'm out bitches."
There was a click as the PA shut off. There was probably a small riot going on. Arthur could hear people talking, yelling even. There was the noise of desks moving around in the background.
He didn't see any of that, though. He didn't hear it. All that filled his mind was the image of Alfred, setting down the microphone, turning around, and sliding down the wall. Once he was sitting, he would place his hands over his eyes. He would be muttering "Dear God, I can't believe I just did that," or something like that, but he would be grinning ear to ear. He would be proud of himself, so proud that he'd overcome his fear and made the announcement. There would be banging on the door as some of the administrators tried to get into the intercom room to try to get him out that he'd have to face eventually, but none of that mattered then.
There would be consequences of course. The least of their problems would be whatever disciplinary measures they took against Alfred for making him come in an exam and proceeding to curse out the entire school over the intercom, which he had probably stolen. Arthur would probably be in trouble too.
But that didn't matter. Blast it all, Arthur was proud of him too. The boy needed a reward, but then again he also deserved a punishment for his behavior over the past few days.
Re: Spoiled Children [2e/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 21:18:14 UTC
that last little insight into Alfred, him sliding down the wall and just grinning, was the most amazing image... it really caught me by surprise and made me go all fluttery.
... You should already know what I think of this, but I'll say it once again: amazing. The strong trust between the two at the end and the realistic sex is just excellent.
Re: Spoiled Children [2e/2]
anonymous
August 5 2011, 22:15:35 UTC
Oh jeez. The emotions between the two of them were so delicious to read, the love and trust and comfort that makes me swoon, but they were squeezed in-between two of perhaps the most embarrassing things ever, I'm still mortified to even think about. I swear I've gone completely red for these guys. This was a really good fill, though. Shortish and sweet, one I'll definitely remember. Thanks for writing! XDD
"No," The smaller blond said, "Not like that. Find the right angle, then focus on that and only go off other way occasionally."
Alfred nodded and bit his tongue, searching for the magic angle. When Arthur let out a gasp, he knew he had found it and continued to harass that one spot until his boyfriend was relaxed enough to slide another finger inside. Now with two preparing his lover Alfred began to spread his fingers, stretching Arthur. But then he tightened again.
"Are you hurting?" He asked the Brit.
"Not really, no, but it's not comfortable. Do we need to stop?"
Alfred shook his head, "Not unless it actually hurts or you want to. It's always weird to start off, but you'll be okay."
"Right-o. Well, back to it, then," Arthur said, blushing and looking away.
Alfred ran his clean hand across his partner's cheek to get his attention and then kissed him again, rubbing his spot more. There were no problems with the third finger, and Alfred got him wide enough fairly easily.
With a smile, the two teenagers lined themselves up for the main event. Arthur swung his knees over Alfred's shoulders while the American supported himself with one hand and kept his cock in place with the other.
"Deep breaths, dude," Alfred reminded him.
"Of course," Arthur said, "and you remember the right angle and a steady rhythm."
"Okay then," Alfred took a deep breath of his own to calm his nerves, which were getting just a little bit flighty now that it was actually time. Then he rolled his hips forwards and he was in.
And Damn it felt good. Yes, Alfred had become accustomed to being filled and stretched and he loved it, but he had never really been able to comprehend how good it felt to be on top. So what if he didn't have the pressure inside of him? There was so much of it around him. Every instinct told him to start pounding into Arthur, but then he saw the look on his face. His eyes were shut and his jaw was clenched.
Alfred used the hand that wasn't supporting his weight to stroke Arthur's side and belly, "Relax and take deep breaths. Relax and take deep breaths. Shh, shh, it's okay, Artie. Arthur. I'm here. I won't hurt you. Relax and take deep breaths."
He probably would have continued to repeat his mantra over and over, but Arthur started to listen to him. Soon, his face wasn't half so squished and he was a little less tight. America almost mourned the extra pressure, but it was nothing compared to making sure his lover enjoyed it too. This was about him, after all.
"I think I'm alright now," Arthur said.
"You sure?"
The left side of Arthur's face twitched up into a smile, "Not one bit, but I don't think I'll ever be more ready."
Alfred laughed, "Okay."
He pulled out and thrust back in, causing both of them to moan. However, while Alfred's was pure pleasure, Arthur's was slightly pained. Shit.
Wait, it was okay. Alfred just needed to find his spot again. It was somewhere around… Holy Hell was it's hard to aim with your hips! He kept trying, though. Heroes didn't just give up! He wanted more than anything for Arthur to love it.
Suddenly, Arthur stiffened and he gasped. His body was wracked with tiny little shivers. Alfred froze. It had been too much. He was a horrible top. He hurt Arthur too much to continue. He should just pull out. If Arthur was still hard Alfred could suck him off and they'd never try this again.
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"Why'd you stop?" Arthur asked, opening one eye, "It was so good…"
Alfred just stared at him for a moment, mouth agape, but then he smiled. It was okay, everything was okay. He went back to working him over. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this after all. Oh, but he'd lost the spot. Goddammit. At least he remembered sort of how the angle felt and found it pretty quickly again.
Arthur let out another gasp.
There was a slap of skin on skin as Alfred thrust into him again.
This time there was a little bit of a whine mixed in to Arthur's moan this time.
Slap.
A full-on groan came out of Arthur's mouth and he began shaking like there was no tomorrow. Alfred leaned down and began to thrust faster, harder and Arthur let out a loud moan. The younger student closed his eyes and kissed his partner.
It was honestly pretty bad sex. Alfred had forgotten to slick himself up, so the friction was a little bit painful and it had to be worse for Arthur, and sometimes he'd go in at an angle that wasn't too good for either of them. Arthur wasn't any better as a bottom as Alfred was as a top. He would clench at the wrong times, and didn't seem able to move in time with Alfred's thrusts, instead pulling away and crashing back while his partner was doing the opposite and constantly squirming, accidentally keeping Alfred from hitting his spot consistently.
But at the same time, it was good. It was so good. It was the way that they were finally, finally switching, that Arthur was being yielding and Alfred was able to be assertive. It was a new dynamic and a wonderful one. Because of that, in spite of everything, the end came quickly for them both.
Arthur didn't speak. He just put his face in the crook of Alfred's neck and went to sleep. Alfred stroked his lover's hair and stared off into the darkness.
This was a start, but it wasn't good enough to really make up for what he'd done. Arthur still deserved something else.
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The next day as Arthur was just studying in the library, enjoying the fact that his rear end was nowhere near as sore as it he'd thought it would be, the PA system turned on. Arthur sighed and put his head down. He hated announcements. Nothing interesting was ever said and their headmaster, who always insisted on speaking himself, had a voice that could have put an insomniac to sleep. Besides, he was tired. Yesterday had been one of the most mentally exhausting days of his life and Alfred had kept him up late. At least he could take a little kip for the twenty minutes while he was talking and maybe feel a bit more alert
"Uh… um… hey, everybody."
That was not the headmaster. England's head shot up and he stared at the little box near the ceiling that the words were coming from.
"This is Alfred F. Jones speaking. And I… I've got something really important to say, so I hope you'll listen." He cleared his throat and rustling paper could be heard in the background, most likely he had written his speech down, "Many of you know that I've been in a relationship with Arthur Kirkland for a few months now. With the way gossip travels in this place, many of you also know about that thing in physics and that I was responsible. But there's something that I don't think anyone but Arthur and I know. The reason that that happened yesterday is 'cause…" he took a deep breath, "'Cause I was scared. I was afraid of being humiliated and I wanted Arthur to feel that same fear. I didn't mean for it to get that far and for him to actually be humiliated, but it got out of hand. I really, really love him and I'm really, really sorry, so I feel like I ought to even it up. So here on the PA, in front of the entire school, I want everyone to know that I was afraid of…"
Oh God. He wasn't. he wasn't.
"I was afraid of everyone finding up that I bottom."
He was.
"That's right, I, Alfred F. Jones play catcher, I'm a fairy, I take it up the fucking ass every goddamn night. And you know what? It's fucking amazing. I love every single second of it. And to all of you douche bags who think I'm less of a man than you for it, shut the fuck up. You know I could take any of you in a fight any day and even if I couldn't I get laid way more often than you do. I'm out bitches."
There was a click as the PA shut off. There was probably a small riot going on. Arthur could hear people talking, yelling even. There was the noise of desks moving around in the background.
He didn't see any of that, though. He didn't hear it. All that filled his mind was the image of Alfred, setting down the microphone, turning around, and sliding down the wall. Once he was sitting, he would place his hands over his eyes. He would be muttering "Dear God, I can't believe I just did that," or something like that, but he would be grinning ear to ear. He would be proud of himself, so proud that he'd overcome his fear and made the announcement. There would be banging on the door as some of the administrators tried to get into the intercom room to try to get him out that he'd have to face eventually, but none of that mattered then.
There would be consequences of course. The least of their problems would be whatever disciplinary measures they took against Alfred for making him come in an exam and proceeding to curse out the entire school over the intercom, which he had probably stolen. Arthur would probably be in trouble too.
But that didn't matter. Blast it all, Arthur was proud of him too. The boy needed a reward, but then again he also deserved a punishment for his behavior over the past few days.
Maybe a good spanking would do.
Kinky End!
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The way you played with all the trust issues and with the guilt and forgiveness themes was lovely and this was a great fanfic.
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Thank you so very much for writing this! :3
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I don't even know. It was funny but it's oh my gosh so embarrassing I don't even!!
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