Motivation [1/?]
anonymous
June 14 2011, 22:01:21 UTC
“So, Alfred, who was the president of the Soviet Union during World War II?”
“Ivan Braginsky.”
”Seriously, Alfred?” Arthur sighed, ”You're not even trying anymore.” After two hours of trying to get world history into his idiotic boyfriend's head, he was still not having any success.
”I am too!” America cried, ”Not my fault that this is too fucking boring.”
“You do know half of your grade depends on this test, right?”
“I know, I know,” Alfred sighed deeply before peering up at Arthur, “But it's so boring.”
“You have to get serious, or else you'll fail history.”
“Okay, okay, I'll be serious,” Alfred gave his best charmer smile and Arthur felt his cheeks go slightly pink at that. He quickly shook it off though and grabbed the book again.
“Alright then. In which city in Europe was Franz Ferdinand assassinated?”
“Uhh... London?”
“You are an idiot.”
“What? I'm sure our teacher hasn't gone through this!”
“She has, only you were asleep then,” Arthur sighed deeply. Then, suddenly, he got the greatest idea. A grin spread over Arthur's face “Let's just move on. Which countries were the original Allies in World War II?”
“Great Britain, France and... Poland?”
“Correct. Very good, Alfred,” Arthur positively purred as he slowly unzipped his black hoodie, pulling it off and discarding it somewhere across the room.
“Uh, Arthur?”
“Mm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Motivating you. For every correct answer, I'll remove one item of clothing and for every answer you get wrong I'll put on one item of clothing again.” A spark lit in Alfred's eyes as he answered;
“Well, let's get going then!” Arthur just smiled and looked down at the book in front of him.
A/N: Well, this is a beginning. Hopefully, I will have inspiration to finish this. And hopefully someone likes it, at least a bit. :D
Motivation [2/?]
anonymous
June 14 2011, 22:05:19 UTC
“What happened August 6th 1945?”
“America dropped the atom bomb over Hiroshima.”
Arthur smiled seductively at Alfred as he slowly began pulling his left sock off, letting it slide over his foot before slipping off, leaving his foot bare. “Very good, Alfred,” he purred.
Alfred beamed proudly. It didn't take long before the other sock was gone aswell as his shirt and America couldn't help but to grin and stare at his boyfriend's chest.
“What was the pact between Soviet and Germany, in which they divided Europe between them, called?”
“Uhh, I know this!” Alfred bit his lip. “Just wait one moment. Oh, what was it?”
“If you don't know,” Arthur was smirking playfully as he reached for his shirt again. “I'm afraid my shirt is going back on.”
“No!” Alfred cried. “I almost have it!”
“I'm sorry, Alfred,” Arthur said as he pulled his shirt back on.
“You're such a meanie.”
“Hey, it was you who didn't know what the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was.” America just gave a grumbled response.
“Let's move on, shall we?” Arthur smiled. “Name two nations, besides Italy and Japan, which were allied with Germany during World War II.”
“Hungary and... Romania?”
“Correct,” Arthur said simply and began pulling his shirt off as Alfred stared at him, exposing his tummy slowly, teasingly until it finally came over his head again and he threw it across he room. In a split second, Alfred darted forward and pressed his lips to Arthur's.
“You're so hot, Arthur,” he mumbled against his boyfriend's lips as he let his hands stroke along Arthur's exposed abs. Arthur pushed him back gently and smirked.
“When we're done here, you can have your fun. Until then, keep your hands to yourself.”
Motivation [3/?]
anonymous
June 15 2011, 13:00:59 UTC
“Such a joy-kill.”
“Oh shush you, or you'll be getting absolutely nothing.”
Alfred grumbled but kept quiet as he waited for Arthur's next question. He eyed his boyfriend hungrily and asked himself if Arthur always was this hot or if knowing that he couldn't touch just yet made him want it all the more. Deciding not to think of the matter too much, he tried to focused on what Arthur was saying.
“What happened September 2th 1945?”
“Japan surrendered and World War II ended.”
Arthur grinned as he stood up. “Yes Alfred, that's right.” He began unbuttoning his pants and Alfred's eyes followed his every move as he pulled down the zipper, slowly exposing plain white boxers. Not the sexiest of underwear, no, but Alfred couldn't get himself to care as Arthur's jeans slid down, showing off long slender legs. Soon Arthur sat down again, now dressed in nothing but his boxers with a thick book in his lap and a serious look on his face. Alfred would have laughed if he wasn't so turned on by Arthur's little strip tease.
“Alright then,” Arthur looked up from his book, a seductive smile on his face. “Last question.”
Alfred grinned, “Bring it on.”
“What were the Soviet labour camps located in Siberia called?” Alfred bit his lip. Fuck, he knew this.
“Gu- Gulin? No... Gulag!”
“Correct, “ Arthur grinned at his boyfriend again, “Now do you want to-”
The Brit wasn't even given the chance to finish his sentence before Alfred tackled him to the ground, pressing their lips together. He kissed him heatedly and let his hands run down Arthur's body until he reached the stretchy elastic band of his boxers. Arthur broke the kiss as Alfred's hand cupped him through his underwear.
Motivation [4/?]
anonymous
June 15 2011, 13:10:02 UTC
Arthur simply wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck in response and kissed back with just as much vigor as he was lifted from the ground and onto the bed next to them.
He yelped as he hit the mattress but as Alfred came down on top of him, he smiled and kissed his boyfriend.
Alfred's hands were all over again, stroking soft skin and pinching nipples as they wandered down the pale body beneath him. The American's large hands pulled off Arthur's boxers leaving him completely naked. Alfred broke away from Arthur's lips and let his mouth wander down the pale neck kissing intently and sucking on the skin there, making it turn red at the action.
“Ahh, Alfred,” he moaned softly as Alfred's clothed thigh brushed his growing erection. “Not fair, too much clothing...” Alfred leaned back from Arthur and pulled his shirt over his head with a grin. Arthur sat up as well and caressed the tan skin of the American's toned chest and stomach. He brought his lips down to suck on a nipple, nipping lightly until it stiffened under his touch before he gave the other one the same attention. Alfred moaned and ran his hands through Arthur's sandy blond hair and down his neck to rest on naked shoulders.
As Arthur pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting his mouth to Alfred's chest. He looked up at Alfred with a sultry look on his face causing Alfred to push him down onto the mattress again and let his hands wander down his body, not bothering to stop and explore before he reached his goal between Arthur's legs. The Brit moaned loudly as his erection was grabbed by Alfred's hand. The American latched onto his neck as he began stroking his boyfriend's hard member.
Arthur spread his legs further and wrapped them around Alfred's waist as those full lips dragged down from his neck, kissing down his collarbone and nipples in a similar manner to what Arthur did to him before. He continued to stroke Arthur's member as he reached over to a drawer next to the bed where he kept a bottle of lube for occasions like this and slicked up two fingers with the slippery substance.
Arthur tensed when Alfred's finger prodded at his puckered entrance lightly before pushing inside. The Brit gasped and grabbed onto Alfred's shoulder, burying his face in his lover's shoulder to stifle the sounds that fell from his lips. Alfred added a finger, scissoring them while pushing in and out, searching for that certain spot. As Arthur cried out and bit down on his boyfriend's shoulder, Alfred knew he had found it. He kept pushing his fingers against that spot until Arthur laid panting harshly beneath him, not even bothering to keep his cries inside anymore.
Alfred smiled at the sight and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend one last time before he pushed into him.
Arthur gave a whimper of mixed pain and pleasure and Alfred held his breath as he stilled inside his lover's hot body. After a few moments, Arthur pressed back against him slightly, to the extent he could in this position, and Alfred took in as a sign for him to move. He pulled out, almost all the way, before thrusting back in again slowly. He repeated this action a few times, and every time Arthur whined at him.
Motivation [5/5]
anonymous
June 15 2011, 13:31:44 UTC
Alfred smirked and hardened his thrusts, snapping his hips in faster successions against Arthur's and now the desperate moans began flowing from Arthur's mouth. Arthur was very vocal during sex, he had learned. Not that he spoke a lot, but he cried out a lot and it always gave Alfred an ego-boost when he heard his name be called in that particular manner.
Arthur's arms tightened around Alfred's shoulders and his cries got louder with every jerk of Alfred's hips. Alfred had himself started to let out faint moans and groans that delicious heat tightened around him. His thrusts were beginning to get erratic and he had lost his rhythm but neither of them cared as their main priority was to get closer still.
Alfred brought their lips together roughly and their mouths met in a messy, sloppy kiss. Alfred grabbed his boyfriend's erection and began pumping in the same erratic manner as his thrusts and it took no longer than a few moments until the heat around his arousal became unbearably tight as Arthur's muscles clamped down on him in his release.
Alfred gave a few more thrusts before he came as well and collapsed on top of Arthur. Both of them were panting harshly and their bodies twitching in the afterglow of their orgasms.
When Alfred caught his breath, he rolled off Arthur.
“I think history is becoming my favorite subject,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. He rolled over to his side as Arthur chuckled. Their eyes met for a moment and Alfred pulled Arthur into his arms, cuddling him close. Arthur just sighed contentedly as he nuzzled Alfred's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist.
~Four days later~
“What do you mean, you failed the test?”
“Well, it's your fault! All I could think of through it all was you! Naked!”
“You are absolutely impossible.”
A/N: It's done! It wasn't all that long but I hope OP and anyone who reads it approves. :D
“Ivan Braginsky.”
”Seriously, Alfred?” Arthur sighed, ”You're not even trying anymore.” After two hours of trying to get world history into his idiotic boyfriend's head, he was still not having any success.
”I am too!” America cried, ”Not my fault that this is too fucking boring.”
“You do know half of your grade depends on this test, right?”
“I know, I know,” Alfred sighed deeply before peering up at Arthur, “But it's so boring.”
“You have to get serious, or else you'll fail history.”
“Okay, okay, I'll be serious,” Alfred gave his best charmer smile and Arthur felt his cheeks go slightly pink at that. He quickly shook it off though and grabbed the book again.
“Alright then. In which city in Europe was Franz Ferdinand assassinated?”
“Uhh... London?”
“You are an idiot.”
“What? I'm sure our teacher hasn't gone through this!”
“She has, only you were asleep then,” Arthur sighed deeply. Then, suddenly, he got the greatest idea. A grin spread over Arthur's face “Let's just move on. Which countries were the original Allies in World War II?”
“Great Britain, France and... Poland?”
“Correct. Very good, Alfred,” Arthur positively purred as he slowly unzipped his black hoodie, pulling it off and discarding it somewhere across the room.
“Uh, Arthur?”
“Mm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Motivating you. For every correct answer, I'll remove one item of clothing and for every answer you get wrong I'll put on one item of clothing again.” A spark lit in Alfred's eyes as he answered;
“Well, let's get going then!” Arthur just smiled and looked down at the book in front of him.
A/N: Well, this is a beginning. Hopefully, I will have inspiration to finish this. And hopefully someone likes it, at least a bit. :D
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“America dropped the atom bomb over Hiroshima.”
Arthur smiled seductively at Alfred as he slowly began pulling his left sock off, letting it slide over his foot before slipping off, leaving his foot bare. “Very good, Alfred,” he purred.
Alfred beamed proudly. It didn't take long before the other sock was gone aswell as his shirt and America couldn't help but to grin and stare at his boyfriend's chest.
“What was the pact between Soviet and Germany, in which they divided Europe between them, called?”
“Uhh, I know this!” Alfred bit his lip. “Just wait one moment. Oh, what was it?”
“If you don't know,” Arthur was smirking playfully as he reached for his shirt again. “I'm afraid my shirt is going back on.”
“No!” Alfred cried. “I almost have it!”
“I'm sorry, Alfred,” Arthur said as he pulled his shirt back on.
“You're such a meanie.”
“Hey, it was you who didn't know what the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was.” America just gave a grumbled response.
“Let's move on, shall we?” Arthur smiled. “Name two nations, besides Italy and Japan, which were allied with Germany during World War II.”
“Hungary and... Romania?”
“Correct,” Arthur said simply and began pulling his shirt off as Alfred stared at him, exposing his tummy slowly, teasingly until it finally came over his head again and he threw it across he room. In a split second, Alfred darted forward and pressed his lips to Arthur's.
“You're so hot, Arthur,” he mumbled against his boyfriend's lips as he let his hands stroke along Arthur's exposed abs. Arthur pushed him back gently and smirked.
“When we're done here, you can have your fun. Until then, keep your hands to yourself.”
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“Oh shush you, or you'll be getting absolutely nothing.”
Alfred grumbled but kept quiet as he waited for Arthur's next question. He eyed his boyfriend hungrily and asked himself if Arthur always was this hot or if knowing that he couldn't touch just yet made him want it all the more. Deciding not to think of the matter too much, he tried to focused on what Arthur was saying.
“What happened September 2th 1945?”
“Japan surrendered and World War II ended.”
Arthur grinned as he stood up. “Yes Alfred, that's right.” He began unbuttoning his pants and Alfred's eyes followed his every move as he pulled down the zipper, slowly exposing plain white boxers. Not the sexiest of underwear, no, but Alfred couldn't get himself to care as Arthur's jeans slid down, showing off long slender legs. Soon Arthur sat down again, now dressed in nothing but his boxers with a thick book in his lap and a serious look on his face. Alfred would have laughed if he wasn't so turned on by Arthur's little strip tease.
“Alright then,” Arthur looked up from his book, a seductive smile on his face. “Last question.”
Alfred grinned, “Bring it on.”
“What were the Soviet labour camps located in Siberia called?” Alfred bit his lip. Fuck, he knew this.
“Gu- Gulin? No... Gulag!”
“Correct, “ Arthur grinned at his boyfriend again, “Now do you want to-”
The Brit wasn't even given the chance to finish his sentence before Alfred tackled him to the ground, pressing their lips together. He kissed him heatedly and let his hands run down Arthur's body until he reached the stretchy elastic band of his boxers. Arthur broke the kiss as Alfred's hand cupped him through his underwear.
“I take it you want to claim your prize now.”
Alfred just grinned and kissed him again.
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He yelped as he hit the mattress but as Alfred came down on top of him, he smiled and kissed his boyfriend.
Alfred's hands were all over again, stroking soft skin and pinching nipples as they wandered down the pale body beneath him. The American's large hands pulled off Arthur's boxers leaving him completely naked. Alfred broke away from Arthur's lips and let his mouth wander down the pale neck kissing intently and sucking on the skin there, making it turn red at the action.
“Ahh, Alfred,” he moaned softly as Alfred's clothed thigh brushed his growing erection. “Not fair, too much clothing...” Alfred leaned back from Arthur and pulled his shirt over his head with a grin. Arthur sat up as well and caressed the tan skin of the American's toned chest and stomach. He brought his lips down to suck on a nipple, nipping lightly until it stiffened under his touch before he gave the other one the same attention. Alfred moaned and ran his hands through Arthur's sandy blond hair and down his neck to rest on naked shoulders.
As Arthur pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting his mouth to Alfred's chest. He looked up at Alfred with a sultry look on his face causing Alfred to push him down onto the mattress again and let his hands wander down his body, not bothering to stop and explore before he reached his goal between Arthur's legs. The Brit moaned loudly as his erection was grabbed by Alfred's hand. The American latched onto his neck as he began stroking his boyfriend's hard member.
Arthur spread his legs further and wrapped them around Alfred's waist as those full lips dragged down from his neck, kissing down his collarbone and nipples in a similar manner to what Arthur did to him before. He continued to stroke Arthur's member as he reached over to a drawer next to the bed where he kept a bottle of lube for occasions like this and slicked up two fingers with the slippery substance.
Arthur tensed when Alfred's finger prodded at his puckered entrance lightly before pushing inside. The Brit gasped and grabbed onto Alfred's shoulder, burying his face in his lover's shoulder to stifle the sounds that fell from his lips. Alfred added a finger, scissoring them while pushing in and out, searching for that certain spot. As Arthur cried out and bit down on his boyfriend's shoulder, Alfred knew he had found it. He kept pushing his fingers against that spot until Arthur laid panting harshly beneath him, not even bothering to keep his cries inside anymore.
Alfred smiled at the sight and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend one last time before he pushed into him.
Arthur gave a whimper of mixed pain and pleasure and Alfred held his breath as he stilled inside his lover's hot body. After a few moments, Arthur pressed back against him slightly, to the extent he could in this position, and Alfred took in as a sign for him to move. He pulled out, almost all the way, before thrusting back in again slowly. He repeated this action a few times, and every time Arthur whined at him.
“Ahh, d-do it properly, g-git.”
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Arthur's arms tightened around Alfred's shoulders and his cries got louder with every jerk of Alfred's hips. Alfred had himself started to let out faint moans and groans that delicious heat tightened around him. His thrusts were beginning to get erratic and he had lost his rhythm but neither of them cared as their main priority was to get closer still.
Alfred brought their lips together roughly and their mouths met in a messy, sloppy kiss. Alfred grabbed his boyfriend's erection and began pumping in the same erratic manner as his thrusts and it took no longer than a few moments until the heat around his arousal became unbearably tight as Arthur's muscles clamped down on him in his release.
Alfred gave a few more thrusts before he came as well and collapsed on top of Arthur. Both of them were panting harshly and their bodies twitching in the afterglow of their orgasms.
When Alfred caught his breath, he rolled off Arthur.
“I think history is becoming my favorite subject,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. He rolled over to his side as Arthur chuckled. Their eyes met for a moment and Alfred pulled Arthur into his arms, cuddling him close. Arthur just sighed contentedly as he nuzzled Alfred's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist.
~Four days later~
“What do you mean, you failed the test?”
“Well, it's your fault! All I could think of through it all was you! Naked!”
“You are absolutely impossible.”
A/N: It's done! It wasn't all that long but I hope OP and anyone who reads it approves. :D
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