Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.
Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).
Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill ( Read more... )
“Alfred,” he said softly, calmly. “Alfred, please.” Because permission was more important than having won the bet (although that had felt amazing at the time since the blond had a streak of luck that he would guess outshone even several leprechauns he knew).
“Uh-” Alfred was pulling at the fabric on the skirt again, pretending to be more enthralled with the pattern than England. “-it’s well-um-alright.”
“What?”
“I said it was okay England! I’ll give it a go! Don’t make me say it again.”
England brushed his hand along Alfred’s face, tilting himself forward to press their lips together again.
“Good.”
Alfred smiled as England went back to kissing him, his hand resting firmly on the small of his back, the other rubbing his thumb along where the silk-the ridiculous silk that was probably already stained-underwear, sending tingles up his spine and towards his groin.
His hands were everywhere, one running through England’s hair and the other trailing along his unbuttoned cuffs.
The hand was underneath his skirt now, cupping him through the silk. It cupped him perfectly, maybe even a little too well and he knew that his erection was putting everything down there in perfect view, and Arthur had pushed the skirt back to rest inbetween his cock and hips.
And then, he pulled away, pulling the skirt back down with a smirk.
“What the fuck-”
“Tsk, tsk.” Arthur said, smirk widening. “You’ve still got clothes to launder. Properly, I won’t have my shirts shrunk. And then this floor needs a good dusting and washing too.”
“You can’t be-”
“I’ll be back, love.” He reached down, cupping him again and Alfred shuddered. “No touching yourself while I’m gone.”
“Or what?” Alfred asked, haughtier than he felt.
“Be a good slut,” he drew out the word and suppressed his grin as those eyes clouded momentarily and the dick in his hand jumped. The word had never failed to arouse the man before and he was glad that some things hadn’t changed for this situation. “And I’ll reward you.”
Alfred looked like he wanted to swallow his own tongue for a moment, but then he gave a firm nod before turning around.
England flipped the switch as he left.
So...like? Yeah, there we start. I'm probably going to number them and letter them from this point, I dunno. What do you think?
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