The Anglo-American Divide, 2/2
anonymous
February 18 2009, 02:18:10 UTC
Arthur lunged at him, tearing away his clothes until he lay bare and sweating on the blankets, hair a mess around his head. “Slut,” He said simply, climbing on top.
“You need a rubber? There’s one in my pocket.”
“What do I want a rubber for? I don’t need a rubber to fuck you, idiot,” England replied, leaning down and pressing open-mouthed kisses to Alfred’s collarbone.
“I don’t wanna do it without one!” Alfred whined.
“How would you even use one of those?” Arthur murmured, cupping Alfred’s balls gently. “Shove it up your arse or what?”
Alfred pouted in disgust. “I can’t believe you don’t use protection,” He said.
“How do you use a rubber for protection? Bit fucking difficult!” Arthur started to laugh. “In England we use condoms, much bloody easier!”
Alfred lay beneath his lover, confused, until Arthur started to stroke his cock. After that the confusion was obliterated by a heady, lustful burn. He watched with wide eyes as Arthur produced a rubber - a condom - oh, whatever - and a pot of lube. In short order, Arthur thrust himself deep inside Alfred’s willing ass, making him gasp and choke on his own catching breath.
The world blurred. All Alfred could clearly see was Arthur, stretched over him and rocking furiously back and forth, moaning all the time. They kissed eagerly, but messily, lips falling on each other’s cheeks as often as their lips. Alfred closed his eyes, heart racing in his chest.
“Ar-Arthur!” He managed to gasp out.
“Shh,” Tender but clumsy fingers traced down the side of his face, brushing down to tweak one of his nipples as Arthur redoubled his thrusts, making Alfred twitch and writhe under him, coming with a soft groan. Arthur held on for a few more thrusts and then froze, throwing his head back with a cry.
As Arthur flopped down beside him, cuddling him and stroking his hair, Alfred forgot all thoughts of rubbers and being pissed and everything else. At the moment, despite the little misunderstandings in their language, he could understand what Arthur was trying to say perfectly, and that was good enough.
Re: The Anglo-American Divide, 2/2
anonymous
February 18 2009, 05:25:42 UTC
OP loves you not only for filling this, but for making Arthur top because that is hot. The OP also very much enjoyed the "pissed" exchange and magically opening door. Thank you anon!
“You need a rubber? There’s one in my pocket.”
“What do I want a rubber for? I don’t need a rubber to fuck you, idiot,” England replied, leaning down and pressing open-mouthed kisses to Alfred’s collarbone.
“I don’t wanna do it without one!” Alfred whined.
“How would you even use one of those?” Arthur murmured, cupping Alfred’s balls gently. “Shove it up your arse or what?”
Alfred pouted in disgust. “I can’t believe you don’t use protection,” He said.
“How do you use a rubber for protection? Bit fucking difficult!” Arthur started to laugh. “In England we use condoms, much bloody easier!”
Alfred lay beneath his lover, confused, until Arthur started to stroke his cock. After that the confusion was obliterated by a heady, lustful burn. He watched with wide eyes as Arthur produced a rubber - a condom - oh, whatever - and a pot of lube. In short order, Arthur thrust himself deep inside Alfred’s willing ass, making him gasp and choke on his own catching breath.
The world blurred. All Alfred could clearly see was Arthur, stretched over him and rocking furiously back and forth, moaning all the time. They kissed eagerly, but messily, lips falling on each other’s cheeks as often as their lips. Alfred closed his eyes, heart racing in his chest.
“Ar-Arthur!” He managed to gasp out.
“Shh,” Tender but clumsy fingers traced down the side of his face, brushing down to tweak one of his nipples as Arthur redoubled his thrusts, making Alfred twitch and writhe under him, coming with a soft groan. Arthur held on for a few more thrusts and then froze, throwing his head back with a cry.
As Arthur flopped down beside him, cuddling him and stroking his hair, Alfred forgot all thoughts of rubbers and being pissed and everything else. At the moment, despite the little misunderstandings in their language, he could understand what Arthur was trying to say perfectly, and that was good enough.
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That was HOT, Anon!
Loved the conversation about rubbers v. condoms, too. :D
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“Shh,” Tender but clumsy fingers traced down the side of his face
I lol'd at that because it reminds me of the chick in the sex scene from Team America World Police.
Recaptcha: 1977 pranks. I wonder what that could mean. O:
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Also, Arthur on top = mmm nummy
Basically, I fucking loved it. Thank you, anon!! ♥
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“How would you even use one of those?” Arthur murmured, cupping Alfred’s balls gently. “Shove it up your arse or what?”
*dies happily*
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