Re: McDonald's Sundae (2/?)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 11:25:00 UTC
“Damn Arthur! Really like being down there, huh?” So consumed by the task at hand, Arthur hadn’t had a moment to pay attention to the growing tightness at the front of his trousers. But before he even had the grace to flush with embarrassment, Alfred was already in the process of tugging the pants down his plump thighs. “I mean, if you really wanted it that badly, you know all you gotta do is ask,” he crooned with an obnoxious wink. At that, his underwear fell to his ankles along with the jeans and he sat down on the bed with that stupid chubby face full of guileless entitlement, the one that Arthur could never deny anything.
Before he got down to business, so to speak, he caught sight of a crumpled McDonald's bag sitting on the desk with the half-melted remains of a chocolate sundae. Even if Alfred was full, he surely couldn't just leave the ice cream sitting there uneaten? Retrieving the plastic container, he plunked it in Alfred’s hand. “Finish this, will you? I won’t have garbage cluttering up our room,” he instructed. Thankfully, Alfred happily obliged, as if he just remembered it existed. As Alfred got to work on the sundae, Arthur knelt between his thighs, taking his half-erect cock between his lips. He’d thought of using his other hand to pleasure himself, but somehow the idea of exploring the new curves and bulges of Alfred’s form took priority. His lover moaned as he pinched his love handles between his fingers and cupped his belly in his palm while lapping at his erection with playful coquetry.
Alfred wasn’t big enough, not near enough, he mused, taking in every last inch of his ever ripening frame. He must be at least eight inches wider at the waist alone. Impressive as it was, each pound Alfred gained only served to incite Arthur’s desire for five more. It exhilarated, aroused, confused, and disgusted him all at the same time. After all, it was wrong. Keeping Alfred in the dark while he piled on weight at an alarming pace, acting as if nothing changed. He dreaded the day he’d learn the truth. It was bound to come soon. Even Alfred wasn’t that oblivious. However, Arthur suspected that it was less to do with stupidity and more related to Alfred’s talent for self-deception. While it wasn’t possible for him to remain unaware forever, denial could persist a dangerously long time. Both possibilities were enough to keep Arthur up at night with guilt, but not enough to the process to stop, apparently.
“Mn, stop teasing me, Arthur… you always do this,” Alfred whined, exerting pressure at the top of Arthur’s head, though half-heartedly since he was balancing that, and the task of slurping the cream from the bottom of the cup. A droplet splattered on his thigh, which Arthur licked clean with a gentle persistence.
“Only because you’re practically begging for me every moment of the day,” he replied nonchalantly, simultaneously delivering a squeeze to Alfred’s soft gut.
Re: McDonald's Sundae (3/?)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 11:25:55 UTC
“Nuh-uh, you’ve been waaaay hornier than me lately,” Alfred retorted before discarding the empty sundae container. Ice cream stained the corners of his mouth and Arthur had to refrain himself from cleaning that off, too. To shut him up, Arthur’s mouth made a welcome return to his partner’s erection, taking him deeper this time, which elicited several long moans from Alfred… as well as an invitation to join him on the bed.
Alfred clutched Arthur’s smaller body to him, tugging him up into his lap, obviously looking to return the favour. This time Arthur was the one gasping as he was brought up against the plush mass of Alfred’s middle, straddled awkwardly across his thighs. It seemed so pointless to bother stripping anymore, so instead Arthur merely unbuckled his belt and tugged his trousers and underwear down in one go. A shuddering sigh passed his lips as Arthur felt his partner’s hand clutch his revealed cock and press it against his own.
He hadn’t meant to cry out like he did, but the friction of Alfred against him proved overwhelming. His arms hooked around his shoulders, fingers raking through smooth blonde locks. Ever impatient, Arthur had barely enough time to breathe before Alfred’s lips crashed clumsily against his own, the wet, warm presence of his tongue invading uninvited. Mnn, he was entirely too good at this for his own well being.
Somewhere along the line, Alfred had begun to perspire, his body dampened with beads of sweat. It shouldn’t have turned him on, and, God, he hated himself for it, but the idea of Alfred being so overweight that even sex was enough to tire him was just so, so luscious. He upped the pace, challenging Alfred to keep up, grinding against him with a predatory intensity until the chubbier man was whimpering. Arthur smirked and trailed a hand down the slope of Alfred’s stomach, pausing to pet the faint red mark where the tight jeans had been cutting into it.
“Arthur…” he started, the last syllable caught by a throaty moan. “ Looks like you just can’t get enough of me lately,” he taunted, catching Arthur’s lips in a vanilla flavoured kiss.
“I’m not sure what it is about you,” Arthur lied, “but it’s as if something’s come over me and you suddenly look…” He peered at him through half-lidded eyes and abruptly grabbed Alfred’s flabby side, “…sexier.”
Alfred gasped in pain and rubbed harder against him, unaccustomed to this dominant display and ridiculously ignorant to its meaning. “Whatever it is… I love it,” he hissed. His hips bucked harder, desperate for the contact, skin against skin, obviously on the verge of climax. Arthur couldn’t even dignify him with a response, captivated by the way he moved, gasped, and pleaded for him in between heavy puffs for air. It wouldn’t be long now, Arthur thought, until he’d have to take over their sex life completely, as Alfred grew too fat to fulfill the physical demands of topping him. Then he’d have utter control, leaving Alfred begging him for release; the very notion sent shivers of pleasure up his spine through to the tip of his cock. He submitted wholly to the rapture, feeling the smoothness of Alfred’s thighs beneath him, and the presence of his arms clasped across his back.
His lover’s hot panting condensed against his neck, and he responded with an affectionate nuzzle. He thought he never loved Alfred so much as in that final second before he came. All of his inhibitions fled and Arthur had to restrain himself from crying out something he’d regret several seconds later. So instead, he settled for Alfred’s name, over and over until he could hear the sound of his own name joining in, whispered from Alfred’s lips.
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 11:26:46 UTC
Only when it was over did he realize just how tightly he had clung to Alfred’s flabby sides. As pleasure faded and feeling came back, sticky warmth had settled over his flaccid cock, as well as over Alfred’s. Experimentally, he dabbed a finger in some of the liquid, bringing it to Alfred’s lips, It came as a pleasant surprise when he consented, grasping his wrist while he made a show of cleaning the semen from his hand with the utmost care.
For a moment, he let himself collapse against Alfred, soothed by the other nation’s heartbeat and the coolness of his drying skin. “Thank you, I’ve needed to get that out for, well, some time, I think,” he muttered. Alfred only chuckled.
“If you ever need to again, just give the word,” he laughed. His tummy jiggled when he laughed now, Arthur noticed with a swell of pride.
He paused before meeting his gaze once again. “And, uh, by the way,” Alfred added, “…even after that,” he went on, gesturing to the empty fast food bag. “I’m still hungry.”
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 12:39:15 UTC
Anon, this disturbed me so much. And gave me a little frisson of wrong!hot.
D: You have me wanting a sequel where the USA is morbidly obese and only just then cluing in (or stopping the denial) as Arthur feeds him until he's bedridden...
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 19:42:21 UTC
That's what I was going for. I tried to tone the creepy down just enough so that it wasn't enough to completely overwhelm the hot... which kinda makes it creepier for the reader. A sequel would be really cool, though I'd feel so bad writing that about poor Alfred. He's too much of a sweetheart to deserve that. <33
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 14:04:35 UTC
OH MY GOD, ANON! THAT WAS UTTERLY PERFECT! THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH CHUBBY SEX! You described the sexiness to a T and ... geezus h. christ, you are amazing. This is one of the best fics in the entire meme.
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 14:51:19 UTC
...Not as creepy as I thought it'd be, but it was AWESOME, nevertheless ♥ Great job, author!anon~ And I especially love how oblivious Alfred is :D /s-sequel? Haha.
The fattening prompt actually reminded me of Kuroshitsuji LOL
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 19:45:51 UTC
I would have written it creepier, but for some reason I'm just incapable of doing anything too terrible to Alfred. He's such a lovable idiot. But I'm so glad you liked it. I had a lot of fun writing it. :D
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 20:16:09 UTC
My gosh, anon. Creepy Arthur is creepy. I really appreciate you exploring the psychology behind Arthur's fattening fetish. Both the internal conflicts and the desire for power. Nice stuff. :3
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 22:53:22 UTC
Aww, great job anon! I love creepy!Arthur, but am also glad you didn't torture Al too much. He really is such a sweet guy, and it's hard to read when people really abuse the hell out of him. I loved it!
Re: McDonald's Sundae (4/4)
anonymous
March 25 2009, 04:12:55 UTC
Oh, I feel the same way. Hence why I don't think I could go any further with it. I might be able to read about it, but writing it myself would just be ;_; Poor Alfred.
Before he got down to business, so to speak, he caught sight of a crumpled McDonald's bag sitting on the desk with the half-melted remains of a chocolate sundae. Even if Alfred was full, he surely couldn't just leave the ice cream sitting there uneaten? Retrieving the plastic container, he plunked it in Alfred’s hand. “Finish this, will you? I won’t have garbage cluttering up our room,” he instructed. Thankfully, Alfred happily obliged, as if he just remembered it existed. As Alfred got to work on the sundae, Arthur knelt between his thighs, taking his half-erect cock between his lips. He’d thought of using his other hand to pleasure himself, but somehow the idea of exploring the new curves and bulges of Alfred’s form took priority. His lover moaned as he pinched his love handles between his fingers and cupped his belly in his palm while lapping at his erection with playful coquetry.
Alfred wasn’t big enough, not near enough, he mused, taking in every last inch of his ever ripening frame. He must be at least eight inches wider at the waist alone. Impressive as it was, each pound Alfred gained only served to incite Arthur’s desire for five more. It exhilarated, aroused, confused, and disgusted him all at the same time. After all, it was wrong. Keeping Alfred in the dark while he piled on weight at an alarming pace, acting as if nothing changed. He dreaded the day he’d learn the truth. It was bound to come soon. Even Alfred wasn’t that oblivious. However, Arthur suspected that it was less to do with stupidity and more related to Alfred’s talent for self-deception. While it wasn’t possible for him to remain unaware forever, denial could persist a dangerously long time. Both possibilities were enough to keep Arthur up at night with guilt, but not enough to the process to stop, apparently.
“Mn, stop teasing me, Arthur… you always do this,” Alfred whined, exerting pressure at the top of Arthur’s head, though half-heartedly since he was balancing that, and the task of slurping the cream from the bottom of the cup. A droplet splattered on his thigh, which Arthur licked clean with a gentle persistence.
“Only because you’re practically begging for me every moment of the day,” he replied nonchalantly, simultaneously delivering a squeeze to Alfred’s soft gut.
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Alfred clutched Arthur’s smaller body to him, tugging him up into his lap, obviously looking to return the favour. This time Arthur was the one gasping as he was brought up against the plush mass of Alfred’s middle, straddled awkwardly across his thighs. It seemed so pointless to bother stripping anymore, so instead Arthur merely unbuckled his belt and tugged his trousers and underwear down in one go. A shuddering sigh passed his lips as Arthur felt his partner’s hand clutch his revealed cock and press it against his own.
He hadn’t meant to cry out like he did, but the friction of Alfred against him proved overwhelming. His arms hooked around his shoulders, fingers raking through smooth blonde locks. Ever impatient, Arthur had barely enough time to breathe before Alfred’s lips crashed clumsily against his own, the wet, warm presence of his tongue invading uninvited. Mnn, he was entirely too good at this for his own well being.
Somewhere along the line, Alfred had begun to perspire, his body dampened with beads of sweat. It shouldn’t have turned him on, and, God, he hated himself for it, but the idea of Alfred being so overweight that even sex was enough to tire him was just so, so luscious. He upped the pace, challenging Alfred to keep up, grinding against him with a predatory intensity until the chubbier man was whimpering. Arthur smirked and trailed a hand down the slope of Alfred’s stomach, pausing to pet the faint red mark where the tight jeans had been cutting into it.
“Arthur…” he started, the last syllable caught by a throaty moan. “ Looks like you just can’t get enough of me lately,” he taunted, catching Arthur’s lips in a vanilla flavoured kiss.
“I’m not sure what it is about you,” Arthur lied, “but it’s as if something’s come over me and you suddenly look…” He peered at him through half-lidded eyes and abruptly grabbed Alfred’s flabby side, “…sexier.”
Alfred gasped in pain and rubbed harder against him, unaccustomed to this dominant display and ridiculously ignorant to its meaning. “Whatever it is… I love it,” he hissed. His hips bucked harder, desperate for the contact, skin against skin, obviously on the verge of climax. Arthur couldn’t even dignify him with a response, captivated by the way he moved, gasped, and pleaded for him in between heavy puffs for air. It wouldn’t be long now, Arthur thought, until he’d have to take over their sex life completely, as Alfred grew too fat to fulfill the physical demands of topping him. Then he’d have utter control, leaving Alfred begging him for release; the very notion sent shivers of pleasure up his spine through to the tip of his cock. He submitted wholly to the rapture, feeling the smoothness of Alfred’s thighs beneath him, and the presence of his arms clasped across his back.
His lover’s hot panting condensed against his neck, and he responded with an affectionate nuzzle. He thought he never loved Alfred so much as in that final second before he came. All of his inhibitions fled and Arthur had to restrain himself from crying out something he’d regret several seconds later. So instead, he settled for Alfred’s name, over and over until he could hear the sound of his own name joining in, whispered from Alfred’s lips.
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For a moment, he let himself collapse against Alfred, soothed by the other nation’s heartbeat and the coolness of his drying skin. “Thank you, I’ve needed to get that out for, well, some time, I think,” he muttered. Alfred only chuckled.
“If you ever need to again, just give the word,” he laughed. His tummy jiggled when he laughed now, Arthur noticed with a swell of pride.
He paused before meeting his gaze once again. “And, uh, by the way,” Alfred added, “…even after that,” he went on, gesturing to the empty fast food bag. “I’m still hungry.”
A shadow of a smile crossed Arthur’s face.
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D: You have me wanting a sequel where the USA is morbidly obese and only just then cluing in (or stopping the denial) as Arthur feeds him until he's bedridden...
D: WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!hot
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The fattening prompt actually reminded me of Kuroshitsuji LOL
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I loved it!
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I kind of want a crossover with that bulimic!Alfred fic.
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