Follow the rules (1/3)
anonymous
April 14 2009, 22:56:54 UTC
Original request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=857720#t857720 (US/UK - Lap dancing) Anon waited quite some time for someone to fill this out, but since no one did, anon ended up doing it.. Someone please try putting their hands on this, too? :D *insert pretty please here*
”I’ve heard you’re not good at playing by the rules.”
Alfred’s curios voice reached Arthur’s ear in the form of a tickling warm breath. Blindfolded he couldn’t see, only hear the footsteps from his lover as said person made his way around the chair. As he turned the head in hopes of figuring out exactly where the American was, a stern slap on the back of his head made him quickly look down again.
Alfred chuckled. “Bad boy, I haven’t said you could move.”
Arthur’s head was spinning with thoughts, making him feel slightly dizzy, but the light touch from his lover’s hands slipping down his shoulders made him relax. It wasn’t as if he was worried; no doubt the kid knew what he was doing - and, maybe more important, what he wasn’t allowed to do. It was more the euphoric feeling of lust that made him restless, wriggling around in the seat. He wanted to see the other, feel him and kiss those lips that were now playing with his earlobe. But he couldn’t.
“Alfred, please, at least free my hands.” Arthur yanked at the rope that held his hands captured on the back. He let go of a sight and pulled a face of impatience, as the other didn’t react on his pleadings. “Bloody hell, I just want to-“ A hand slapped against his cheek with a loud sound, making his head turn. He gave a yelp of surprise, only to receive a smack on the other cheek.
“Really, Arthur, you’re not making my job easy. Can’t you shut up for two seconds?” Arthur snapped the mouth shut as he was told to; partly because he didn’t want to receive another hit, partly because Alfred’s annoyed self had shun through for a second. He knew it wasn’t easy for the other to take dominance like this, and if he pushed it too far, he could end up horny and alone with the arms still tied together. So he just bowed the head as a silent apology, licking his dry lips wet.
Alfred patted his hair in a satisfied gesture. “Good, there’s the obedient Englishman I want,” he smirked. Not that Arthur could actually see this smirk, but the arrogance in the other’s voice didn’t made that necessarily in order for him to know the face the kid was making. “I’ll free you later. I’m a good kid.” Arms sneaked around Arthur from behind, and he was embraced into an awkward hug, the other’s nose in his hair. “Actually, I’m feeling really good today. Might as well show you a little gratitude for your obedience. How does that sound?” Arthur snapped in air as Alfred bowed to bite his ear.
“Wonderful,” he sighted. A chuckle.
“I thought so.” The warm arms disappeared. Arthur sunk back into the chair, a little confused as he heard Alfred’s footsteps move away from him. He didn’t dare to move the head, though the curiosity was killing him as the sound of clicking reached his ears. It sounded like a remote being- …’Oh no,’ Arthur gritted his teeth together, as he reminded himself at whose home he was, ‘you’re just not going to sit watching television now.’
At the sound of music he was ready to utter his protests out loud, but soon it occurred to him it wasn’t the opening to some kind of soap opera that was playing in the background. It was a deep drumming, soon speeding up, soon accompanied by other instruments. It was the kind of music you would expect being played in a porn movie, one of the more sophisticated ones. That is if those even exist.
Follow the rules (2/3)
anonymous
April 14 2009, 22:59:47 UTC
No hesitating. Arthur hardly had the time to pick up the last words spoken before a knee was pressed to his groin, hands were in his hair and those sweet lips nipping their way down his neck. He gave a moan of pleasure, it almost turning into a whimper as Alfred bit down on his flesh, leaving a mark there to be.
“Oh god~”
Alfred’s hands gripped his hair, forcing his head backwards with a yank. Arthur’s yelp was lost in his lover’s mouth, and the other exploited his second of weakness to slip in his tongue, roaming every corner in his mouth. But the taste was too short and his lips were left empty again, gasping for air. “You’re a horny old man,” Alfred grinned close to his ear, before the warmth from his body disappeared. “And I make you horny, don’t I?” He grabbed the elder’s chin with a: “I expect an answer on that one.”
“Yes,” Arthur hissed helplessly, “yes you do.”
“I bet you’re dying to see me.” Arthur swallowed hard and nodded with a whimper. “Say it.”
“I want to see you.”
“Not good enough.” Alfred let go of Arthur’s chin again. For a moment nothing happened, then his legs were pushed apart and Alfred’s lean body sank in between them, rubbing their lower regions together. Long fingers started to unbutton his shirt from the top, and the sweet whisper danced hotly against his lips: “Say it like you mean it.”
“Please, Alfred, I really want to see you.” Arthur leaned a little forward to capture a kiss, but the lips moved away. He moaned unsatisfied. “I need to see you. Bloody hell, I’m - ungh, that feels good - burning op - please!”
“Better.” Arthur could hardly believe it as he felt the fingers move from his shirt to his face, kindly removing the blindfold that had kept him in the dark. As his eyes were freed, he blinked a couple of times, getting them used to the dim lighting. In front of him, between his legs, was Alfred, sending him a loving look as their eyes met. “Hello there,” he whispered in a singsong voice that normally only Ivan would be able to pull off.
“Hello,” Arthur answered dumbfounded, completely lost as the sight of the other sunk in. Alfred was far from his normal old jeans and t-shirt; he was wearing black, laced boots that reached his knees, tight-fitting leather shorts and a collar around his neck.
Though it was with great guilt, Arthur felt himself being turned on by the sight of this bizarre outfit.
“What have we got here?” Arthur’s eyes fluttered close as Alfred’s groin pressed to his again, “seems like you enjoy the sight quite a lot.”
“Hell, you’re sexy.” Arthur’s voice had been a whisper, but loud enough for Alfred to hear and turn pink. He patted the Englishman’s cheek to make him open his eyes again, before kissing him slowly, sucking down on his lower lip as he did so. Arthur did his best to respond, though it was hard, not being able to put his arms around the other and hold him in place. It seemed Alfred wanted to keep moving around whenever he got the chance, which were slowly starting to make Arthur’s pants quite… tight.
“Alfred,” he groaned, as the other once again left his lips in vain. Said hushed.
“I know, what you need. Didn’t I already tell you I was going to be a good kid?” He smiled softly (the smile of a devil, Arthur thought) before turning around, making small circles with his butt between his legs in a soft movement, then swirling around, placing a leg on each side of his, grinding down onto his lap. Arthur whimpered, feeling more helpless for each second that went by. Once again he yanked at the ropes, furiously shaking his head.
“Please, Alfred, it hurts.” Alfred stopped his grinding for a second. “Not that. But… what that is doing to me hurts.” Alfred, getting the point, slipped from the lap to kneel on the floor. He pressed a hand to the zipper.
Follow the rules (3/3)
anonymous
April 14 2009, 23:11:33 UTC
“No problem without solution. You like my lips, right?” He took no time waiting for an answer before zipping down the pants. “Lift you ass,” he ordered. Arthur did so more that willingly, a sight escaping his lips, as the tightness was gone. Alfred yanked down the pants to his ankles, leaving them there before returning the attention to his lover’s dick. It was already hard, making his briefs bulge. Pre-cum was still leaking from the slit, wetting his front, and Alfred leaned forward, licking up his dick through the material. Arthur groaned.
“Can’t I get free hands now?”
“And ruin the tension? No way.” Alfred smirked and bit around a part of the material, dragging the briefs down with his teeth. Arthur moaned as his dick was freed to the chilly air, but even deeper was his sounds as lips closed around the head and a tongue licked over the slit. Alfred wrapped the fingers around the shaft, slowly pumping at it while bobbing his head up and down, taking in a little more of the dick each time. Arthur groaned in pleasure, closing his eyes tight.
He was already close to shooting. The kisses, the lap dance, the sexy outfit and now the mouth closed around his manhood. He gasped in air as Alfred let his teeth scrape down the sensitive skin; the mix of pain and pleasure made his heart pump faster as would it tear his chest apart. He was not using his hand anymore, swallowing down his entire shaft in a gulp. Arthur gave one last yank at the ropes, before coming down Alfred’s throat with a loud cry. Flushed he gasped for air, small shivers going through his body while Alfred slowly milked him, swallowing his cum with a satisfied moan.
“If that isn’t a night to remember, I don’t know what is,” he breathed and cleaned his lips with a swift from his hand. He gave Arthur a thump up. “Am I sexy or am I sexy?”
Arthur, sweating and still gasping for air, sank down into the chair. “Sexy it is,” he mumbled. “…care for a second round?”
Anon waited quite some time for someone to fill this out, but since no one did, anon ended up doing it.. Someone please try putting their hands on this, too? :D *insert pretty please here*
”I’ve heard you’re not good at playing by the rules.”
Alfred’s curios voice reached Arthur’s ear in the form of a tickling warm breath. Blindfolded he couldn’t see, only hear the footsteps from his lover as said person made his way around the chair. As he turned the head in hopes of figuring out exactly where the American was, a stern slap on the back of his head made him quickly look down again.
Alfred chuckled. “Bad boy, I haven’t said you could move.”
Arthur’s head was spinning with thoughts, making him feel slightly dizzy, but the light touch from his lover’s hands slipping down his shoulders made him relax. It wasn’t as if he was worried; no doubt the kid knew what he was doing - and, maybe more important, what he wasn’t allowed to do. It was more the euphoric feeling of lust that made him restless, wriggling around in the seat. He wanted to see the other, feel him and kiss those lips that were now playing with his earlobe. But he couldn’t.
“Alfred, please, at least free my hands.” Arthur yanked at the rope that held his hands captured on the back. He let go of a sight and pulled a face of impatience, as the other didn’t react on his pleadings. “Bloody hell, I just want to-“ A hand slapped against his cheek with a loud sound, making his head turn. He gave a yelp of surprise, only to receive a smack on the other cheek.
“Really, Arthur, you’re not making my job easy. Can’t you shut up for two seconds?” Arthur snapped the mouth shut as he was told to; partly because he didn’t want to receive another hit, partly because Alfred’s annoyed self had shun through for a second. He knew it wasn’t easy for the other to take dominance like this, and if he pushed it too far, he could end up horny and alone with the arms still tied together. So he just bowed the head as a silent apology, licking his dry lips wet.
Alfred patted his hair in a satisfied gesture. “Good, there’s the obedient Englishman I want,” he smirked. Not that Arthur could actually see this smirk, but the arrogance in the other’s voice didn’t made that necessarily in order for him to know the face the kid was making. “I’ll free you later. I’m a good kid.” Arms sneaked around Arthur from behind, and he was embraced into an awkward hug, the other’s nose in his hair. “Actually, I’m feeling really good today. Might as well show you a little gratitude for your obedience. How does that sound?” Arthur snapped in air as Alfred bowed to bite his ear.
“Wonderful,” he sighted. A chuckle.
“I thought so.” The warm arms disappeared. Arthur sunk back into the chair, a little confused as he heard Alfred’s footsteps move away from him. He didn’t dare to move the head, though the curiosity was killing him as the sound of clicking reached his ears. It sounded like a remote being- …’Oh no,’ Arthur gritted his teeth together, as he reminded himself at whose home he was, ‘you’re just not going to sit watching television now.’
At the sound of music he was ready to utter his protests out loud, but soon it occurred to him it wasn’t the opening to some kind of soap opera that was playing in the background. It was a deep drumming, soon speeding up, soon accompanied by other instruments. It was the kind of music you would expect being played in a porn movie, one of the more sophisticated ones. That is if those even exist.
“I’m going to give you a night to remember.”
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“Oh god~”
Alfred’s hands gripped his hair, forcing his head backwards with a yank. Arthur’s yelp was lost in his lover’s mouth, and the other exploited his second of weakness to slip in his tongue, roaming every corner in his mouth. But the taste was too short and his lips were left empty again, gasping for air. “You’re a horny old man,” Alfred grinned close to his ear, before the warmth from his body disappeared. “And I make you horny, don’t I?” He grabbed the elder’s chin with a: “I expect an answer on that one.”
“Yes,” Arthur hissed helplessly, “yes you do.”
“I bet you’re dying to see me.” Arthur swallowed hard and nodded with a whimper. “Say it.”
“I want to see you.”
“Not good enough.” Alfred let go of Arthur’s chin again. For a moment nothing happened, then his legs were pushed apart and Alfred’s lean body sank in between them, rubbing their lower regions together. Long fingers started to unbutton his shirt from the top, and the sweet whisper danced hotly against his lips: “Say it like you mean it.”
“Please, Alfred, I really want to see you.” Arthur leaned a little forward to capture a kiss, but the lips moved away. He moaned unsatisfied. “I need to see you. Bloody hell, I’m - ungh, that feels good - burning op - please!”
“Better.” Arthur could hardly believe it as he felt the fingers move from his shirt to his face, kindly removing the blindfold that had kept him in the dark. As his eyes were freed, he blinked a couple of times, getting them used to the dim lighting. In front of him, between his legs, was Alfred, sending him a loving look as their eyes met. “Hello there,” he whispered in a singsong voice that normally only Ivan would be able to pull off.
“Hello,” Arthur answered dumbfounded, completely lost as the sight of the other sunk in. Alfred was far from his normal old jeans and t-shirt; he was wearing black, laced boots that reached his knees, tight-fitting leather shorts and a collar around his neck.
Though it was with great guilt, Arthur felt himself being turned on by the sight of this bizarre outfit.
“What have we got here?” Arthur’s eyes fluttered close as Alfred’s groin pressed to his again, “seems like you enjoy the sight quite a lot.”
“Hell, you’re sexy.” Arthur’s voice had been a whisper, but loud enough for Alfred to hear and turn pink. He patted the Englishman’s cheek to make him open his eyes again, before kissing him slowly, sucking down on his lower lip as he did so. Arthur did his best to respond, though it was hard, not being able to put his arms around the other and hold him in place. It seemed Alfred wanted to keep moving around whenever he got the chance, which were slowly starting to make Arthur’s pants quite… tight.
“Alfred,” he groaned, as the other once again left his lips in vain. Said hushed.
“I know, what you need. Didn’t I already tell you I was going to be a good kid?” He smiled softly (the smile of a devil, Arthur thought) before turning around, making small circles with his butt between his legs in a soft movement, then swirling around, placing a leg on each side of his, grinding down onto his lap. Arthur whimpered, feeling more helpless for each second that went by. Once again he yanked at the ropes, furiously shaking his head.
“Please, Alfred, it hurts.” Alfred stopped his grinding for a second. “Not that. But… what that is doing to me hurts.” Alfred, getting the point, slipped from the lap to kneel on the floor. He pressed a hand to the zipper.
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“Can’t I get free hands now?”
“And ruin the tension? No way.” Alfred smirked and bit around a part of the material, dragging the briefs down with his teeth. Arthur moaned as his dick was freed to the chilly air, but even deeper was his sounds as lips closed around the head and a tongue licked over the slit. Alfred wrapped the fingers around the shaft, slowly pumping at it while bobbing his head up and down, taking in a little more of the dick each time. Arthur groaned in pleasure, closing his eyes tight.
He was already close to shooting. The kisses, the lap dance, the sexy outfit and now the mouth closed around his manhood. He gasped in air as Alfred let his teeth scrape down the sensitive skin; the mix of pain and pleasure made his heart pump faster as would it tear his chest apart. He was not using his hand anymore, swallowing down his entire shaft in a gulp. Arthur gave one last yank at the ropes, before coming down Alfred’s throat with a loud cry. Flushed he gasped for air, small shivers going through his body while Alfred slowly milked him, swallowing his cum with a satisfied moan.
“If that isn’t a night to remember, I don’t know what is,” he breathed and cleaned his lips with a swift from his hand. He gave Arthur a thump up. “Am I sexy or am I sexy?”
Arthur, sweating and still gasping for air, sank down into the chair. “Sexy it is,” he mumbled. “…care for a second round?”
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This was incredible. My brain exploded.
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