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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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The two sat down on the couch, simply enjoying each other's company. The sound of the coke being, to put it lightly, chugged was the only sound present, aside from the shifting of bodies on the seat cushions and the fireplace. About a minute later, Alfred was slumped onto Matthew's shoulder. Kumajirou was the only one who saw Matthew get the rope.
Several hours later, Alfred woke up to find himself naked, tied to a chair, and damned if he wasn't starving. Glancing around, he noticed that he was still inside his brother's home. Hell, Kumajirou was sitting in front of him. It was strange to say the least.
“Matt?” he hesitantly called.
A squeak of shock left another room.
Then Matthew wasn't tied up with him, and probably wasn't tied up at all if he wasn't shouting back. It wouldn't make sense if it was him who tied Alfred up, though.
Before he could assess the situation any further, Alfred heard the padding of feet clad in socks behind him.
“Matt, what's going on?” A hint of apprehension was in his voice.
Hands behind him slowly inched down from his shoulders to his chest and started to caress his nipples. A shiver ran through the American's body. Abruptly, lips were against his ear, and he could feel the other man's hot breath against it.
“I love you, Alfred,” the smaller man admitted, his fingers pinching the other lightly.
“I...I know, Matt.”
“And you love me, too. You even said so. No matter what...”
“That's right...” Alfred was beginning to have second thoughts. Generally, he had found that people who love each other in a brotherly way don't tie each other up.
Matthew's hands left him. Instead, the Canadian moved to his front and slunk into Alfred's lap, pressing their bare chests together. It was then that Alfred noticed the fact that his brother was almost entirely nude, save for a pair of red, white, and blue stockings. How could he be so warm; why was he wearing those stockings; what was he planning? As his younger brother shoved his lips onto Alfred's own, he quickly stopped caring.
Not in any hurry, Matthew kept the kiss slow and loving, at least until he slipped his tongue into the other's mouth. He must have had pancakes or similar, earlier on, since he tasted so sweet. Unable to keep a soft moan down, Alfred shifted-or attempted to shift-in his seat. Matthew shuddered against him, and his hands began to roam. It wasn't fair. Now that an opportunity like this had been presented, Alfred couldn't even touch the other man. He was supposed to be in control, but being tied down didn't lend itself to his ability to be in charge very well at all.
Matthew let out a little whine, as if he could tell that his brother's mind was wandering, and lightly grabbed Alfred's cock. Pulling away from the kiss, he watched the larger man's face for a reaction. Almost pitifully, Alfred moved his hips upwards for more, averting his gaze. With a smirk, Matthew grabbed a bottle of lube from a side table, covered a hand in the liquid, and began to stroke Alfred until he was throbbing. Whispering the other's name, Alfred felt much better about allowing him to take over.
“You're mine, Alfred,” Matthew murmured, lifting himself up off of Alfred's legs, positioning his erection at his own entrance.
The American nodded, eager to get this show on the road.
“Say it.”
“I'm yours, I'm yours! Just...” he tapered off with a growl.
“Good boy,” Matthew whispered, slowly impaling himself with the other man's cock.
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For Matthew, it was far more detailed. The Canadian would lift himself up, his thighs tensing, and he would let them go slack, pushing back downwards. Pleasure wasn't as simple as it was for Alfred, but knowing that he was making his brother feel good was its own reward. If he made Alfred orgasm, he would stay with him, right?
Forever.
Forever.
He tilted his head back, panting and sweating from the exertion. It was starting to feel much better now, and Matthew couldn't focus. He simply had to keep moving up and down. All of a sudden, Alfred called out his brother's name in ecstasy, and filled him with hot, sticky cum. Just hearing his name like that caused Matthew to reach his own limit, cumming onto Alfred's stomach.
Panting together, they stayed still for a while, trying to catch their breath. Matthew nuzzled into his brother's neck, smiling in simple pleasure, and felt when Alfred cleared his throat to speak.
“Matt, what do you want, exactly?”
“Stay with me.” Matthew's head whipped from his throat to his face, so close that their noses touched. “Stay with me, Alfred. Don't leave me. I love you. All you could ever need-all you could ever want is right here with me.” His face was shy, but needy, with a strange gleam in Matthew's eyes that Alfred had never seen from him before.
“But Matt, I have a job to do. I have people that I have to protect. People that rely on me. I can't stay with you.”
Matthew scowled and Alfred would have recoiled had there been any room to do so. Silently, he lifted his hand, and struck his brother across the face. Now, it would take a lot more than Matthew's blow to hurt Alfred, but the meaning of that blow was still there.
“Not if I can help it, dear brother.”
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Seriously, I like this crazy!Matthew :>
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Crazy clingy Canada is love!
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*i'mhorribledon'tmindme*
(reCaptcha: dangle con... oh really?)
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bush House? Really reCaptcha?
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