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Arthur glared at him. “I’m not a lady.”
“But you don’t deny yur purdy?” Alfred asked and his hands hit the wall on either side of Arthur, trapping him.
“You’re a bastard.” He spit out.
“I know.” Alfred whispered and kissed him.
Arthur groaned and his hands reached up to tangled in smooth blonde hair. It had taken ages to style the man’s hair. Not that it mattered with his fingers running through it and damned it Alfred’s hair didn’t have some resistance to hair gel. The minute he touched it his previous work went to hell in a hand-basket and -
He gasped as lips sucked at his neck. “Yur not payin’ me ’nough attention luv. Keep yur mind on the game.” Alfred said and tugged Arthur away from the wall to the couch.
“Game?” Arthur asked and the American nodded pushing him on black leather. Arthur almost fell off. Stupid Americans and their stupid slippery couches!
“Mmmhmm. I seems to recall you bein’ me and me bein’ you.” He pointed out as he settled himself over the Brit. “An’ I think that means there’ll be a change in toppin’ tonight.”
A change in - Arthur’s eyes glazed at the thought. Him taking Alfred. Alfred under him, writhing and crying out and -
There was a tongue lapping at his ear and he groaned.
“Tha’s right luv. You takin’ me. All of me.” He ground his hips down at each word. “Evry. Last. Inch.” His drawl petered out at the last word as though he didn’t have enough mind left to keep it up.
Arthur pushed at Alfred’s chest and the American yelped as he toppled sideways to the floor. Then he groaned as Arthur followed him hands attacked his shirt that was his shirt but still somehow Alfred’s shirt since he was wearing and dear god he was wearing his clothes and that hit him so hard he cried out as he pressed their hips together.
Alfred was tearing off his bomber, then his jacket, then his tie, then his shirt and why the hell did he have so many layers? “Too many clothes.” He muttered and Arthur chuckled.
“They’re yours you know, so it’s not my fault.” He had already stripped Alfred of his shirts and was working on his pants. His hand brushed Alfred’s erection and the American groaned.
“Fuuuuccckk.” He hissed and bucked up as Arthur pulled down his pants and underwear, fingers wrapping around his cock.
“You know,” Arthur murmured. “With you being me, I would think you’d have to have an English accent and not a Southern one.”
“I don’t do English.” Alfred grinned. “And you would never speak Southern so that puts us at a stand-still. ’Sides,” He leaned up slightly to whisper in Arthur’s ear, stomach muscles straining. “I was just trying to get you hott.”
Arthur shuddered as Alfred’s hands stripped him of his pants and underwear. He leaned against the American and their cocks brushed against each other. “Ha-ah. Yes but the point of All Hallow’s Eve is authenticity. Deception. Fool the bad spirits you know.”
Alfred grinned at him. “If I tried to speak British and you tried to speak Texan, we’d laugh so hard it’d ruin the mood.”
Arthur had to concede that point, but... “There’s a mood?” He asked and gasped as hands pulled his hips downwards, again and again and again. Slowly.
“Yes there’s a mood. And it’s turning impatient.” Alfred said. “C’mon Arthur. You always take too long.”
“I take time to appreciate things.” At Alfred’s frustrated groan he added, “Like not having any lubrication on hand.”
“Oh for- Back pocket of my jeans.” Alfred muttered and bucked his hips. “Now hurry. Ah, wait.”
Arthur paused. “What?” He asked.
“Could you- Could you put my bomber back on?” He asked, face flushed.
“Pardon?” Arthur was confused though he still grabbed the jacket and put it on.
“It’s just...” He looked up at Arthur his eyes were wide as he swallowed. “It’s hott.” He murmured, gaze raking over the Brit.
Arthur blushed and went back to finding the lube. It took him a moment to find the small tube but when he did he gave an amused sigh. “Always prepared.” He said and twisted off the cap, squirting gel on his fingers.
“Of course.” Alfred grinned at him. Tone easy now that he wasn’t embarrassed. Or at least wasn’t acting like it. “Rule of Boy Scouts.”
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“It’s both.” Alfred huffed. “And I’m not lying when I say you better hurry up or I’ll- ah- ahh. Oh.”
“Better?” Arthur asked before slowly slipping another finger into him. Alfred couldn’t do anything but nod and try to breathe.
Arthur worked slow. He was always slow but he didn’t top often and Alfred needed more preparations than he did. He didn’t want to hurt the American after all. It didn’t help that Alfred was impatient though. He always thought he could take more but the one time they did rush... Well, Arthur didn’t want to see that much pain on Alfred’s face again, no matter how much he wanted, no matter how much Alfred would try to blow it off. He didn’t want to hurt him, so he worked slow.
“Arthur. Arthur please. Please. Ohhhh.” Alfred moaned.
“I believe a Boy Scout is also obedient.” Arthur murmured and Alfred growled.
“Fuck the Boy Scouts right now just... God, Arthur, fuck me please.” He begged.
Arthur waited a little longer, ignoring the curses Alfred was sending his way, then finally he slicked himself and slid in.
“Ah-ah! Oh yes. That’s-” Alfred sighed. “Fuck yes. Arthur. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”
“Shh.” Arthur hushed him and just to make sure he’d be quiet, kissed him. Alfred’s one hand twisted into his hair while the other pushed at his back, trying to get him deeper. His tongue pushed into Arthur’s mouth, stroking as his groans were drowned in saliva.
Arthur gave a hesitant thrust, then another when he found no complaints. And soon they had reached a rocking rhythm, Alfred arching up underneath him as he pressed in. Arthur shuddered at the sheer feel of it all. It was rare that he got to top and it was almost too much for him. He tried to hold back, he could, he could get Alfred to come first, then he’d be tighter and crying out and, god, these thoughts weren’t helping him any. Alfred was even less help with his mutterings.
“Yes, please. God yes. Oh fuck Arthur. England. Yes, that’s- Fuck!” Alfred cried out.
“Found the prostate?” He asked, though he already knew the answer and tried to keep that angle, managing to succeed more than fail, if Alfred’s whimpers were anything to go by.
“Yes. Yes yes yes. Again. Right there again and- Oh, fuckin’ hell. Yeah, that’s it.” He said as let go of Arthur’s hair to grab his own cock, pulling and tugging. Arthur moaned at the sight and Alfred’s gaze was entirely too knowing. “You’re gonna come aren’t you?” Arthur shook his head but the American kept going. “You’re so fuckin hott in my jacket y’know. Should wear it all the time. Never take it off so everyone’ll know you’re mine.” And that last word was said with such force that Arthur shuddered, coming inside Alfred hard as he cried out.
Alfred whimpered as he slid out. Arthur liked the sound and he did his best to push back his exhaustion. Couldn’t leave the poor man unfinished and Alfred loved to watch him suck.
He shifted down as his hand grabbed Alfred’s erection and the American nearly roared as his tongue swirled around the tip and his mouth slid down. Hands slid into his hair and pushed him down, down until Alfred almost choked and pulled back. Then bobbed down and back up and down and Alfred called his name as he came.
They lied on the floor, Arthur almost asleep and Alfred panting until Alfred started talking again. “You really should wear that coat more often y’know.”
“Nothing would ever get done. And you’re fucking possessive by the way.” Arthur said, exhaustion making him curse.
“Mmm. I know” Alfred murmured and curled his arms around the Brit to hold him. “So I suppose nothing will ever bloody well get done.” He said and Arthur lifted his head to glare at him.
“That was awful. Completely awful. Your accent is shite.” Alfred raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘You do better then’.
Arthur yawned and forced himself awake. He gave Alfred a sly smile. “Well pardner, you better saddle up ’cause I ain’t finished with ya yet.” He slid up Alfred’s body to kiss him hard. “We got a looong night ahead of us.”
Alfred shuddered. “That was... pretty good actually.”
Arthur just grinned and kissed him again.
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It was a shame though, they all agreed. With that moaning it sounded like it would’ve been a kickass haunted house.
I'm sorry for this! It's ridiculous and random and completely pointless and my mind basically took the idea and ran and didn't tell me where it was going. So I'm sure it's nothing like what you were looking for, but at least there's smut! ...Sorry. >-
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This is awesome.
I want Arthur to wear Alfred's bomber all the time.
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