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There were many things Alfred was bad at. Tact, sensitivity, monetary management, football (real football, not that American rubbish) just to name a few. However, sucking cock was not on that list.
Mouth like a hoover. Tongue like a cherry stem tying expert. Arthur didn’t know whether this skill was learned (Francis?) or simply innate, but at that moment, his hands fisted in that thick golden hair that the American was so damned proud of, he didn’t much care.
His tongue hit a particularly good spot, making Arthur twitch, a small sound escaping from him.
A muffled vibration answered from Alfred’s mouth, sending Arthur into an arch with a gurgled sound before he realised what the other man was actually doing.
“Are you laughing?” he rasped angrily, debating whether to yank on the hair to teach him a lesson or leave that mesmerising mouth where it was. The blond shook his head meekly, but Arthur saw his gaze slide northward. Blue eyes twinkled in mirth.
Arthur growled, twisting his fist in Alfred’s hair until the other man made a noise of protest. This was supposed to be punishment. Even if he licked fuck right there and holy God right there. His scowled only deepened as he felt his skin crinkle and pull due to the dried cum in his eyebrows.
That was right. The bastard had come on his face. But the thing that really pissed the Brit off, the thing that always pissed the Brit off? The cocky bastard hadn’t even cared. Worse, he laughed. Always that mocking American laughter.
Ire raised once more, he pushed roughly on the head of the man before him, forcing himself into his throat.
Mistake.
After a slight choking noise, the American began deep-throating him like a pro. Hips cocking, Arthur fucked Alfred’s mouth and Alfred’s mouth fucked him back until with a strangled whimper, the Brit grabbed the other man’s head tight and released deep into that warm, wet cavern. The tongue didn’t pause, pushing the tip, pressing against the slit, forcing Arthur’s whimper into more of a snarl as pleasure caused his abs and legs to shake uncontrollably.
Alfred finally removed his mouth, giving the head of Arthur’s cock one last fond lick. Wiping some left over saliva and cum from his chin, he then crawled up the Brit’s body, forcing him backwards on the bed, leaving little bites on his stomach and chest in no particular order, just where it struck him.
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“What is that?” he asked flatly.
“Installed it last week,” Alfred replied, not even looking to see what the other man was talking about and instead concentrating on a particularly fascinating spot on Arthur’s neck, sucking and nibbling.
“Why?” Arthur’s lip curled, arching as a long fingered hand cupped his balls, fondling them gently. His orgasm-softened semi erection was quickly up to full hardness again.
“So you can see how absolutely adorable you are while getting fucked,” Alfred laughed.
Arthur hissed angrily, but was still unable to stop his body from twitching as those same fingers penetrated his ass slowly. Why did he have to keep fucking laughing? It made his heart beat in a strange staccato.
“I hate you,” he whispered helplessly, moving against those delicious digits in his ass. That was a lie and they both knew it.
“I love you,” Alfred replied with another one of his American-wide grins. That was a lie too and they both knew it. Neither of them cared.
“Don’t go slow,” Arthur growled, dragging the American’s blond head down to his in order to lock mouths, duel tongues, clash teeth, as Alfred removed his fingers and pressed his thickness against the Brit’s entrance.
“Do I ever?” Alfred laughed, and thrust forward, impaling him, filling him, fucking him. Arthur arched, the air escaping from his lungs in a furious cry as pain flooded his body. The American didn’t even pause but rammed into him again and again until through the pain Arthur could hear his own babbling.
“Ohfuckdon’tstopdon’tfuckingstopohfuckthereyesAlfred…”
The mirror above them reflected back their sweaty, sinuous bodies, the muscles in Alfred’s ass flexing with each thrust, Arthur’s calf pressed against the back of the other man’s thighs, his other leg wrapped around his waist, the heel pressed into the small of Alfred’s back. Arthur’s hands were clawed into Alfred’s shoulder blades, turning the skin around his fingertips white, leaving bruises.
With a low growl reverberating somewhere deep in his chest, Alfred grabbed the Brit’s hips, pulling them clear off the bed as he desperately tried to go deeper, fuck harder. Arthur’s hips rolled with him, taking him deep, fucking him back, riding the crest higher as every thrust into him hit that spot that made him a little crazier than before.
Arthur heard the younger man’s pants wet and ragged in his ear, and for a brief moment, even they sounded like laughter. His heart tightened, his body following suit as he clung to the other man, this American, his American, his boy, his pride, his rebel, his lover, his shame, his, his…
Then he was coming. Alfred hadn’t even touched his cock and he was coming hard, his shouts loud enough to probably carry across the Atlantic, his body shattering into a million pieces. Alfred cursed, burying his face in the crook of Arthur’s neck, then he too was over the edge, emptying himself into the Englishman’s still shuddering body.
Arthur collapsed first, falling down into the sweat soaked sheets, his body still trembling and his mind still hazy. Alfred collapsed on top of him, his cheek resting on the Englishman’s collarbone, panting like a marathon runner.
“Alfred?” Arthur murmured quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Get rid of the damned mirror.”
Alfred laughed, rolling to the side of the bed and dragging the protesting Arthur with him to cuddle against his chest.
“No,” he replied with a grin.
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This non-OP approves. *thumbs up*
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L-love. <3
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Thank you!
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*nosebleed* Anon, I award you with the internet and a gold star. That was smoking hot. ♥
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*fans self*
It's really in-character and the line 'this American, his American, his boy, his pride, his rebel, his lover, his shame, his, his...' absloutely stole my heart. ♥
Damn....
Do you want my soul with a side order of internets?
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That was... hotter than HOT.
The line about Alfred's lie just about broke my heart, though. Poor Arthur... T_T
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....unf wow.
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You know how to treat them better than I do <333
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