Lunch with Arthur 2/3
anonymous
June 16 2010, 21:35:56 UTC
His hands unconsciously entangled in America's hair as the country's head bobbed, a hand at the base of his erection to work in unison with that brilliant tongue.
It was so good. Where on Earth had he learned to do that? England didn't want to consider the chance that it was France who taught him.
"Ah, yes! That-- Do THAT again, please!"
America removed his hand from England's cock, placing opposite it's twin on Arthur's hips. He took a moment to admire the gorgeous body writhing in pleasure on the table, his lips curling into a sinister smirk.
"Don't blame me if you have a heart attack, old man."
England didn't have time to retort as America was upon him once more, deep-throating his cock with an unrivaled expertise.
"Jesus!" He was seeing stars, wishing that his arms worked so he could reach out and grab one to show the world. It was magnificent, beautiful--
Until his vision was no longer steady and bursts of color overtook him.
"Mm, it's a wonder that you can't cook, you taste amazing." America mused as he licked his lips, reaching down to unzip his own pants.
He palmed his own cock, rubbing the head as he, once more, eyed his prize. England was sure he had never seen America looking quite so hungry... Not for anything he could offer, anyway.
"Suck." America commanded, rubbing the other's bottom lip with two fingers. Lust was mirrored in each of their eyes as they stared each other down. England gladly accepted the digits into his mouth, sucking and licking with a urgency that went straight to America's crotch.
"I am going to do such ungodly things to you," America stated, marveling in the way that England's face would light up when he spoke dirty to him. "You won't be able to walk for weeks when I'm finished with you."
England couldn't believe that he was becoming aroused again, just from listening to this little brat carry on.
...He was never going to be able to listen to those cocky speeches during world meetings ever again, unless he wanted to get hard in front of the whole world.
"Good job." America quickly went to work on his former-father country, fingers dipping into him slowly. He worked to stretch the other, not wanting to cause him pain, but damn-- He was really tight.
"Quit taking your God-damned time, you arse!"
America raised an eyebrow. "Alright, you asked for it."
He sometimes forgot that Arthur was an bitchy little douchebag... Oh wait, no he didn't.
Lunch with Arthur 3/3
anonymous
June 16 2010, 21:38:53 UTC
One thrust and he was in completely, causing Arthur to call out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Despite any complaints from the brit, Alfred was going to wait for a moment to let him get used to it.
But, yea, only a moment.
He began a steady pace, biting his lip as he brought a hand to Arthur's hips once more. The other, however, found a new home under Arthur's left leg, lifting it up slightly to hit a new angle and--
"Ahh-- Alfred!! Nnghh!"
Yup. That's what he wanted to hear.
Alfred stoppped, leaning over to catch an erect nipple between his teeth.
"Oh, no! Did I hurt you? Should I stop?" He breathed against Arthur's skin, feigning worry for the smaller man beneath him.
He found humor in the fact that Arthur could barely form words at that moment.
"No! Don't stop! Never stop! Please, Alfred, please!"
"Don't stop? Don't stop what?" The young nation grinned as he backed up once more, beginning to rock against the other softly.
"That spot, please hit it again! Don't play dumb with me~ Ahhh!"
Okay, so he had his fun, it was time to get to serious business!
Alfred lifted Arthur's leg a bit more, hitting his prostate dead on.
"Yes! Fuck me harder!" America never would have pegged Arthur as the vocal type, but whatever, he wasn't complaining. He doubled his thrusts, not caring one bit when he heard the sound of the plate of grossness from earlier crashing to the floor. In fact, it kinda added to his arousal. Just to think, this all started from that nasty food--
Arthur hands snaked their way down, reaching for his renewed erection. Alfred, smirking, decided that he was going to be an asshole one final time for the night. "Hmm, nope!" He looped his arm completely under Arthur's leg, leaning forward enough to grab the nearest arm. The hand that had formerly been digging it's claws into Arthur's hips caught his remaining one.
Arthur growled at him, but Alfred matched his anger with his playfulness.
"No. I'm gonna make you come again. I'm going to make you come without letting your touch yourself." Sure, his thrusts were a tiny bit more flimsy now, but he was pretty sure of himself.
The new angle he had accidentally created for them was a winner.
Arthur threw his head back in ecstasy as Alfred's mouth found his nipple again, thrusting so hard into him, hitting him directly where it felt best.
"Alfred. Fuck. I--"
"Tell me how it feels." Alfred's tongue darted out to play with the pink nub before him.
"So good! Oh, fuck, it's so good!" He couldn't help himself. As much as Arthur wished that he could have stuck it to Alfred and not come, he was already there. Again. Twice.
There would be no speaking with Alfred after this. No wonder that guy was so high on himself.
"Come for me."
Arthur was finished, his seed coating his belly along with Alfred's.
The other country was not far behind him, the overwhelming tightness from Arthur's muscles going haywire was too much to handle.
Shaking, but careful not to fall on England, America let a goofy smile grace his features. "That. Was. Awesome!"
"You brat, you smashed my favorite serving plate!"
America leaned forward to place a sweet kiss on England's lips, the first of the night, "It had been ruined long before I got to it, love."
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Hope this was enjoyable and doesn't have too many screw-ups! I didn't proofread, because I was super excited to post it. hahah!
It was so good. Where on Earth had he learned to do that? England didn't want to consider the chance that it was France who taught him.
"Ah, yes! That-- Do THAT again, please!"
America removed his hand from England's cock, placing opposite it's twin on Arthur's hips. He took a moment to admire the gorgeous body writhing in pleasure on the table, his lips curling into a sinister smirk.
"Don't blame me if you have a heart attack, old man."
England didn't have time to retort as America was upon him once more, deep-throating his cock with an unrivaled expertise.
"Jesus!" He was seeing stars, wishing that his arms worked so he could reach out and grab one to show the world. It was magnificent, beautiful--
Until his vision was no longer steady and bursts of color overtook him.
"Mm, it's a wonder that you can't cook, you taste amazing." America mused as he licked his lips, reaching down to unzip his own pants.
He palmed his own cock, rubbing the head as he, once more, eyed his prize. England was sure he had never seen America looking quite so hungry... Not for anything he could offer, anyway.
"Suck." America commanded, rubbing the other's bottom lip with two fingers.
Lust was mirrored in each of their eyes as they stared each other down.
England gladly accepted the digits into his mouth, sucking and licking with a urgency that went straight to America's crotch.
"I am going to do such ungodly things to you," America stated, marveling in the way that England's face would light up when he spoke dirty to him. "You won't be able to walk for weeks when I'm finished with you."
England couldn't believe that he was becoming aroused again, just from listening to this little brat carry on.
...He was never going to be able to listen to those cocky speeches during world meetings ever again, unless he wanted to get hard in front of the whole world.
"Good job." America quickly went to work on his former-father country, fingers dipping into him slowly. He worked to stretch the other, not wanting to cause him pain, but damn-- He was really tight.
"Quit taking your God-damned time, you arse!"
America raised an eyebrow. "Alright, you asked for it."
He sometimes forgot that Arthur was an bitchy little douchebag...
Oh wait, no he didn't.
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But, yea, only a moment.
He began a steady pace, biting his lip as he brought a hand to Arthur's hips once more. The other, however, found a new home under Arthur's left leg, lifting it up slightly to hit a new angle and--
"Ahh-- Alfred!! Nnghh!"
Yup. That's what he wanted to hear.
Alfred stoppped, leaning over to catch an erect nipple between his teeth.
"Oh, no! Did I hurt you? Should I stop?" He breathed against Arthur's skin, feigning worry for the smaller man beneath him.
He found humor in the fact that Arthur could barely form words at that moment.
"No! Don't stop! Never stop! Please, Alfred, please!"
"Don't stop? Don't stop what?" The young nation grinned as he backed up once more, beginning to rock against the other softly.
"That spot, please hit it again! Don't play dumb with me~ Ahhh!"
Okay, so he had his fun, it was time to get to serious business!
Alfred lifted Arthur's leg a bit more, hitting his prostate dead on.
"Yes! Fuck me harder!" America never would have pegged Arthur as the vocal type, but whatever, he wasn't complaining. He doubled his thrusts, not caring one bit when he heard the sound of the plate of grossness from earlier crashing to the floor. In fact, it kinda added to his arousal. Just to think, this all started from that nasty food--
Arthur hands snaked their way down, reaching for his renewed erection. Alfred, smirking, decided that he was going to be an asshole one final time for the night.
"Hmm, nope!" He looped his arm completely under Arthur's leg, leaning forward enough to grab the nearest arm. The hand that had formerly been digging it's claws into Arthur's hips caught his remaining one.
Arthur growled at him, but Alfred matched his anger with his playfulness.
"No. I'm gonna make you come again. I'm going to make you come without letting your touch yourself." Sure, his thrusts were a tiny bit more flimsy now, but he was pretty sure of himself.
The new angle he had accidentally created for them was a winner.
Arthur threw his head back in ecstasy as Alfred's mouth found his nipple again, thrusting so hard into him, hitting him directly where it felt best.
"Alfred. Fuck. I--"
"Tell me how it feels." Alfred's tongue darted out to play with the pink nub before him.
"So good! Oh, fuck, it's so good!" He couldn't help himself. As much as Arthur wished that he could have stuck it to Alfred and not come, he was already there. Again. Twice.
There would be no speaking with Alfred after this. No wonder that guy was so high on himself.
"Come for me."
Arthur was finished, his seed coating his belly along with Alfred's.
The other country was not far behind him, the overwhelming tightness from Arthur's muscles going haywire was too much to handle.
Shaking, but careful not to fall on England, America let a goofy smile grace his features. "That. Was. Awesome!"
"You brat, you smashed my favorite serving plate!"
America leaned forward to place a sweet kiss on England's lips, the first of the night, "It had been ruined long before I got to it, love."
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Hope this was enjoyable and doesn't have too many screw-ups! I didn't proofread, because I was super excited to post it. hahah!
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/claps
/wipes nosebleed
/changes panties
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Hot.
*fails*
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I'll be in my bunk.
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