Re: Hypochondria (FINAL)
anonymous
April 18 2009, 03:27:03 UTC
Alfred was sick of all this crying BS. He grabbed Arthur by the shoulders and shook him. "Listen, if you want someone to remember you kissing them, this is how you do it." And he kissed him. With tongue. Before Arthur could react beyond stopping crying. He leaned back again after it all and stared right into those reddened green eyes. The shocked expression made him laugh out loud.
"Don't laugh at me!"
Alfred kissed him again, this time knocking him over with his higher body weight. He laced his fingers with the ungloved hand, his other hand on the side of Arthur's face, tracing the raw skin where tears had fallen harshly moments before. Arthur's gloved hand had grabbed a clump of the bespectacled man's hair. He'd also wrapped his legs around the man kissing him. Alfred began to undo the Brit's clothing, pulling it open and rubbing his skin.
The American broke away with a little grin before kissing his neck and body. "Alfred..." Arthur whined, bucking his hips up against the man above him, begging for some form of sexual release. Alfred tried his hardest not to be a little weirded out by the hard form that was now pressing against his stomach.
"Why didn't you tell me before that you liked me?"
"I-I don't like you...."
"Of course not." Let him be in denial.
Arthur laughed.
"You ticklish or something?"
"It's amazing how quickly you recover from your stupid 'depression'."
Alfred paused, then bit down on his collarbone, eliciting a pained noise. He smiled. "You too."
A/N: Sorry if this sucks, first fanfic I've written in years
"Don't laugh at me!"
Alfred kissed him again, this time knocking him over with his higher body weight. He laced his fingers with the ungloved hand, his other hand on the side of Arthur's face, tracing the raw skin where tears had fallen harshly moments before. Arthur's gloved hand had grabbed a clump of the bespectacled man's hair. He'd also wrapped his legs around the man kissing him. Alfred began to undo the Brit's clothing, pulling it open and rubbing his skin.
The American broke away with a little grin before kissing his neck and body. "Alfred..." Arthur whined, bucking his hips up against the man above him, begging for some form of sexual release. Alfred tried his hardest not to be a little weirded out by the hard form that was now pressing against his stomach.
"Why didn't you tell me before that you liked me?"
"I-I don't like you...."
"Of course not." Let him be in denial.
Arthur laughed.
"You ticklish or something?"
"It's amazing how quickly you recover from your stupid 'depression'."
Alfred paused, then bit down on his collarbone, eliciting a pained noise. He smiled. "You too."
A/N: Sorry if this sucks, first fanfic I've written in years
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OP really enjoyed this, writer. ♥ ♥
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A moldy scone made by Arthur is just... overkill.
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