Daddy Issues (4/?)
anonymous
May 7 2009, 17:23:00 UTC
"Please, what?" Arthur demands. His hand is hovering over Matthew's cloth-covered erection, and the heat of the proximity causes the cock to twitch in anticipation.
"Touch me." Matthew nearly cries as he says it, and he's sure that there are tears of relief streaking down his face when he finally feels Arthur tug his briefs down to free his swollen penis. Arthur's hand is so big and warm as it closes around Matthew and begins to stroke him gently, up and down and around. With his thumb, Arthur smears the wetness around and underneath the head, causing Matthew to screw his eyes shut and mewl pathetically, nuzzling his head back into the crook of Francis' neck. His flailing hands reach out and dig fingers into the Frenchman's side, pulling at the older nation and shifting his weight until he is fully on the bed, lying crosswise against Matthew's upper torso. Arthur's other hand has begun to roll and caress his balls in their sac, and desperate to silence the humiliating noises coming from his mouth, Matthew grasps at Francis' fine hair with one hand and crashes their lips together.
Francis licks at Matthew's tongue and then runs his own tongue along Matthew's teeth. As their lips tangle, he brings a hand up to tenderly wipe away the moisture on Matthew's cheek, then he pulls away and says, "Sit in my lap, enfant," and Matthew does. He allows Francis to sit him upright and settle behind him, feeling the press of the older nation's erection against his backside as Francis begins to bite and suckle at the juncture of Matthew's neck and shoulder while his thumbs brush over the hardened nubs of the younger nation's nipples. "Tres beau, mon petit chou. You are so lovely."
Matthew can feel Arthur's breath on his straining cock, the pink tongue from behind Arthur's plump lips. "Is this what you want, boy?" the Brit asks. From this angle, he has an oh-so-perfect view of Arthur bent over him, no longer on the edge of the bed but straddling Matthew's legs now, green eyes peering up at him from underneath his fringe. Arthur's gaze lingers on Francis for a moment, looking something of a mixture between stern and determined, before it flicks back to Matthew. His hand is still stroking and pumping firmly, the brush of his jacket sleeve rough against Matthew's sweat-slicked skin. "Do you need special attention tonight? Do you need us to take care of you, my child?"
"Do you want l'Angleterre to suck your cock, mon fils?" Francis breathes the question into his ear.
Matthew nods, and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. That mouth is so close, he's fisting the covers tightly, and Arthur's breath is so hot.
"Then tell him."
"P-p-please," he whimpers, feeling more tears spring forth. "Arthur, s-suck me. Please."
Arthur continues to stroke Matthew a few more times before he bends down to wrap his lips around the head of the cock, running his tongue in circles over it before delving into the foreskin around it. Trembling in pleasure, Matthew sucks in a loud breath through his teeth and bucks his hips upward, trying to get more of his cock into that warm, wet mouth, but Arthur places a hand on his stomach and pins him to the bed. "Ahahoooh," Matthew says with a groan, half from the pleasure and half from the ticklishness of his midsection. He can feel Francis gently thrusting against his rear, and he reaches up again to grasp at the Frenchman's hair, leaning his head backwards so that their lips can meet for another kiss.
Eyes closed, Arthur bobs up and down on the length of the penis, sucking and nibbling along the sides, kissing down to the base, and lapping at his testicles before moving back to the head. Matthew's free hand, still fisting in the sheets, comes up to rest on top of Arthur's head, guiding him further down the erection until he can nearly feel it at the back of Arthur's throat, and when the older nation sucks in his cheeks, oh, God, Matthew's toes curl in his socks. He knows he won't last much longer.
He tears his mouth away from Francis long enough to cry, "Oh, oh. Oh, I'm going to--" He can't stop the words from slipping off of his tongue. "Daddy, I'm going to come."
Re: Daddy Issues (4/?)
anonymous
May 7 2009, 23:54:45 UTC
Agreeing with other anons, definitely hot! ...but why do I feel like I just read this recently, only with a Alfred in place of Francis? Not just the daddy kink, but the fic itself feels familiar. Oh well, it's not really important. Not like there can be too much daddy kink, right? ;)
"Touch me." Matthew nearly cries as he says it, and he's sure that there are tears of relief streaking down his face when he finally feels Arthur tug his briefs down to free his swollen penis. Arthur's hand is so big and warm as it closes around Matthew and begins to stroke him gently, up and down and around. With his thumb, Arthur smears the wetness around and underneath the head, causing Matthew to screw his eyes shut and mewl pathetically, nuzzling his head back into the crook of Francis' neck. His flailing hands reach out and dig fingers into the Frenchman's side, pulling at the older nation and shifting his weight until he is fully on the bed, lying crosswise against Matthew's upper torso. Arthur's other hand has begun to roll and caress his balls in their sac, and desperate to silence the humiliating noises coming from his mouth, Matthew grasps at Francis' fine hair with one hand and crashes their lips together.
Francis licks at Matthew's tongue and then runs his own tongue along Matthew's teeth. As their lips tangle, he brings a hand up to tenderly wipe away the moisture on Matthew's cheek, then he pulls away and says, "Sit in my lap, enfant," and Matthew does. He allows Francis to sit him upright and settle behind him, feeling the press of the older nation's erection against his backside as Francis begins to bite and suckle at the juncture of Matthew's neck and shoulder while his thumbs brush over the hardened nubs of the younger nation's nipples. "Tres beau, mon petit chou. You are so lovely."
Matthew can feel Arthur's breath on his straining cock, the pink tongue from behind Arthur's plump lips. "Is this what you want, boy?" the Brit asks. From this angle, he has an oh-so-perfect view of Arthur bent over him, no longer on the edge of the bed but straddling Matthew's legs now, green eyes peering up at him from underneath his fringe. Arthur's gaze lingers on Francis for a moment, looking something of a mixture between stern and determined, before it flicks back to Matthew. His hand is still stroking and pumping firmly, the brush of his jacket sleeve rough against Matthew's sweat-slicked skin. "Do you need special attention tonight? Do you need us to take care of you, my child?"
"Do you want l'Angleterre to suck your cock, mon fils?" Francis breathes the question into his ear.
Matthew nods, and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. That mouth is so close, he's fisting the covers tightly, and Arthur's breath is so hot.
"Then tell him."
"P-p-please," he whimpers, feeling more tears spring forth. "Arthur, s-suck me. Please."
Arthur continues to stroke Matthew a few more times before he bends down to wrap his lips around the head of the cock, running his tongue in circles over it before delving into the foreskin around it. Trembling in pleasure, Matthew sucks in a loud breath through his teeth and bucks his hips upward, trying to get more of his cock into that warm, wet mouth, but Arthur places a hand on his stomach and pins him to the bed. "Ahahoooh," Matthew says with a groan, half from the pleasure and half from the ticklishness of his midsection. He can feel Francis gently thrusting against his rear, and he reaches up again to grasp at the Frenchman's hair, leaning his head backwards so that their lips can meet for another kiss.
Eyes closed, Arthur bobs up and down on the length of the penis, sucking and nibbling along the sides, kissing down to the base, and lapping at his testicles before moving back to the head. Matthew's free hand, still fisting in the sheets, comes up to rest on top of Arthur's head, guiding him further down the erection until he can nearly feel it at the back of Arthur's throat, and when the older nation sucks in his cheeks, oh, God, Matthew's toes curl in his socks. He knows he won't last much longer.
He tears his mouth away from Francis long enough to cry, "Oh, oh. Oh, I'm going to--" He can't stop the words from slipping off of his tongue. "Daddy, I'm going to come."
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*will also be in bunk*
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OH OH OH GOD.
More, oh God please, more author!anon. ;3;
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THANK YOU. PLEASE, KEEP GOING.
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Oh God, so hot. ♥
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My toes are curling too, Canada. This is so unbelievably hot.
askldfhdasdkfh FRANCE
Anon, I love you.
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UNF UNF UNF
This is the sexiest piece of writing ever. Here please have some internets.
"Daddy, I'm going to come."
I think that gave me a nosebleed. This is just so good! authoranon, you have made me the happiest OP in the history of forever and ever.
Do you want my soul? 'Cause I'll give it to you, this fic is just that awesome.
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HA. I think matthew has a REASON to UTTER some things ;D -shot-
Oh man oh man this is amazzzzing so far, Im tempted to write a doujin <333
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