I'm reposted the first bit because it's so short. I thought that i would be longer. -------------------------------------
Arthur was walking though the halls when a noise caught his attention. It was a surprise because he had thought that he was alone in the building.
He paused and as he listened he could begin to tell that it was two voices. Curious he turned the corner closer to the source. After a few feet Arthur could tall that one of the voices was that of Francis. That Bastard!
Angrily he walked toward the room that the voice came from and kicked open the door only to be ignored by the pair inside. Arthur stopped & stared at the scene folding out before him. Francis had another nation pinned and half stripped on the table spreading his legs and letting Francis between them. Francis himself had lost his pants some where along the way and his shirt was unbuttoned.
It was the Identity of the nation that was being pressed into the table that surprised Arthur. It had been long time since he had seen Alfred like this. Flushed and visibly aroused.
Arthur was frozen in the door way watching the scene. It wasn't until Alfred rolled his eyes to the side and finally noticed him. Blue and green eyes locked and Arthur became aware of how aroused he was by this. Alfred blue eyes closed and he tossed his head back and Arthur moved.
With a few steps forward Arthur grabbed the back of Francis shirt and pulled him away from Alfred. Ignoring the surprised squawk from both, he quickly punched Francis in the face knocking him to the floor.
"You wine bastard." Arthur seethed.
"Jealous?" Francis mocked from the ground.
"Of you? Who can't even properly pleasure this lovers." Arthur ignored Francis indigent sputter and turned to America who had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching in surprise.
Arthur pushed Alfred back down onto the table with a passionate kiss. Alfred responded ardently and threaded one of his hands in Arthur's hair as Arthur's hands where unbuttoning his pants and pressed into Alfred.
Alfred had been slicked up enough that Arthur could slide inside with little resistance. Alfred started to moan as Arthur pushed into filling the hollow feeling that had been left by Francis.
Alfred clothes slid against his kin as he was being fucked by Arthur. Unlike Francis who had a running commentary going on during sex Arthur was silent letting out only soft moans every once in a while. Arthur's hands had migrated to Alfred's hips and had them in a tight grasp, holding him still. Arthur, Alfred was discovering, was a rougher lover than he was used to. But why then was it so good ? Then Arthur did something and all thoughts vacated Alfred's head and he just held onto the sensations.
Author anon is sorry, but I lost the notebook I was writing the fic in. Fortunately I found it. --------------------- Between Alfred's slick tightness and the way Arthur was biting at Alfreds neck. It was not that surprising that they reached the end after a few minutes, Arthur growling, swearing and Alfred almost knocked them off of the table in the heat of passion.
Afterwards they lay in soft panting and Arthur pressed a kiss to the side of Alfreds head, prompting a sleepy mutter. Arthur got off of the other, pulling out with a soft squishing noise. He looked back at his lover and felt an rush. If he had'nt just cum, Arthur would have been aroused. As it was he just admired the way his limbs were splayed out and the visible marks that Arthur had left on him, from the bruises on his hips to the slickness.
"Very nice." came a soft voice from down on the floor. Arthur looked over and saw Francis who he had completely forgotten about. From the smears of white on his hand Arthur could guess what had happened. "Care for a repeat performance sometime?"
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Arthur was walking though the halls when a noise caught his attention. It was a surprise because he had thought that he was alone in the building.
He paused and as he listened he could begin to tell that it was two voices. Curious he turned the corner closer to the source. After a few feet Arthur could tall that one of the voices was that of Francis. That Bastard!
Angrily he walked toward the room that the voice came from and kicked open the door only to be ignored by the pair inside. Arthur stopped & stared at the scene folding out before him. Francis had another nation pinned and half stripped on the table spreading his legs and letting Francis between them. Francis himself had lost his pants some where along the way and his shirt was unbuttoned.
It was the Identity of the nation that was being pressed into the table that surprised Arthur. It had been long time since he had seen Alfred like this. Flushed and visibly aroused.
Arthur was frozen in the door way watching the scene. It wasn't until Alfred rolled his eyes to the side and finally noticed him. Blue and green eyes locked and Arthur became aware of how aroused he was by this. Alfred blue eyes closed and he tossed his head back and Arthur moved.
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"You wine bastard." Arthur seethed.
"Jealous?" Francis mocked from the ground.
"Of you? Who can't even properly pleasure this lovers." Arthur ignored Francis indigent sputter and turned to America who had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching in surprise.
Arthur pushed Alfred back down onto the table with a passionate kiss. Alfred responded ardently and threaded one of his hands in Arthur's hair as Arthur's hands where unbuttoning his pants and pressed into Alfred.
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Alfred clothes slid against his kin as he was being fucked by Arthur. Unlike Francis who had a running commentary going on during sex Arthur was silent letting out only soft moans every once in a while. Arthur's hands had migrated to Alfred's hips and had them in a tight grasp, holding him still. Arthur, Alfred was discovering, was a rougher lover than he was used to. But why then was it so good ? Then Arthur did something and all thoughts vacated Alfred's head and he just held onto the sensations.
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Between Alfred's slick tightness and the way Arthur was biting at Alfreds neck. It was not that surprising that they reached the end after a few minutes, Arthur growling, swearing and Alfred almost knocked them off of the table in the heat of passion.
Afterwards they lay in soft panting and Arthur pressed a kiss to the side of Alfreds head, prompting a sleepy mutter. Arthur got off of the other, pulling out with a soft squishing noise. He looked back at his lover and felt an rush. If he had'nt just cum, Arthur would have been aroused. As it was he just admired the way his limbs were splayed out and the visible marks that Arthur had left on him, from the bruises on his hips to the slickness.
"Very nice." came a soft voice from down on the floor. Arthur looked over and saw Francis who he had completely forgotten about. From the smears of white on his hand Arthur could guess what had happened. "Care for a repeat performance sometime?"
Arthur's response was nonverbal but empathic.
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