Sixty Years [3/?]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 04:47:50 UTC
It was at this point that Arthur got slightly fed up. He was being teased into submission by his former colony who was still fully clothed, and had kept him waiting for this for at least sixty years because of a fucking debt? To make matters worse, his pride wasn’t about to let him be fucked by this little upstart, who just freely admitted to being part French. Oh, he wanted him, but it wasn’t going to be like this. Nothing like this.
And Alfred found himself sprawled out on the floor, Arthur straddling him easily, and his wrists pinned above his head by one hand.
“If you think I’m about to be topped by you, you have another thing coming.” Alfred struggled against the man sitting quite neatly on his legs, but only ended up making them both moan desperately as he bucked up into Arthur. “I am going to fuck you blind.” It was at this point Alfred stopped struggling.
Arthur let go of his wrists and quickly yanked off the bomber jacket with the expertise of someone who had been doing this-or dreaming about it- for years.
“You are a fucking bastard, keeping me waiting for years. Wanted to do you since the Revolution.” He figured that since Alfred had found his erogenous zone, it was only fair to tug on the flyaway hair that represented Nantucket. Alfred groaned, rolling his head back onto the carpeted floor, hands reaching at Arthur’s waist, which Arthur pushed away. If he could be tormented, so could Alfred.
“I saw you for the first time, fighting, as a man, and I couldn’t resist. Wanked off to you after the battle. Twice.” Getting off Alfred’s shirt was too much of a problem, so he went straight for the pants. He yanked them down after a few seconds fumbling with the damn zipper, and set Alfred’s cock free. He grinned sadistically, leaning down so that his lips were just a few mere inches from the head and looked straight up at Alfred.
“Florida looks happy to see me,” he said, each syllable blowing a puff of air onto the sensitive skin.
“N-Not Florida. Ve-Vegas,” Alfred croaked out.
“The City of Sin? It figures. Well, let’s see how sinful it really is.” And then he didn’t talk anymore because he had a mouthful and Alfred was tangling his fingers in his hair, repeating the words ‘oh god’ over and over again.
Over the years, and especially those when he was a pirate, he had done this many a time. He wasn’t hesitant to say that he had his fair share of men. Especially when this particular man was under him, under his tongue, and he had wanted him for two fucking centuries, and he was wriggling and panting and Arthur loved it.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end, as he felt Alfred tense beneath him, and he drew away, not wanting him to come just yet. Alfred whimpered, his hips twitching at the loss of that warm, wet heat.
And Alfred found himself sprawled out on the floor, Arthur straddling him easily, and his wrists pinned above his head by one hand.
“If you think I’m about to be topped by you, you have another thing coming.” Alfred struggled against the man sitting quite neatly on his legs, but only ended up making them both moan desperately as he bucked up into Arthur. “I am going to fuck you blind.” It was at this point Alfred stopped struggling.
Arthur let go of his wrists and quickly yanked off the bomber jacket with the expertise of someone who had been doing this-or dreaming about it- for years.
“You are a fucking bastard, keeping me waiting for years. Wanted to do you since the Revolution.” He figured that since Alfred had found his erogenous zone, it was only fair to tug on the flyaway hair that represented Nantucket. Alfred groaned, rolling his head back onto the carpeted floor, hands reaching at Arthur’s waist, which Arthur pushed away. If he could be tormented, so could Alfred.
“I saw you for the first time, fighting, as a man, and I couldn’t resist. Wanked off to you after the battle. Twice.” Getting off Alfred’s shirt was too much of a problem, so he went straight for the pants. He yanked them down after a few seconds fumbling with the damn zipper, and set Alfred’s cock free. He grinned sadistically, leaning down so that his lips were just a few mere inches from the head and looked straight up at Alfred.
“Florida looks happy to see me,” he said, each syllable blowing a puff of air onto the sensitive skin.
“N-Not Florida. Ve-Vegas,” Alfred croaked out.
“The City of Sin? It figures. Well, let’s see how sinful it really is.” And then he didn’t talk anymore because he had a mouthful and Alfred was tangling his fingers in his hair, repeating the words ‘oh god’ over and over again.
Over the years, and especially those when he was a pirate, he had done this many a time. He wasn’t hesitant to say that he had his fair share of men. Especially when this particular man was under him, under his tongue, and he had wanted him for two fucking centuries, and he was wriggling and panting and Arthur loved it.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end, as he felt Alfred tense beneath him, and he drew away, not wanting him to come just yet. Alfred whimpered, his hips twitching at the loss of that warm, wet heat.
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