Sixty Years [5/5]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 04:53:38 UTC
“Alfred, I can’t-I have to-,” he said helplessly, hips already starting to twitch. He was so fucking warm and tight, that he was quickly losing control.
“Go, I’m good, just go,” Alfred said, lifting his head back up. Arthur nodded, and started to thrust, setting up an easy rhythm that drove deeper and deeper every time.
“Oh god,” Alfred moaned, thrusting back. “Take me, plunder me, I’m your new land all over again, I’m your property, I’m your fucking colony again. Take everything, tax me, fucking rob me blind, only don’t stop!”
Arthur sped up, driven on by those words that made warmth swell up in his stomach. He was so close, so very close, and he bit down on Alfred’s shoulder, hand going down to his cock to jerk him off.
Alfred just started to repeat his name, over and over and over again until it sounded like a bunch of letters thrown together, and there was white hot heat and everything was blurring around him and he came hard, pressing deep into Alfred, as deep as he could go. It only took a few more strokes for Alfred to scream-who knew he was a screamer?-and come all over their stomachs.
Arthur’s legs, which were holding them up, collapsed and they fell to the floor in a messy, sticky, sated, and blissfully happy heap. Arthur pulled out, resting next to Alfred, who had the dumbest, widest smile spread across his face. He couldn’t help but grin like a fool-a fool in love, he finally admitted to himself- and nuzzle Alfred’s neck, nose and lips tracing patterns on his skin.
He brought a hand around to Arthur’s waist, nestling his palm at the small of his back, right above the curve of his ass. “Didn’t know you liked to cuddle after sex.”
“You might be the exception. Don’t push your luck,” he said, mopping up cum on Alfred’s chest and licking it off his hand.
“I love you, you know,” Alfred added, pressing his lips into Arthur’s damp, sweaty hair.
“Don’t make me wait another two centuries, you git. I might go insane. And don’t hold out on me because of some idiot reason such as a war debt,” Arthur said, right back. Still, Alfred could feel his smile on his neck, and his breath, which was more than enough. This was Arthur’s way of saying ‘I love you so much it hurts.’
“Don’t worry, I don’t think I could last that long either. Still, it was worth the wait, wasn’t it?” Alfred asked, grinning. Arthur smacked his arm.
“Shut up, you sodding idiot.” Yep, Arthur loved him.
Re: Sixty Years [5/5]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 08:23:38 UTC
“Take me, plunder me, I’m your new land all over again, I’m your property, I’m your fucking colony again. Take everything, tax me, fucking rob me blind, only don’t stop!”
OP!anon awards bonus points and then some! OP is also peeing self with glee over this fic and the incredibly well written style.
Re: Sixty Years [5/5]
anonymous
June 30 2009, 09:44:20 UTC
anon finds it so ironic she used the phrase "If I was England and you were America, would you let me tax your tea?" as innuendo and saw the "tax me" line.
anon died of happiness at UKUS, and this was freaking awesome!
Re: Sixty Years [5/5]
anonymous
July 3 2009, 03:09:08 UTC
I JUST caught the switch from country to human names during my rereading of this fill. About damn time for Alfred and Arthur to get around to that mutual "repayment." Arthur topping is also unbelievably hot; there needs to be more UK/US, yes.
“Go, I’m good, just go,” Alfred said, lifting his head back up. Arthur nodded, and started to thrust, setting up an easy rhythm that drove deeper and deeper every time.
“Oh god,” Alfred moaned, thrusting back. “Take me, plunder me, I’m your new land all over again, I’m your property, I’m your fucking colony again. Take everything, tax me, fucking rob me blind, only don’t stop!”
Arthur sped up, driven on by those words that made warmth swell up in his stomach. He was so close, so very close, and he bit down on Alfred’s shoulder, hand going down to his cock to jerk him off.
Alfred just started to repeat his name, over and over and over again until it sounded like a bunch of letters thrown together, and there was white hot heat and everything was blurring around him and he came hard, pressing deep into Alfred, as deep as he could go. It only took a few more strokes for Alfred to scream-who knew he was a screamer?-and come all over their stomachs.
Arthur’s legs, which were holding them up, collapsed and they fell to the floor in a messy, sticky, sated, and blissfully happy heap. Arthur pulled out, resting next to Alfred, who had the dumbest, widest smile spread across his face. He couldn’t help but grin like a fool-a fool in love, he finally admitted to himself- and nuzzle Alfred’s neck, nose and lips tracing patterns on his skin.
He brought a hand around to Arthur’s waist, nestling his palm at the small of his back, right above the curve of his ass. “Didn’t know you liked to cuddle after sex.”
“You might be the exception. Don’t push your luck,” he said, mopping up cum on Alfred’s chest and licking it off his hand.
“I love you, you know,” Alfred added, pressing his lips into Arthur’s damp, sweaty hair.
“Don’t make me wait another two centuries, you git. I might go insane. And don’t hold out on me because of some idiot reason such as a war debt,” Arthur said, right back. Still, Alfred could feel his smile on his neck, and his breath, which was more than enough. This was Arthur’s way of saying ‘I love you so much it hurts.’
“Don’t worry, I don’t think I could last that long either. Still, it was worth the wait, wasn’t it?” Alfred asked, grinning. Arthur smacked his arm.
“Shut up, you sodding idiot.” Yep, Arthur loved him.
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OP!anon awards bonus points and then some! OP is also peeing self with glee over this fic and the incredibly well written style.
Bravo you incredible (punctual) wonder you.
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And writer!anon does like to be punctual, even though she did mull over writing this for three whole days.
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anon died of happiness at UKUS, and this was freaking awesome!
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I will now be in my bunk. For a long, long time.
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