Sunrise Ranch, February 14, 1905
Title: Sunrise Ranch, February 14, 1905
Author: Raikana Sakaro
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Alfred, Matthew
Warnings: This is an AU in early Edwardian Montana, near the Canada/US border. Human names used because they are human. PORN.
Summary: Matthew is a farmhand who finds work on Alfred's horse ranch, and ends up falling in love. A continuation of a de-anon from the Hetalia kink meme. Matthew spills some syrup on Alfred's lap. Sex ensues
February 14, 1905
Matthew smiled as he padded around the kitchen in his stocking feet and clean apron, stirring batter in a bowl as he waited for the stove to finish warming up. He set the bowl down on the counter and turned his smile on Alfred as the other man shuffled down the stairs.
“Good morning,” he called as the American sat down heavily, still wearing his dirty union suit. He dipped his fingers into the water bucket and let he liquid drip onto the pan, leaning close to check on it. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”
Alfred grunted tiredly and laid his head down on his arms. Matthew stood up and grabbed his batter, reaching down to pat the older man’s back as he turned to the stove. “Maybe tonight you should spend the night sleeping, sir, instead of pestering me.”
Alfred turned his head to one side with a tired, yet wry, grin on his lips. “But pestering you is such fun, Matt. You can’t expect me to stop now.”
Matthew sighed as he coated the bottom of the pan with butter. “You could keep it to a reasonable hour, at least...”
Alfred chuckled and buried his face into his arms again. “You would say that. Fine. I’ll stop pestering you so much. Just wait...you’ll beg for it.”
“I doubt that, sir,” Matthew replied with a small smile, scooping up some of the batter with a spoon and letting it drip into the pan, spreading out in a small circle.
Alfred drummed his fingers against his leg for a moment, then leaned back in his chair to look at Matthew. “Can I eat, now?” he asked eagerly, trying to see around the other man as he smelled the pancakes cooking.
“Not yet, sir,” the young man replied. “Just be patient and I’ll tell you when they’re done.” He calmly flipped the half-cooked batter as he raised one foot behind him and landed a solid kick to the back of Alfred’s chair, sending it crashing back to all four feet.
The older man pouted and crossed his arms to wait. With much twiddling of thumbs and tapping of toes, he managed to keep quiet as he listened to the quiet scrape of metal on metal, the smell of batter making his stomach gurgle with hunger. He started drumming his fingers again as he heard the soft clink of plates on the wooden counter.
Matthew carefully slipped the pancakes onto the two plates, stacking them neatly and adding a small pat of butter before he took the glass jar of syrup and drizzled the last of it over the two stacks.
Alfred glanced down when he heard a plaintive mew to see the cat twine itself around his feet. He nudged it away with a small glower. “Shoo. Get away from me. Go,” he said, nudging it harder, shoving it towards the other man. “He’s over there. Go bother him.”
Matthew picked up the plates and turned with a small smile on his face, but when he went to step over to the table, the cat twined herself neatly between his legs, meowing insistently at him. His foot caught her in the side and he stumbled into the table, trying to get his legs back under him as she yowled and ran away.
He fell on the edge of the table, cursing quietly under his breath, but one of the plates fell onto Alfred’s lap as he caught himself with one hand. He grunted as he set the second plate on the table and pushed himself upright again.
Matthew rubbed his aching stomach with one hand and glanced down at Alfred’s lap, mortified as he saw the mess of freshly cooked batter, syrup, and butter splattered down the front of the already-dingy union suit. He quickly dropped to his knees in front of the older man and pulled the plate off, setting it up on the table as he started picking off bits of pancake. He chewed on his lip in concentration as he peeled off the fluffy dough and dropped the pieces on the now-empty plate.
Alfred licked his lips as he watched Matthew work, suppressing a moan every time the young man’s fingers brushed over his crotch. His tongue felt raw and bloody from the constant pressure of his teeth by the time Matthew finished. A moan finally slipped past his teeth as he watched the young man lick the syrup off his fingers.
Matthew’s head snapped up to look at Alfred’s face when he heard the lewd noise, then he became suddenly and painfully aware of what he was doing. He flushed red and stood up, trying to move away from the older man, but Alfred grabbed his wrist and stuck out his tongue to lick the rest of the syrup from Matthew’s fingers. “Please don’t go, Matt.”
Matthew looked away from the bright blue eyes, but got down on his knees again, shivering as the warm, rough tongue brushed over his fingertips. He took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of syrup mixed with unwashed Alfred. He moaned quietly and leaned down to lick some of the dripping syrup from the older man’s thigh, bracing his free hand against Alfred’s knee.
Alfred rolled his hips up to meet Matthew’s mouth as he ran the edges of his teeth down the rough fingers. “Yes, Matt...like that...more...” he whispered, pressing the young man’s fingers against his mouth. He reached down with his free hand and rubbed his thumb over Matthew’s chin, cheeks, and jaw, feeling the rough stubble just starting to grow out again.
Matthew moved his mouth from splatter to dribble to stain, licking and sucking the syrup out of the fabric as best he could. He leaned into Alfred’s gentle touches as he worked, moving closer and closer to the growing bulge between his legs. Alfred’s breathing grew heavier as he approached it, breathing in deeply then letting it out in a giant rush.
Matthew pulled away from Alfred’s thigh for a moment to let the other man cool down before he leaned in to suck the syrup from his stomach. He felt the muscles twitch under the fabric and ran his hand gently along Alfred’s thigh.
Alfred’s hips jerked again and he squeezed Matthew’s captive hand, too distracted to play with it anymore. “M-matt...” he stuttered, his stomach moving in erratic breaths. “Matt, n-no-oooh! You don...don’t want to...” His eyes rolled back and he moaned as the young man’s fingers pressed a particularly sensitive spot on his legs.
Matthew looked up at Alfred’s neck and watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down quickly. He pulled his second hand from the American’s loose grip and used it to undo the bottom buttons on the wool suit as he pressed his other palm against Alfred’s thigh, urging it open. He bit down harder on his lip as he stared at the erection in front of him, freezing for a moment before finally wrapping his hand around it.
He tried to move his hand, but found it sticking to the warm skin because of the tacky syrup. He frowned, warmth flooding his cheeks as he leaned down close enough to smell the drying syrup mixed with last night’s sex, and peeled his fingers back to spit on them. He slicked his fingers up and down the shaft, resting his cheek against one thigh as he started stroking, his nostrils still full of Alfred’s scent.
Alfred finally wrested back control of his body and raised his head to look at Matthew, nearly losing control at the sight of him staring intently at the erection. He reached out with one shaky hand and dipped his fingers into the syrup pooled on the second plate before gently rubbing them over his head with a moan.
Matthew licked his lips and kept rubbing, trying to ignore the enticing scent of maple, just inches from his face. Alfred’s hand disappeared from his field of view and when it came back, the smell of syrup was even stronger. Matthew swallowed hard and watched intently as the brown liquid slowly rolled down Alfred’s shaft. After a brief fight with his willpower, Matthew leaned forward, just before the droplet disappeared under his fingers, and lapped it up, moaning at the taste of salt mixed in with the sweet syrup.
Alfred shuddered when he finally felt Matthew’s tongue brush against his dick. He scooped up more syrup with his fingers and drizzled it across the red tip, moaning brazenly as the warm mouth wrapped around the sensitive skin. He gasped when Matthew suckled gently on it, the firm, wet, soft tongue dragging around the tip, setting his nerves alight. Breathing heavily as he tried not to erupt, Alfred rubbed his thumb across Matthew’s upper lip, leaving a trail of sticky syrup behind.
Matthew drew back once he had licked the last of the syrup from the older man’s skin and licked his lips as he moved his hand in strong, swift strokes. He felt Alfred’s fingers rub against his lips again and opened his mouth, closing his eyes as he licked and sucked the sweet syrup from the work-rough digits.
Alfred grabbed the young man’s hair with his free hand as he gasped, his hips jerking into the slippery fist. When Matthew’s thumb pressed and rubbed against the underside of his head, his grip tightened, tugging the blond locks as he shot his seed on his wool suit and Matthew’s patterned sleeve. He sucked in deep heaving breaths as his body relaxed again.
Matthew swiped his tongue across Alfred’s fingers one last time before he pulled away and stood up. He snatched a cleaning rag from the counter and used it to wipe off his hands and sleeve as best he could. He ran his tongue around his lips once more and tossed the rag on the older man’s lap. “You should get cleaned up and put that away before you catch cold.”
Alfred moaned and wiped himself clean with the soft fabric. “That...Matt...you...”
Matthew huffed and turned to re-distribute the pancakes between the two plates, ducking his head to hide his still-flushed cheeks. “I just didn’t want to waste perfectly good syrup. I won’t have any more for another month,” he muttered, pushing one of the plates over to Alfred.
He quickly took the other plate and sat across from Alfred, squeezing his thighs together. “Now eat your breakfast before it gets any colder,” he said, trying to concentrate on his own food. After a few minutes of listless chewing, he glanced at Alfred and stood up, hurrying to the stairs.
The older man looked up from his food and raised an eyebrow at Matthew. “Where’re you going?”
Matthew cleared his throat and hid his bulge with his leg. “I’m going to get you a new union suit and some proper clothes. You can’t walk around like that.”
Alfred suddenly smiled laughed around his mouthful of food. “I told you before, Matt. You just have to ask if you want some help.”
Matthew huffed again and hurried up the rest of the stairs.
SILLY CAPS
Author: Raikana Sakaro
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Alfred, Matthew
Warnings: This is an AU in early Edwardian Montana, near the Canada/US border. Human names used because they are human. PORN.
Summary: Matthew is a farmhand who finds work on Alfred's horse ranch, and ends up falling in love. A continuation of a de-anon from the Hetalia kink meme. Matthew spills some syrup on Alfred's lap. Sex ensues
February 14, 1905
Matthew smiled as he padded around the kitchen in his stocking feet and clean apron, stirring batter in a bowl as he waited for the stove to finish warming up. He set the bowl down on the counter and turned his smile on Alfred as the other man shuffled down the stairs.
“Good morning,” he called as the American sat down heavily, still wearing his dirty union suit. He dipped his fingers into the water bucket and let he liquid drip onto the pan, leaning close to check on it. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”
Alfred grunted tiredly and laid his head down on his arms. Matthew stood up and grabbed his batter, reaching down to pat the older man’s back as he turned to the stove. “Maybe tonight you should spend the night sleeping, sir, instead of pestering me.”
Alfred turned his head to one side with a tired, yet wry, grin on his lips. “But pestering you is such fun, Matt. You can’t expect me to stop now.”
Matthew sighed as he coated the bottom of the pan with butter. “You could keep it to a reasonable hour, at least...”
Alfred chuckled and buried his face into his arms again. “You would say that. Fine. I’ll stop pestering you so much. Just wait...you’ll beg for it.”
“I doubt that, sir,” Matthew replied with a small smile, scooping up some of the batter with a spoon and letting it drip into the pan, spreading out in a small circle.
Alfred drummed his fingers against his leg for a moment, then leaned back in his chair to look at Matthew. “Can I eat, now?” he asked eagerly, trying to see around the other man as he smelled the pancakes cooking.
“Not yet, sir,” the young man replied. “Just be patient and I’ll tell you when they’re done.” He calmly flipped the half-cooked batter as he raised one foot behind him and landed a solid kick to the back of Alfred’s chair, sending it crashing back to all four feet.
The older man pouted and crossed his arms to wait. With much twiddling of thumbs and tapping of toes, he managed to keep quiet as he listened to the quiet scrape of metal on metal, the smell of batter making his stomach gurgle with hunger. He started drumming his fingers again as he heard the soft clink of plates on the wooden counter.
Matthew carefully slipped the pancakes onto the two plates, stacking them neatly and adding a small pat of butter before he took the glass jar of syrup and drizzled the last of it over the two stacks.
Alfred glanced down when he heard a plaintive mew to see the cat twine itself around his feet. He nudged it away with a small glower. “Shoo. Get away from me. Go,” he said, nudging it harder, shoving it towards the other man. “He’s over there. Go bother him.”
Matthew picked up the plates and turned with a small smile on his face, but when he went to step over to the table, the cat twined herself neatly between his legs, meowing insistently at him. His foot caught her in the side and he stumbled into the table, trying to get his legs back under him as she yowled and ran away.
He fell on the edge of the table, cursing quietly under his breath, but one of the plates fell onto Alfred’s lap as he caught himself with one hand. He grunted as he set the second plate on the table and pushed himself upright again.
Matthew rubbed his aching stomach with one hand and glanced down at Alfred’s lap, mortified as he saw the mess of freshly cooked batter, syrup, and butter splattered down the front of the already-dingy union suit. He quickly dropped to his knees in front of the older man and pulled the plate off, setting it up on the table as he started picking off bits of pancake. He chewed on his lip in concentration as he peeled off the fluffy dough and dropped the pieces on the now-empty plate.
Alfred licked his lips as he watched Matthew work, suppressing a moan every time the young man’s fingers brushed over his crotch. His tongue felt raw and bloody from the constant pressure of his teeth by the time Matthew finished. A moan finally slipped past his teeth as he watched the young man lick the syrup off his fingers.
Matthew’s head snapped up to look at Alfred’s face when he heard the lewd noise, then he became suddenly and painfully aware of what he was doing. He flushed red and stood up, trying to move away from the older man, but Alfred grabbed his wrist and stuck out his tongue to lick the rest of the syrup from Matthew’s fingers. “Please don’t go, Matt.”
Matthew looked away from the bright blue eyes, but got down on his knees again, shivering as the warm, rough tongue brushed over his fingertips. He took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of syrup mixed with unwashed Alfred. He moaned quietly and leaned down to lick some of the dripping syrup from the older man’s thigh, bracing his free hand against Alfred’s knee.
Alfred rolled his hips up to meet Matthew’s mouth as he ran the edges of his teeth down the rough fingers. “Yes, Matt...like that...more...” he whispered, pressing the young man’s fingers against his mouth. He reached down with his free hand and rubbed his thumb over Matthew’s chin, cheeks, and jaw, feeling the rough stubble just starting to grow out again.
Matthew moved his mouth from splatter to dribble to stain, licking and sucking the syrup out of the fabric as best he could. He leaned into Alfred’s gentle touches as he worked, moving closer and closer to the growing bulge between his legs. Alfred’s breathing grew heavier as he approached it, breathing in deeply then letting it out in a giant rush.
Matthew pulled away from Alfred’s thigh for a moment to let the other man cool down before he leaned in to suck the syrup from his stomach. He felt the muscles twitch under the fabric and ran his hand gently along Alfred’s thigh.
Alfred’s hips jerked again and he squeezed Matthew’s captive hand, too distracted to play with it anymore. “M-matt...” he stuttered, his stomach moving in erratic breaths. “Matt, n-no-oooh! You don...don’t want to...” His eyes rolled back and he moaned as the young man’s fingers pressed a particularly sensitive spot on his legs.
Matthew looked up at Alfred’s neck and watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down quickly. He pulled his second hand from the American’s loose grip and used it to undo the bottom buttons on the wool suit as he pressed his other palm against Alfred’s thigh, urging it open. He bit down harder on his lip as he stared at the erection in front of him, freezing for a moment before finally wrapping his hand around it.
He tried to move his hand, but found it sticking to the warm skin because of the tacky syrup. He frowned, warmth flooding his cheeks as he leaned down close enough to smell the drying syrup mixed with last night’s sex, and peeled his fingers back to spit on them. He slicked his fingers up and down the shaft, resting his cheek against one thigh as he started stroking, his nostrils still full of Alfred’s scent.
Alfred finally wrested back control of his body and raised his head to look at Matthew, nearly losing control at the sight of him staring intently at the erection. He reached out with one shaky hand and dipped his fingers into the syrup pooled on the second plate before gently rubbing them over his head with a moan.
Matthew licked his lips and kept rubbing, trying to ignore the enticing scent of maple, just inches from his face. Alfred’s hand disappeared from his field of view and when it came back, the smell of syrup was even stronger. Matthew swallowed hard and watched intently as the brown liquid slowly rolled down Alfred’s shaft. After a brief fight with his willpower, Matthew leaned forward, just before the droplet disappeared under his fingers, and lapped it up, moaning at the taste of salt mixed in with the sweet syrup.
Alfred shuddered when he finally felt Matthew’s tongue brush against his dick. He scooped up more syrup with his fingers and drizzled it across the red tip, moaning brazenly as the warm mouth wrapped around the sensitive skin. He gasped when Matthew suckled gently on it, the firm, wet, soft tongue dragging around the tip, setting his nerves alight. Breathing heavily as he tried not to erupt, Alfred rubbed his thumb across Matthew’s upper lip, leaving a trail of sticky syrup behind.
Matthew drew back once he had licked the last of the syrup from the older man’s skin and licked his lips as he moved his hand in strong, swift strokes. He felt Alfred’s fingers rub against his lips again and opened his mouth, closing his eyes as he licked and sucked the sweet syrup from the work-rough digits.
Alfred grabbed the young man’s hair with his free hand as he gasped, his hips jerking into the slippery fist. When Matthew’s thumb pressed and rubbed against the underside of his head, his grip tightened, tugging the blond locks as he shot his seed on his wool suit and Matthew’s patterned sleeve. He sucked in deep heaving breaths as his body relaxed again.
Matthew swiped his tongue across Alfred’s fingers one last time before he pulled away and stood up. He snatched a cleaning rag from the counter and used it to wipe off his hands and sleeve as best he could. He ran his tongue around his lips once more and tossed the rag on the older man’s lap. “You should get cleaned up and put that away before you catch cold.”
Alfred moaned and wiped himself clean with the soft fabric. “That...Matt...you...”
Matthew huffed and turned to re-distribute the pancakes between the two plates, ducking his head to hide his still-flushed cheeks. “I just didn’t want to waste perfectly good syrup. I won’t have any more for another month,” he muttered, pushing one of the plates over to Alfred.
He quickly took the other plate and sat across from Alfred, squeezing his thighs together. “Now eat your breakfast before it gets any colder,” he said, trying to concentrate on his own food. After a few minutes of listless chewing, he glanced at Alfred and stood up, hurrying to the stairs.
The older man looked up from his food and raised an eyebrow at Matthew. “Where’re you going?”
Matthew cleared his throat and hid his bulge with his leg. “I’m going to get you a new union suit and some proper clothes. You can’t walk around like that.”
Alfred suddenly smiled laughed around his mouthful of food. “I told you before, Matt. You just have to ask if you want some help.”
Matthew huffed again and hurried up the rest of the stairs.
SILLY CAPS
