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Title: Untitled
Word Count: 2,508
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: England/America
Warning: Smut
Summary: AU; There is no skipping detention.
Alfred grunted as he was roughly shoved over the desk he’d quickly been becoming familiar with the past few weeks. “What the fuck- you really dragged me all the way out here just to serve today’s detention?”
He’d been sleeping innocently in his bed when without warning he’d been roughly jerked out underneath the sheets. In his half sleep he only flailed wildly as he was pulled to God knows where, trying to make sense of everything.
It really hadn’t helped when he realized it was Arthur, and that he was in the school, coming to the realization he was most likely about to serve the detention he’d skipped that day.
Alfred grunted as he was roughly shoved over the desk he’d quickly been becoming familiar with the past few weeks. “What the fuck- you really dragged me all the way out here just to serve today’s detention? Honestly, it’s fucking midnight!”
"Well, you deserve it," Arthur purred, his voice husky with some dark emotion. "Obviously, there needs to be a more severe form of punishment to get through that thick skull of yours, if you think it’s okay to skip..."
Alfred wriggled a bit. "But I always come to your detentions." Totally not for the sex or anything. "Is it really that big of a deal if I skipped it one time?"
"Yes." And in one deft movement, he pulled down Alfred's pyjama bottoms (he didn't give him a chance to get changed when he dragged him out of bed), baring his ass to the world.
Alfred shivered as his pants and boxers were abruptly yanked down, the cool air ghosting over the newly exposed flesh and sending chills up his spine. "Ah....What are you going to do?"
"You'll find out." Arthur purred, and he reached over to pick up the ruler off of his desk, cracking it against his palm. It made a 'thwack' noise, and Arthur was satisfied that it wouldn't break if he used it on Alfred. Good.
Alfred tensed at the cracking of wood on flesh. "What was that?" He didn't dare turn around, too afraid to see what it was that had made the noise.
Arthur didn't answer verbally, instead he smirked, baring his teeth, and aiming the ruler, he let it fall on the bared rump with a resounding /crack/.
Alfred gave a yelp, starting and jerking away. "The hell!?"
"Don't move or you'll get another spank." Arthur's voice was hard, and he thwacked the ruler against the rump again, a strip of red starting to bloom into life.
Alfred jerked away again from the contact, hissing and flinching. "Ouch! Stop that! That hurts!"
Arthur's hand pressed down on the small of Alfred's back, holding him in place, "It's supposed to hurt," he said quite cheerfully, and /thwack/, the ruler cracked against Alfred's ass once more for the third time, the rump now starting to look a flushed red. Niiiiiice~ Arthur's mind purred.
Alfred wriggled under the hand keeping him still. "Well, I don't like it when it hurts!" He complained.
"Then you shouldn't skip my detentions," Arthur purred, hand caressing the hot ass, the tip of the ruler stroking down the inside of Alfred's thigh.
Alfred shivered, sighing softly as Arthur caressed his behind, the ruler trailing down his thigh not feeling half bad either.. "....Ah...."
Arthur lifted the ruler, and moved his hand away, trailing the ruler over the red, stinging ass instead. "So, for what important reason did you ditch my detention for anyway?" Arthur asked softly, the tip of the ruler digging into the plump ass slightly.
Alfred shifted a bit as the ruler dug into the sensitized skin. "I wanted to hang out with some of my other friends." He shrugged, not bothering with any sort of lie. "I haven't hung out with them in a while."
Arthur tutted. "That's not a good enough reason." The ruler was lifted, then lightly smacked Alfred's tender ass. "Detention is supposed to keep you away from your social life, to make sure that you don't get detention in the future." This had to have been, like, the ten millionth time Arthur had ever explained this to Alfred...he smacked him again just for good measure.
Alfred winced as it came down again, scowling. "You liar. I've been behaving, you just find any excuse possible to put me into detention so you can fuck me."
Arthur shrugged, patting the ruler against his palm and utterly unfazed by the scowl. "An odd definition you have of 'behaving'." Thick eyebrow raised, "Forgetting your books, talking in class, being your disruptive self...hardly seems like you were 'behaving'."
Alfred pouted. "I get away with it in other classes! You're just a stiff!"
"Maybe, maybe not," The ruler settled in Arthur's palm, and he curled his fingers around it, tone and expression utterly bland; "I don't care if you get away with it in other classes. I don't tolerate it in my class, and I thought you'd know this by now, Jones."
"Well, you should tolerate it." Alfred sniffed. "People would like you better if you did."
Arthur actually laughed, "Why should I care if I'm liked or not?" Honestly, Alfred of all people should know that he isn't an arsehole because he had a bad childhood. He's an arsehole because he was born an arsehole. He enjoyed antagonising people and being anti-social.
"Because if people like you and stuff you're most likely to get a promotion or pay raise?" Alfred offered. Seriously. He wouldn't mind hanging around Arthur so much if he would be nicer.
"I'm happy with what I get already. It's not like I'm poor." Arthur snorted, "And brown nosing it not my thing. People like me for how I'm like already, or they can piss off. I'm not changing myself for them."
"Stubborn idiot."
"Why, thank you." Arthur smirked, and leaned on the desk, placing his hand - and the ruler that the hand was holding - on the hard surface.
Alfred rested his forehead on the desk. "Please do not tell me you dragged me out of bed just to give me a spanking on my ass with a ruler."
"Fine. I won't tell you that I dragged you out of bed just to spank you with a ruler." Arthur chuckled.
"....You did, didn't you?"
Arthur leaned back. "Pretty much!" He sounded overly cheerful about the whole thing, smug even.
"Arthur." Alfred growled, looking up. "I swear, one of these days I'm going to fucking kill you."
Arthur snorted, eyes rolling. "Duly noted."
Alfred straightened. "Well...if that's all..." While the spanking might have been erotic in other situations, he was tired and irritated.
"Well, not all…” Arthur admitted, "Unless your ass is too sore to be fucked into my desk?" Hey, he had a small sadistic kink from hanging around Gilbert too long, and he needed a good fuck soon since Alfred skipped out on their usual fuck appointment.
"Only if you can force it." Alfred grumbled, pulling his pyjama pants back up and getting ready to leave.
Arthur nearly rolled his eyes. As much as he loathed to admit it, Alfred was bigger - and stronger (growl...) - than him. Forcing him without a surprise attack of handcuffs or handy will be hard.
"Oh, shame..." Arthur murmured as Alfred reached for the doorknob, "And I was planning on giving you your lapdance tonight too..."
Alfred froze midstep. "What? What was that?"
"A lapdance," Arthur smirked. Got him. "Me in that girl outfit? But, you know, you seem tired. Maybe some other time then..."
"W-wait!" Alfred whirled around, looking somewhat pained is if he knew he'd been hooked. "I...Right now?"
"Right now."
".....And I get it tonight if I bend over first.”
"That's correct."
The whole thing was rather suspicious, Alfred thought, torn. His eyes darted between the door and the desk. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he sidled back over to the desk. "Okay, okay..."
Arthur was smirking smugly. Hahah~ he was awesome- uh. He blinked when Alfred bent over the desk. Why was he channelling Gilbert just then? Well...whatever. Better things to focus on now. Eyes landed on the ass being bared to him once more, rump still pink from its earlier spanking.
Alfred's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and even a bit of shame. Ohhh, he was helpless when it came to something he wanted. "Just get it over with. I want my lapdance."
"Patience~" Arthur purred, stroking down the pink ass, planning to milk this for as long as possible. He spread the legs as wide as possible before crouching, and letting his tongue lick up the hot skin, soothing the stinging of his student's rump.
Alfred gave a soft whine, skin twitching where Arthur had licked it. His face was renewed with another wave of blush, forcing himself not to shrink away from the tongue. "Ah..."
Fingers stroked down the quivering thighs, giving the ass a thorough tongue bath, fingers stroking back up to gently spread the pink cheeks, tongue running down the cleft and over the tight anus.
"Ahh!" Alfred jerke flushed and starting to tremble a bit. Arthur had never done something quite like that before (biting, licking, but never there).
Arthur grinned wickedly before he rimmed Alfred' entrance lightly with his tongue. After mercilessly torturing his student like that, he bored it into the tight ass, fingers twisting awkwardly to spread Alfred's cheeks as wide as he could without hurting him to let his tongue plunge in deep.
Alfred gasped, head thrown back before moaning loudly, hips rocking back to the intrusion. "Ah! Ar-Arthur!" He twisted and writhed about, clawing at the desk, unable to handle the sudden new sensation.
Thrusting his tongue shallowly into the tight ass, Arthur feeling like some perverted anteater as he violated Alfred with his tongue. But, his tongue wriggled and plunged as deep as it could go, thoroughly lubricating the anus. Without hesitation Arthur shifted one of his hands to slip in two fingers, thrusting in and out with them.
Alfred arched, his breath coming out as heavy, accelerated pants. "I-Arthur! Ahhh~"His muscles clenched around the tongue as it moved in and out of him, not to mention the added fingers. Tremors wracked his body, cock throbbing and weeping heavily with the continued administrations, and then-
And then Arthur retracted his tongue with a filthy, wet noise, licking his lips in satisfaction. Mm, prepared enough.
Alfred whined at the loss, hips rocking and trying to find some sort of replacement. He’d been so close…!
Arthur patted the bum, "Horny teenagers," He chuckled to himself as he rose up, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His cock sprung free from their tight confines (the noises Alfred makes were so arousing), and he tightly gripped onto Alfred's hips, positioning himself before pushing in with a groan.
Alfred shuddered, muscles clenching and unclenching around Arthur's cock as he slid in. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to relax. It was difficult though as with even the slightest movement he would squeeze down on Arthur.
Buried up to the hilt, Arthur adjusted his hands from Alfred's hips to the desk, bracing himself as the muscles clenched and squeezed his throbbing cock. He let Alfred have a moment before rocking his hips, breathing hard, before he started to shallowly thrust - then pound Alfred into the desk.
Alfred braced himself against the desk using his forearms, moaning and starting to push back again. "Aah~ Arthur! Yes!" He mewled quietly as the thrusts started to get harder. He panted heavily, eyes fluttering shut as he allowed himself to fall into a steady tempo with Arthur.
The desk was creaking in such an arousing manner as Arthur continued to plough his student into the desk, growling lowly in his throat possessively; "God, yo-oh-ou're fuckin'~ /tight/!"
Alfred cried out suddenly as his prostate was hit, and he moaned, louder. "Please-god, Arthur, please! Hit that again!" He was pleading frantically, desperate for anything that could bring him over the edge.
How could Arthur not fall to his pleading. He thrust hard into that sweet spot, again, again, and again, jolting the desk enough that he heard some things fall of it with a clatter. "Fuck, yes, yes, j-jusst like that-!" Arthur gasped when muscles clenched so tight the friction nearly hurt, "Oh, god, Alfred~"
Alfred's own cock was throbbing, and the boy was whining frantically for anything, for release. "I-I-Arthur! God, yes! Arthur, yesss!" His muscles were starting to spasm, close to orgasm. "God, yesyesyes, ARTHUR MORE!"
Arthur growled at that, nearly ferally, and gave such a hard thrust the desk lurched, emitting a high pitched shriek as it was pushed a few inches forwards. He himself was close to release, and just wanted to fuck deeper, deeper into that tightness. He moooooaned, bending over Alfred and giving another, and another hard thrust, the desk screeching again as it was pushed forwards.
Alfred howled, back arching, he couldn't-!! "Howling out Arthur’s name he came at last underneath the desk. His body shook and spasmed with the force of his orgasm, nails digging into the desk so that there were half crescent imprints on it. His muscles convulsed wildly around Arthur’s still thrusting cock, squeezing down again and again with more force each time.
That was it. Arthur's fast, hard pace faltered when the muscles clenched down, and cried out when he came into Alfred's ass, humping desperately as he rode it out, "Oh, god, god, fuck, Alfred~" He moaned, elbows buckling and braced on his forearms, forehead pressed between Alfred's shoulder blades as his humping slowed.
Alfred grunted and groaned, body jerking with the continued thrusts until they stopped. He could feel the cum dribbling from his anus, down his thighs and then onto the floor, but did nothing to wipe it away. The lapdance was a trivial thing in his mind at the moment as he rested underneath Arthur.
Arthur remained slumped over Alfred, trying to catch his breath. Once he was certain he could move without disrupting the balance he had and falling down embarrassingly, he slowly pulled out of his student, and tucked himself back into his pants shakily, zipping and buttoning himself up. He gave a tired, and satisfied smirk, at seeing Alfred sprawled out on the desk like that, cum dribbling out of his ass down his thighs. Very sexy...
Alfred shifted, wincing at the twinge in his back but straightening. "Oi...What're you looking at?" If he wasn't tired before, he certainly was now.
"You looking like a cumslut," Arthur half-teased, chuckling under his breath.
"A what?" Alfred did a double take, glaring. "Excuse me?"
Arthur just shook his head, and waved a hand. "Never mind, google it when you get home."
"No, I know what it means." Alfred snapped. "And I'm not...that." He bent down briefly to snatch up teh tissue box, pulling several tissues from it and cleaning himself off.
Arthur laughed, smirking. “Come on, let’s just go back home.”
In the end, Alfred never did get his lapdance that night.