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.
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.
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.
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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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