My headcanon tells me that America is France's bitch. In public, America acts like he can't stand France, but behind closed doors? America is a total slut that will do whatever France wants. And I want a fic of this. Make it happen, anon?
And I Know You Like it, Too [1/?]
anonymous
July 1 2009, 04:10:59 UTC
I figured I’d at least get started on this tonight - first time writing for these two, so I’m kinda hoping I don’t fail too too hard. I hope it’s the OP’s cuppa, and that you’ll all enjoy it too.
Also, slipped in writernon’s homecity. Hint: this takes place in September, during the G-20 summit. Title is from “Talk Dirty to Me.” ___
Despite Alfred’s whining, Francis finds himself liking the city they’re staying in. He’d been prepared to walk straight into a smog-infested lung cancer hazard, so he’s surprised when he finds he can see the skyline against the backdrop.
“All that smog,” Francis muses with a slight grin. “Those poor people.”
“I knew I should have walked faster.” Francis cuts his eyes over to the steering wheel to find Alfred gripping it hard enough to leave indents in the leather. “God, it’s like Musical Cars or something. It figures I’d be stuck riding alone with you
( ... )
And I Know You Like it, Too [2/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 01:19:10 UTC
“Don’t be. It’d be a huge favor.” Alfred slides off his dress coat, and his fingers - those clever, wonderful fingers - make quick work of his tie. He leaves that hanging around his neck as he starts to unbutton his dress shirt.
Francis smirks to himself and lifts the book to his face again. When Alfred looks at him, Francis lets his smile drop from his face, and his eyes rivet back to the dime-store romance novel.
“You were watching me, weren’t you, you bastard?” Alfred makes his way to the bed, plops down beside Francis with a sigh. Francis regrets that Alfred’s back is turned. “You would, of course. Probably undressing me with those eyes of yours.”
Francis watches as Alfred moves to unbutton his shirt. He grins.
“I hardly have to undress you with my eyes, mon cher. You’re doing quite a good job undressing yourself
( ... )
Re: And I Know You Like it, Too [2/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 02:13:27 UTC
8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
*wipes silly grin off this grinning anon's face*
Yes please continue? I don't know why but I'm totally loving this and being an incoherent anon who can only grin and grin and grin. Blushing and stammering and fuck-I-want-you-now! America is my new kink, if you get what I mean.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh~ Sorry if I'm not making sense. But I want more now!
And I Know You Like it, Too [3/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 03:23:24 UTC
“You were like - like that parent that was always more lenient,” he pants. Francis lifts his hips and shivers at the feel of his belt sliding through the loops. “Arthur was always so strict - such a tightass. And you were that cool parent that stood up to him with me.” Pop, tug, and the front of his pants folded out. He heard Alfred’s reaction when he saw him without underwear and smiled to himself.
“And that awesome gift you gave me - that statue - Arthur never spoiled me like that. Never gave me anything like that at all.” Alfred smeared kisses all over Francis’ chest and torso as he crawled down his body, running his hands over pressed slacks.
“You sparked the imaginations of my artists, you gave my country the parents of my soldiers - GodFrancis feels himself glow under the desperate worship as Alfred pulls his shoes off and throws them aside. The socks follow shortly thereafter, and Francis stiffens when he feels hot breath on the inset of his toe. Alfred - surely he wouldn’t
( ... )
And I Know You Like it, Too [4/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 15:46:01 UTC
He only frowns when Alfred starts trying to lift his head back up; his hand goes to Alfred’s head again, prompting the other to look up at him with darkened blue eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his frown deepening when Alfred makes a confused, full-mouthed sound that sends twitches into his cock and body.
“You know how I like it,” he says, and pushes Alfred’s head down to take an inch more of his cock. “So do it. All the way.” Finish what you started.
Alfred squeezes his eyes shut - so young-looking, so fresh without those glasses. He ducks his head more, sucking deep, sucking down, until Francis knows he’s reached the end when something presses and chokes around his cock.
Oh God oh God oh Dieu
Alfred’s throat tightens around his cock again, and it’s all Francis can do not to just thrust and pummel and take.
That lovely mouth sucks and hollows as Alfred pulls his head back, brush of teeth and lap of tongue. “Oui,” Francis breathes, for a moment slipping into his native tongue. “Yes. More
( ... )
Re: And I Know You Like it, Too [4/?]
anonymous
March 20 2013, 21:38:42 UTC
The most perfect response I've ever seen. And the sexiest line I've read in quite some time. "You may beg, though, if you want." Holy hell, I can't even....gahh *shiver* *turn laptop away from roommates*
And I Know You Like it, Too [5a/5b]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 17:30:35 UTC
He hopes his eyes are dark and possessive enough to make Alfred even hotter and needier than he already is.
“Fran - Francis -” Alfred gasps as he slips another finger inside. He starts writhing against the comforter, trying to arch into his own hand for relief. Those hitching breaths should not be as sexy as they sound. “Want you - want you in me and on me and oh god, Francis please just“On your hands and knees,” Francis purrs, and Alfred is all too happy to oblige. Those fingers sound obscene as they slide from Alfred’s body with a sucking sound, and then Francis finds himself face-to-face with Alfred’s ass, Alfred’s elbows planted on the bed, his back curving down in a beautiful arch
( ... )
And I Know You Like it, Too [5b/5b]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 17:32:27 UTC
Alfred collapses to the bed, panting and hot and flushed. Francis rides him down, still pressed against Alfred’s back, still tucked inside of him. He should move. But it….
It feels nice here. Warm.
“Get off,” Alfred grumbles. Francis sighs, braces himself on lead-heavy limbs, and slides out of Alfred’s body, hearing the other moan as he rolls onto his back on the bed beside Alfred.
Francis always hates the way afterglow messes with his mind. It makes him almost fond of the softer, younger look on Alfred’s face without his glasses, makes the way his eyelashes flutter absolutely adorable. Against his will, Francis feels something warm and foreign suffuse his body, a desire to protect whatever this thing between them is.
He wishes it wouldn’t.
“God, that feels disgusting,” Alfred mutters, swings his legs over the side of the bed. Francis reaches out and grabs Alfred’s wrist.
They both freeze, breath in shallow inhales. Alfred’s gaze trails down to the hand on his wrist.
“Stay,” Francis murmurs. Oh, how he hates afterglow
( ... )
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Also, slipped in writernon’s homecity. Hint: this takes place in September, during the G-20 summit. Title is from “Talk Dirty to Me.”
___
Despite Alfred’s whining, Francis finds himself liking the city they’re staying in. He’d been prepared to walk straight into a smog-infested lung cancer hazard, so he’s surprised when he finds he can see the skyline against the backdrop.
“All that smog,” Francis muses with a slight grin. “Those poor people.”
“I knew I should have walked faster.” Francis cuts his eyes over to the steering wheel to find Alfred gripping it hard enough to leave indents in the leather. “God, it’s like Musical Cars or something. It figures I’d be stuck riding alone with you ( ... )
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(And I, uh, hope you don't mind my linking to this in the France/America community?)
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Link away, dear anon! Thank you for reading!
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Francis smirks to himself and lifts the book to his face again. When Alfred looks at him, Francis lets his smile drop from his face, and his eyes rivet back to the dime-store romance novel.
“You were watching me, weren’t you, you bastard?” Alfred makes his way to the bed, plops down beside Francis with a sigh. Francis regrets that Alfred’s back is turned. “You would, of course. Probably undressing me with those eyes of yours.”
Francis watches as Alfred moves to unbutton his shirt. He grins.
“I hardly have to undress you with my eyes, mon cher. You’re doing quite a good job undressing yourself ( ... )
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*wipes silly grin off this grinning anon's face*
Yes please continue? I don't know why but I'm totally loving this and being an incoherent anon who can only grin and grin and grin. Blushing and stammering and fuck-I-want-you-now! America is my new kink, if you get what I mean.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh~ Sorry if I'm not making sense. But I want more now!
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“And that awesome gift you gave me - that statue - Arthur never spoiled me like that. Never gave me anything like that at all.” Alfred smeared kisses all over Francis’ chest and torso as he crawled down his body, running his hands over pressed slacks.
“You sparked the imaginations of my artists, you gave my country the parents of my soldiers - GodFrancis feels himself glow under the desperate worship as Alfred pulls his shoes off and throws them aside. The socks follow shortly thereafter, and Francis stiffens when he feels hot breath on the inset of his toe. Alfred - surely he wouldn’t ( ... )
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Ahhhhhhh~ This!!! <3333333333
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“What are you doing?” he asks, his frown deepening when Alfred makes a confused, full-mouthed sound that sends twitches into his cock and body.
“You know how I like it,” he says, and pushes Alfred’s head down to take an inch more of his cock. “So do it. All the way.” Finish what you started.
Alfred squeezes his eyes shut - so young-looking, so fresh without those glasses. He ducks his head more, sucking deep, sucking down, until Francis knows he’s reached the end when something presses and chokes around his cock.
Oh God oh God oh Dieu
Alfred’s throat tightens around his cock again, and it’s all Francis can do not to just thrust and pummel and take.
That lovely mouth sucks and hollows as Alfred pulls his head back, brush of teeth and lap of tongue. “Oui,” Francis breathes, for a moment slipping into his native tongue. “Yes. More ( ... )
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I'll be in my bunk.
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“Fran - Francis -” Alfred gasps as he slips another finger inside. He starts writhing against the comforter, trying to arch into his own hand for relief. Those hitching breaths should not be as sexy as they sound. “Want you - want you in me and on me and oh god, Francis please just“On your hands and knees,” Francis purrs, and Alfred is all too happy to oblige. Those fingers sound obscene as they slide from Alfred’s body with a sucking sound, and then Francis finds himself face-to-face with Alfred’s ass, Alfred’s elbows planted on the bed, his back curving down in a beautiful arch ( ... )
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It feels nice here. Warm.
“Get off,” Alfred grumbles. Francis sighs, braces himself on lead-heavy limbs, and slides out of Alfred’s body, hearing the other moan as he rolls onto his back on the bed beside Alfred.
Francis always hates the way afterglow messes with his mind. It makes him almost fond of the softer, younger look on Alfred’s face without his glasses, makes the way his eyelashes flutter absolutely adorable. Against his will, Francis feels something warm and foreign suffuse his body, a desire to protect whatever this thing between them is.
He wishes it wouldn’t.
“God, that feels disgusting,” Alfred mutters, swings his legs over the side of the bed. Francis reaches out and grabs Alfred’s wrist.
They both freeze, breath in shallow inhales. Alfred’s gaze trails down to the hand on his wrist.
“Stay,” Francis murmurs. Oh, how he hates afterglow ( ... )
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