Arthur
has
run out of tea, and the markets are all closed at this late hour. Someone or something is going to die. [Rated M]
totally h-has some tea if you need it-- ;w;
Arthur
wonders
why you have tea, but that question will be asked after you make a nice, hot cup of it. B|
w-well, it's cause...I know you like it, and you've been over more, so I've kept it around the house and stuff just in case. Quickly slinks
off the the kitchen to...do all that tea stuff.
Arthur
is
most definitely pleased to hear that, and waits patiently. "...Did you really buy tea for my sake?"
snorts as he places the small bag into his Disney Land cup, dishes clanking and all that as he gets it ready for his English Muffin. "Well,
course I did! I ain't gonna drink it, an' ya never take coffee when I offer so I figured this would just be easier fer the both of us." u.u
Arthur
is
not your English Muffin, petal. B| "...Thank you," he replies, smiling fondly. "That's... rather thoughtful of you. I never expected it..."
ajkdflajlkfdstfu. :I Emerges a bit later with cup in hand and holds it out for the Englishman to take. "You're sayin' you never expected
me to be thoughtful?" u.u
chuckles, taking the cup with a grateful look. "No, not quite... it's just surprising, alright? And... have you gained a bit of an accent?"
sputters, crossing arms over chest. "N-No, don't be stupid! Maybe you're gaining /my/ accent and that's why you think I'm gettin' yours.
C-Cause. ...We talk similar!" BI
raises an eyebrow, taking a careful sip of the tea. "...Similarly, you mean. And no, we... really don't. What accent is that?"
huffs, puffing out his chest. "It's American! Standard American, if ya wanna get all uppity about it."
rolls his eyes. "American, ugh. You butchered English to make it... -this-."
"I think you're just jealous and secretly think my accent is cute." =3=
did, but like hell he's going to admit it. "...Don't be ridiculous. It may be more attractive than French, but... still!"
gets nearer to the other's face until he can lightly nuzzle their noses together. "I think you're lyiiiing~ I think you totally dig
it~" ;w;
reddens slightly, drawing back and clearing his throat. "N-No, that's complete bollocks. Don't flatter yourself like that, idiot!"
stands up straight, hands on his hips. "D'aaah. Ya know, Artie, it's kinda hard to take ya serious when your cheeks look like tomatoes."
twitches, resisting the urge to throw the cup at Alfred. "They do -not-! Really, you need to start respecting me more!"
"You're the one who's gettin' all uptight. I'm jus playin' around, Artie." u.u
narrows his eyes a little. "...You -did- get an accent! What region is that from?"
.....Grumbles. "I've been spendin' a lil' too much time in the south, 'kay?" u.u
smiles, sipping some more tea. "...I like it. It's... charming in its own way."
".......You really think it's charming?" ;//w//;
nods, setting his cup down. "It's pleasant to the ears." He holds his arms out, inviting Alfred to sit with him.
takes that as an invitation to sit on his lap, and does so happily. ;w;
wraps his arms around Alfred's waist. "What did you do while you were in the southern states?"
hummed, leaning back against him. "Meeeh, nothin' all that interesting. Ate food. Got sunburned. Played videogames while my skin
peeled. Went to a BBQ. Forgot sunblock. Got burned again." u.u
chuckles, nuzzling against the crook of Alfred's neck. "You could've done that in the northern states, though. Idiot."
relaxed against the familiar touch, holding the arms wrapped around him. "Not as quickly as I could down south! And I dunno, guess I was
gettin' kinda fidgety and wanted to see some new stuff. Ya know, not D.C.. They've been keepin' me there for ages." Huff.
"I suppose. I just wish you'd be more careful with your skin. Remember to use sunblock next time, will you?"
laughed and rested his cheek against the side of the other's head. "Yeahyeah,, will do, Artie. At least I got a kinda-tan."
"You're fortunate that you can tan. I just burn..."
"Well ain't that a darn shame. ...Though I can't really see you with a tan, it'd look weird." ;w;
scoffs. "Nor can I see you pale. You're fine like this."
snickers. "Than obviously ya haven't seen me during the winter months." Turns to plant a warm kiss to cheek. "...An' your fine just like
this too."
smiles faintly. "...Thank you. And I'll really have to urge you to visit the southern states more often. I could get use to this."
*used
laughs, nuzzling his cheek affectionately. Cause he's a snuggler. Fo sho. "Anythin' fer you~" ;w;
chuckles a bit, kissing Alfred's cheek. "I must've done something right; today is turning out to be marvelous."
snugly wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders, rocking them gently, smile softening. "...Shush, yer gonna make me blush." Ohgod,
cheesy romance lines in a British accent, Alfred must've done something right too.
"Oh, damn; you figured out my plan." he smiles slightly, shifting a bit to peck Alfred's lips.
laughs and returns the gesture, planting a sloppy kiss to the Englishman's mouth. "Well, you know me, Artie, gotta be on top'a stuff, bein'
a hero 'n all."
rolls his eyes, just slightly amused. "Just when were you on top of anything, love?"
.........flushes, replacing his cheek at the side of Arthur's head to conceal his reddening face. "....Plenty of times...." u///u
reaches up, carding his fingers through Alfred's hair. "I can't seem to recall a single moment."
shifts on the Englishman's lap. u/////u "...Shuddup..."
chuckles, tightening his hold a bit. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I think it's endearing."
ajflka;jfsldf. "W-Who said I was embarrassed! I'm just. Y-Yer. --Wanna watch a movie?"
actually laughs a bit. "You look embarrassed, darling. And alright; which movie?"
shifts again, thankful for the change in subject but not yet ready to pull his face away. "Uh. You. Got any ideas?" Alfred would
probably just request another horror movie, and he knew how much the Brit hated sitting through those with him.
hums, thinking a bit. "We can watch one of your films. Captain America, I believe it was called?"
ADJFKL;AJFD;L Embarrassment gone, pulls away from Arthur, bouncing on his lap slightly. "DUDE! YES! Yes! We should watch Captain
America, YES!"
Arthur
is
slightly amused at Alfred's reaction. "I heard that the love interest is English."
...Ohgod, he wouldn't hear the end of that one. "So how about Cowboys vs Aliens." :'D
rolls his eyes. "Absolutely not; that sounds stupid. I want to watch Captain America."
huffs, pouting. "It ain't stupid, it's got Harrison Ford in it, and flying saucers and cowboys, how is that stupid!" 
lt;
lt;
...
* >:
"That's stupid in every way imaginable. If we don't watch Captain America, we're watching one of my films."
"Well okay, Mr. Cinematic Friggen Genius, show me what you got." =n=
hummed. "Harry Potter, The Inbetweeners..."
quirked an eyebrow. "The Inbetweeners, what the hell is that? Some sorta. Interdenominational...traveling...thing?"
chuckled. "No, it's a comedy film. I still say we watch Captain America, though. I'd like to see your take on my women during World War II."
grumbled, sliding off the Englishman's lap with a huff. "...Alright, alright, but don't be shocked to find she totally goes ga-ga over the
hero, has huge boobs, perfect make-up, and somehow also kicks ass, cause that's just how all the women in our movies roll." =x=
rolls his eyes and stands up. "I was under the impression that the women in your film were all helpless damsels."
shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, the flip side. It's like. We make 'em bad ass, so that girls don't get all pissy when they end up getting
captured and stuff in the end." =3=
"...Right. Well, get your things, we're going to the theatre."
"Jolly good then", replies with a cheeky grin, shuffling off to grab a sweater and some money. ;w;
didn't look too pleased with that. "Don't make fun of my slang, you twit."
emerged a few minutes later, laughing softly. "Aw, c'mon, Artie, don't be such a stiff, take a joke, will ya? If it makes you feel any
better, you can make fun of some of my slang."
headed towards the door, eager to get out and watch the movie. "It's -Arthur-. And like what? Your slang is just... beyond ridiculous.
Like... 'homie'? 'Dude'?"
snickered, winding his arm around the Englishman's. "It sounds pretty ridiculous when you say it. An' I thought you didn't mind when I
called you Artie!" D:
sighed, trying to tug his arm away when they stepped out of the door. PDA and all that. "...Ugh, fine. Just no 'English Muffin'."
blinked and pouted, withdrawing his arm from the other's. "...Alright, alright, I'll save that one for home-usage only.
"
"No, Alfred, you won't -ever- use that, unless you want to be called petal."
"....But English Muffin is so cute." >:
huffed, waiting for Alfred to lead the way to the theatre. "It most definitely is not. It sounds stupid."
strides forward, kicking a rock from his path. "I think you're just angry you can't come up with an equally awesome nickname for me." u.u
raised an eyebrow, following after him. "I thought petal was good enough." =3=
shakes his head. "Nope. English Muffin is so much more creative. Plus, it's effing adorable. Petal is, like ya said, like me calling you
babe." |<
sighed. "Fine. If you call me English Muffin, I'll call you pet."
eyes the Englishman with a quirked, blond eyebrow. "...Pet? Like. A dog er fish er something?" u.u
chuckled slightly. "No, no; like, ah... thank you for taking me out today, pet. That... sort of thing."
continued looking just as bewildered as before. "...Is this some sorta slave and master, guy with whip thing?" :I English people were
weird.
reddened almost immediately. "W-Wha-- n-no! Of course not! What sort of pervert do you take me as?!"
laughed at how quickly the color returned to Arthur's face. "Well sorry dude! I dunno! Cultural misinterpretation, hahaha!" He patted the
Brit on the back. "...Well, it ain't as girly as petal, so sure, I think it's a good trade off, English Muffin." ;w;
twitched at the nickname. "Alfred! Would you just get rid of that atrocious nickname?!"
shrank a little, watching him, the Englishman obviously not in the mood for playing around anymore. "Y-Yeah, alright, okay, Arthur..." ;_;
sighed, feeling a little guilty. "...Just... in public, at least," he grumbled, hesitantly reaching for Alfred's hand.
Almost instantly, Alfred perked up, baby blues glistening happily as he curled his fingers around the other's, stepping closer,
grinning. "You got it! Won't even cross my mind." ;w;
Arthur
will
resist Alfred's sad look one day... "It better not," he replied, smiling faintly as he gently squeezed Alfred's hand. "Ah, your hand grew
so much... I still remember when it was tiny."
doubts it. >w> Looks down at their hands, recalling such a day as well. Offers a crooked smile at the memories. "...'S a long time ago,
huh."
nodded. "But I'm... glad that things turned out this way. I wasn't expecting it to, but... still."
laughs and gently knocks the sides of their heads together. "Can't say I was really expectin' things ta end up like this either. Sure am
glad they did." .u.
smiles slightly, and gives Alfred's hand a light squeeze. "That's... very nice to know, love. I'm glad you're happy with these current
arrangements."'
snickers and scuffs the pavement with the bottom of his sneakers. Adjasjdfkl "I like it when you call me love." ;w;
blinks, a little surprised, but ends up smiling fondly up at the other. "Then I suppose that'll be the one I use for you the most. It's the
most accurate, too."
flushes a light pink, looking away and swinging their hands. "Mm, w-well good, cause...I...l-love you too."
chuckles, finding Alfred absolutely adorable when he's like this. "Good. Now let's go get those tickets, shall we? Unless you'd like to
lounge around the park instead."
hums, considering his options. He'd already seen Captain America like five times. And...he didn't really know the next time Arthur'd have
to up 'n leave, so maybe a walk in the park wasn't all that bad of an idea. Turns back to Artie with a big, Hollywood grin. "Park sounds
nice. Pro'ly really crowded at the theater anyway."
nods, turning left to head to the park nearby. "I'm going to guess you want to be pushed on the swings?"
blinked at the Brit's offer...or question, really, but he took it as an offer either way. Stares. ;U; "Y-You'd do that?"
chuckles, heading right for the swings. "If you insist. Really, you're such a child." His tone is fond as he says it, meaning it in a
completely affectionate way.
Adjsfklajdsl Runs towards the swings, eyes lit up like the Forth of July. Hops into one and settles. ;w; "Go, Artie, go!"
smiles, shaking his head as he stands behind Alfred. "Ready?" he asks, and begins pushing, first gently, then harder, making Alfred swing
higher and higher.
holds onto the chains tightly, laughing like a kid on effing Christmas morning, cause he was probably just as happy. "Faster faster!" ;w; He
had always enjoyed swinging-- it made you feel like you were flying, especially when you looked at the sky.
steps back once Alfred is going high enough, smiling a bit at how happy the other looks. "Be careful, Alfred; hold on tightly, you don't
want to fall."
laughs, enjoying the surge of butterflies at each down swing. "I ain't gonna fall! Unless I jumped, which holy cow, couldja imagine the
air I'd get on this?" ;w;
blanches. "No, Alfred! Don't you dare jump!" Because the likelihood of Alfred getting hurt is way too high, and the last things Arthur wants
Arthur
is
for his lover to injure himself.
had made his choice long before the statement left his own mouth. So, about half-way through the Brit's exclamation, he re-positioned his
hands and totally jumped. And he did fly. For like a few seconds, before face planting into the ground and rolling onto his back, laughing
his ass off.
wasn't amused. "Alfred!" he cried out in alarm, immediately rushing over. "Are y-- i-idiot! I told you not to do that, you moronic wanker!
You could've seriously gotten hurt!"
continued laughing. He really couldn't help it. It was fun, and Britain always had a tendency to freak out over stuff like that. He wiped
the laughter-induced tears from his eyes as he looked up at Arthur. "C-C'mon, Artie, I'm fine, see look, all in one piece!" He grinned up
at him.
huffed, grabbing Alfred's wrist and hoisting him up. "Even when I told you not to do that, you still do it! Really, Alfred, must you be so
bloody reckless all the time?" he grumbled, dusting the other nation off.
snorted, holding his arms up to allow ease of dusting. "Maybe this was some sort of elaborate and well-thought-out plan to get you to
touch my ass." ;w;
reddened almost immediately, briefly glancing down at Alfred's dust-covered bottom. "...That's the most ridiculous idea I've ever heard," he
huffed, reaching down to dust it off before pinching Alfred's ass. "You could've just asked."
flushed, laughing playfully before leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. "M'kay, I'll just do that next time then. Not as much effort."
;//w//;
chuckled, allowing it only because no one was around to see. "You're being awfully endearing today. What do you want?"
snorted and stood back, placing his hands on his hips. "What makes ya think I want anything! Maybe I just love you and think I've
been an ass ta to lately a-and wanna make it up." ;x;
stared at Alfred carefully, wondering if he was telling the truth. "...Yes, well... I'm used to it by now, love. You needn't worry
about such silly things. Now, shall we get some ice cream and stroll around the park?"
huffed. But...he called him love again with a British accent, so it made it okay. "Yeah we should! Got one helluva sweet tooth." He
wound his arm about the other's again, going for attempt number two, and started for the nearest ice cream stand. =w=
shook his head, chuckling quietly as he followed. "Limit yourself to three scoops, will you? Too much will give you a stomach ache...
not to mention that nothing is good in excess."
ajfklaf. "But I've got the digestive system of a champion." u.u
sighed. "Which is why I'm allowing you three scoops rather than two. I'll make you dinner when we get back home."
"U-Uh, nah, that's okay, I'll make YOU dinner! Ya know. Cause...I'm being endearing." ;w;
raised an eyebrow. "...Oh? Alright. As long as it isn't hamburgers..."
nods happily as they approach the ice cream stand. "You got it! No burgers." =w=
"Or hotdogs, or anything like that. Now get yourself a cone; this will be my treat."
ajsfdlkajf. "I-I can pay, Artie, you don't have to!" Cause he totally has enough. No economic troubles, no sir. ...Nope.
smiled slightly. "It's fine, really. Get a cone, love; let me coddle you while I can, hm?"
Goddamn, bringin' out the whole 'love' thing again. Alfred was pretty sure this was getting back at him for using that pout he could wear
so well. "...Okay, okay. Uh." Looks to the man prepared to take their order. "I'll...take a vanilla cone with sprinkles, two scoops, and
uh-- Hey, you gettin' anything?"
thought for a second. "I'll have a scoop of strawberry." He took out his wallet and paid for the ice cream, receiving his cone not too
long afterward. "I thought you were going to get three scoops."
shrugged as he took hold of the frozen dairy treat, immediately dragging his tongue across that sweet, sprinkly goodness. "Changed my
mind I guess, didn't wanna ruin my appetite." Or clean out your wallet. u.u
watched Alfred for a moment, distracted, before nodding. "...Come on, then. I believe you agreed to a stroll." And maybe more, because
-damn- his stupid boyfriend for getting vanilla, which tended to look suggestive when eaten messily... which Alfred typically did.
LOL. -Shotfornoteventhinkingthat.- ))
[ LIES. ALL LIES. ]
nodded, happy to get off the hook and move their little date along. "Mhmmm, that I did", he replied, quickly lapping up some of the poor,
melting droplets from the edge of his cone as they began walking again.
-NOT LYING. BUT TOTALLY GONNA MILK IT NOW LOL ILU.- ))
[ GODDAMN LMAO Omg why do you torture Arthur like this ]
glanced over at Alfred, unable to get his gaze off that little pink tongue. He reddened slightly, swallowing thickly as he barely
remembered to start on his own cone. "...Don't eat so messily, Alfred."
"Mm?" He hummed as he looked over at the Englishman. "I ain't! I didn't want...that to happen." Alfred exhaled a frustrated grunt as
a nice drop of ice cream ran onto the front of his shirt, swapping the cone to his other hand in an effort to lick his sticky fingers clean.
--C-Cause it's fun. //Shotsomanytimes. ))
wondered just what he'd done wrong that day to deserve such treatment. He cleared his throat, going off the main path to head to the
picnic tables surrounded by several bushes and trees. Fortunately, no one was there. Christ, it was so tempting... "D-Don't lick your
fingers, either... use a napkin...!"
quirked a blond eyebrow, both at the abrupt direction change and that utterly flustered look on his Englishman's face. Why would he-- Oooh,
and suddenly oblivious America wasn't so oblivious. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "Psh, why wouldya wanna wipe it off? It's
such a waste, dude." Yeah. This was fun. A lot of fun.
grit his teeth, trying and failing to take deep, calming breaths. "Because...! That's..." Oh, fuck it. No one was in the vicinity anyway. He
grabbed Alfred's wrist, bringing his hand close so he could start licking off the cream residue of the ice cream. He kept his gaze sharp
and trained on Alfred's as he licked, curling his tongue around the lightly callous digits before taking them into his mouth to suck.
squirmed slightly beneath that gaze, lips trembling slightly as the heat enveloped his fingers. Fuck. So warm. Fuck. So public--Wait,
wow, Artie was goin' for it in public? Nice... Alfred wasn't about to complain. He gently bit on his own bottom lip, laughing
softly. "H-Hey, Artie, sit on the bench, will ya?"
sucked one more time before withdrawing, licking his lips afterward. He sat on the bench, the ice cream he held in his hand completely
forgotten as he gazed at Alfred with a look that couldn't have screamed 'come hither' more than it already did.
bit off the largest chunk of ice cream he could before allowing the cone to slip from his fingers, quickly making his way to the Englishman
, blue hues flickering playfully. He took to his knees, glancing with paranoia over his shoulder before leaning forward and pressing
hot lips to the man's clothed arousal. Baby blues flickered up to note his reaction.
gasped softly, dropping his own cone on the tabletop. Well, he'd be one hell of a liar if he denied that the thrill was part of why this was
so damn arousing. (Alfred being on his knees was a huge plus, too.) He reached down, unbuttoning and nipping his trousers before tugging
his pants and boxers down just enough. "Don't tease," he warned, running a hand through Alfred's golden hair. "Suck." It was a command more
than a request, as the Englishman rarely -requested- when dealing with things of sexual nature.
felt his cheeks burn a bright rose hue, warmth trickling through his arms and legs and fingers and toes in tingling waves at the Brit's
rather...forceful statement. What could he say, there was something about the man's aggressive side that just did it for him. Maybe it
Alfred
was
the image of him dawning good ol' fashioned pirate gear, or maybe it was the accent (everything sounded better in that accent). Whatever
it was, the American couldn't get enough. He laughed breathily over the man's heat, sliding his slick tongue against the organ's
tip. Alfred? Listen to Arthur the first time through? Nah, he loved pushing buttons too much. Blue eyes latched unwaveringly to emerald.
hissed softly, feeling a low hum of pleasure ripple briefly through him. Not enough; never enough. He narrowed his eyes just slightly,
warning Alfred to listen. (But when did that ever happen?) "Alfred, I promise you, if you don't carry on as I've told you to, you -will-
regret it later." As an encouragement, he moved his hips just slightly, pressing his cock more firmly against Alfred's lips.
shivered as yet another wave of adrenaline pulsated through his system, lips trembling as they curled into a smirk. "Mmm, if you think ya
got what it takes to make me /regret/ it later...", he hummed teasingly, placing several open-mouthed kisses to the Brit's warm
arousal. Fuck. This was so much better than Captain America. And that was saying something.
's smirk grew. "...You asked for it, love. I'll have you begging for mercy once we return. But for now..." He gently, but firmly, grasped
Alfred's hair, moving his head so that his lips were pressed right on the tip of his cock. "Nn... for now, suck. You wouldn't want me
to ask you a third time."
decided that he'd made the Englishman suffer enough (although he couldn't help but be a little interested what would happen after the third
time), and finally wrapped his lips around the other's needy erection, establishing a slow but steady rhythm of drawing his head forward
and back, forward and back, cheeks flustered and glasses fogging as his hot breath clashed with the nighttime air. "Hnnnnn~"
moaned softly, both at the sensation of Alfred's hot mouth finally around him, and at the sight of Alfred sucking him off. "Good lad," he
murmured. "Nn, that's it, keep going... I'll reward you, if you do a good job."
hummed a soft chuckle in the back of his throat, a little uncertain if he would be getting punished or rewarded once they arrived
home. Maybe America was so talented, he'd just totally wiped the other's thoughts of 'regret' clean. Yeah. He shifted himself nearer,
grasping the Brit's knees, eyes fluttering to a close as he slid the other farther and farther into his mouth, constricting his cheeks and
tongue around it tighter...tighter... "Unh~"
moaned a little louder, though he made sure to control himself in case anyone was passing by. (Though, in this hour? He doubted it.) "Hnn,
-Alfred-, yes..." he gasped, thrusting a little into his lover's mouth. His fingers twisted a few locks of golden hair, urging him on to go
faster. "A-Ah..."
obliged, working his rhythmic bobbing into a much brisker pace. Each little sound, every breath churned the molten lust in the pit of his
stomach; a yearning to please gnawed at his insides-- the same lust and affection he felt towards the Brit manifesting in a way so similar,
and yet, so different than that of which he normally felt. It was strange. And it filled him to the brim, driving him onward. He dug his
nails into Arthur's clothed legs, humming loudly, slipping the tip of that warm organ all the way to the back of his throat, eyes
watering softly and teeth gently scraping the soft tissue.
thought that out of the many, many things he'd seen in his lifetime, this was perhaps one of the most arousing scenes he'd laid eyes on. His
breath came in short, ragged gasps as he struggled to keep his voice down, but damn if it wasn't difficult. Alfred's mouth was hot and
just so utterly perfect, he couldn't help but let a low moan of, "O-Oh, -fuck- Alfred...!" when he felt the American take his entire cock
in. He'd definitely have to reward Alfred later. His grip on Alfred's hair tightened, desperate for more of the delicious sensations. "Nngh,
-yes-!" Arthur willed his eyes to stay at least half open, wanting to see every second of Alfred servicing him.
groaned heavily, his breath falling into pace with the Englishman's, fingers and toes and lips tingling in a numb heat. Fuck. He couldn't
describe it-- the sheer rush he got as that heat filled more and more and more of him. It made his mind hazy. It made his heart
pound. He was the one--/he/-- Alfred, made Arthur feel this way. He brought him to this pleasure. And shit, did it feel good. Toes
curled, breath hitched as the slick organ was pulled back and repeatedly slammed into the back of his throat. Fingers relocated to the base
of Arthur's cock, massaging the skin softly and holding it steady.
actually had to raise a hand to muffle a particularly loud cry. He was lost in a hazy sea of pleasure where all that existed was Alfred -
Alfred's mouth, Alfred's eyes, Alfred's fingers... just Alfred. It didn't take him much longer to feel the familiar pleasure build up in
his abdomen, threatening to burst and send him over. When he finally came, sudden and hard in Alfred's mouth, he let out a strangled cry,
just barely able to keep himself from screaming Alfred's name. He panted softly, a little disoriented from his orgasm, but didn't take his
gaze off his lover. "Swallow everything," he commanded, trying to catch his breath. "A single wasted drop will cost you, love."
felt the rippling effects of the male's climax quiver through his lips, down his spine, curl around his stomach in dizzying
constrictions of heat. Sweat beaded down his neck. Baby blues flickered open, captured in seas of emerald as his throat and mouth and
lips were coated in the thick, sticky liquid. He hummed lowly. Fuck. It shouldn't have felt as good as it did trickling down
his throat. "Hnnnn." Brows creased with concentration as he attempted to catch every last drop. But he was a messy eater. Droplets of
the back of his throat. Brows creased in concentration has he attempted to do as he was told. But he was a messy eater. Droplets of
.....ajflakjf;afd fu plurk ))
ignore second post u.u ))
white followed that of the ice cream previously, curling around the corners of his mouth and trickling down his chin. He caught what
he could in his palms, slowly retracting his head, cleaning Arthur to the best of his ability. "Oops~"
[ Okie, don't worry XD ]
chuckled, remaining still for a moment to remain his energy. He reached out, hooking a slender finger under Alfred's chin to raise his
head. "Ah... bad boy, Alfred," he murmured, smirking. "I suppose I'll have to punish you after all, hmm?" He gently pushed Alfred back a
little and pulled his pants up, deftly pulling the zipper up and slipping the button through the hole. As he did so, he stretched out his
leg, pressing his shoe up against Alfred's crotch. He began rubbing the bulge, applying varying levels of pleasure intermittently. "I'll
make good on my promise from earlier, love. You really ought to have listened and tried a little harder..."
"Mm..." The pressure sent shock-waves of sensation shooting down the small of his back, and he impatiently ground his hips against
it. Alfred choked out a shaky laugh as he licked the stray seed from around his lips. "W-Whatever you say, dude, I still ain't
convinced..." But shit he needed more than that friggen shoe. He leaned his head forward slightly to nip the Brit's clothed thigh with
a devious smile, wiggling his toes in his shoes.
"So eager," Arthur chuckled, standing. "Take your pants off and lie down in the table. I've not enough patience to wait until we go back
home." He loosened the tie around his neck, eyes glinting deviously.
felt his stomach flip at the Brit's words, glancing over his shoulder, yet again, half-expecting there to be a couple of innocent
bystanders watching in horror at the events taking place. The American flushed and shakily got to his feet. "--H-Hey, at least you
could play it off like I was tying your shoe or something! And what about splinters, I ain't gonna deal with that shit." =//3//=;
took hold of Alfred's wrist, gently tugging him up. "Well then," he said, leaning in to nip Alfred's lower lip, "You'll just have to be
quiet so you don't attract any attention." He then kissed Alfred, hot and demanding, sucking his lip teasingly before sliding his tongue
past them. His hands, meanwhile, easily unzipped Alfred's jeans and undid the button, brushing by his crotch before tugging both pants
and boxers off. Arthur pulled back before Alfred could fully enjoy the kiss, smirking as he quickly shed his coat and threw it on the
table, just barely missing the strawberry ice cream he'd dropped there earlier. "Lie down," he ordered, his breath warm against Alfred's
lips.
"Hnnnn", he groaned with a light pout, any retorts he had to the Englishman's statement silenced beneath the heat of that kiss. Lips
parted. He allowed the Englishman in, limbs vibrating with anticipation as both his pants and boxers were quickly discarded, exposing
all of the south to the chilly night air. He shuddered. He moaned and pressed his hips against the other's, closing his eyes against
the passion of the connection before it was totally broken and he was ordered elsewhere. Ajakldjafuckingjacket. The blond shot a
scowl at the Englishman before begrudgingly sliding onto the surface of the table, scooting until the backs of his knees came into contact
with the edge of the picnic table, feet dangling. Cheeks reddened further at the...openness of it all. "F-Fuck, somebody's gonna come and
flip out er somethin' er take pictures and I'm gonna have to explain them to my boss and he ain't gonna take me seriously, cause they'll
probably end up the laughing stock of facebook--" He could continue rambling on with this scenario, really, Alfred just talked when he was
nervous.
just shook his head, spreading Alfred's legs and leaning in to lick up his cock. "Hush," he murmured, grasping the base of the American's
erection before taking in only the very tip into his mouth. He sucked lightly as his tongue kneaded down on the slit, humming teasingly to
create vibrations. His eyes remained locked on Alfred's face, watching that beautiful blush and those gorgeous eyes with nothing short
of a predatory gaze.
"A-Ah--" Lips parted, train of thought brought to an abrupt halt as his punishment began. The touch left his spine tingling, pleasant
sensations drifting along his thighs, but it wasn't enough-- not nearly enough. That said, so far, so good. He was impatient, yeah. Was
he gonna get frustrated? Yeah. Was his face the shade of a fire truck, being out in the open like this? You bet. But it wasn't /that/
bad. "Sh...Shit..." Fingers captured a few strands of the Brit's hair, and he relocated his heels to rest on the edge of the table. Head
rested flat against the table as lust-glazed baby blues fixated on the stars.
smirked, drawing back as soon as it became clear that Alfred was enjoying this. "You know, love, I never had the chance to finish my ice
cream," he said, kissing along Alfred's thigh as he reached over to dip his fingers in the discarded cone, covering them in melted
strawberry ice cream. "Which is quite a shame, because I was looking forward to it." He circled the fingers around Alfred's entrance,
teasing and slow. "Unfortunately, it doesn't look too appetizing in that soggy little cone." He slipped a finger in, smirking
as he pressed it in knuckle-deep. "So be a good lad and act as a substitute, hm?" He then slipped in another finger, curling them both once
they were fully inside, searching around for Alfred's prostrate. "But remember to keep quiet, love."
fidgeted in frustration the moment he felt those warm lips retract, gaze snapping down to watch in disbelief. What, was he gonna eat
fucked melted ice cream while the Yankee over here suffered, treat-less and with a near painful erection? That was just sick. His fears
were rather quickly quelled-- if not the kisses to his inner thigh, the digits probing about entrance. "Hah-Huh~!" Shocks of molten
electricity rattled his spine, heels slamming against the wooden surface beneath him as the digit slipped inside, his unprepared body
tightening around it. "A-Ahn, sh-- Shit! Shit--" Face glowed with color. Eyes fluttered to a close, the small of his back lifting
slightly from the table as he squirmed. Then came another. He whined, tossing his hands over his mouth in a desperate attempt to silence
the yelp easing from his throat. It stung so good. Hurt so deliciously...nice. "F-Fuckin--Holy, sh...God--", he managed to groan through
his fingers and through his gasps. On a different note, he had never thought of using ice cream this way.
"Shh," Arthur cooed, his tone sickening sweet and contrasting with the ravenous smirk on his lips. "I don't want anyone else seeing
you like this. This sight is for me, and me alone." He leaned in, teasingly pillowing his lips over Alfred's cocky as he thrust his
fingers in and out, in and out, going as deep as they could before he slid them out completely. He coated three fingers with ice cream
this time and slipped them in without warning, fingerfucking Alfred as he peppered his lover's erection with kisses and licks.
really wished he could shut himself up. He really wished he could silence the unrelenting sighs and groans that all too easily rushed past
the seam of his lips and flowed into the open air. He also really wished he could understand just what made this so breathtakingly
delicious and mildly painful all at the same time. But he couldn't. "A-Ah~ Artie. Uh~! F...Fuck--" He could just lay there, dwelling
in that fucking amazing way the heat of the Englishman's fingers shifted him, stretched him. Coupled with the attention to his needy
erection, he was quickly losing his head-- quickly losing himself in the heat and the pressure. Arthur. He was all there was. Just
Arthur. Just this moment. Just the blood pounding in his ears, the breath tearing at his lungs. Just them. Fingers grasped at the collar
of his shirt, suddenly feeling smothered by its weight. Brows quivered. "S-Shit-- Artie-- That...feels so...fucking...good--"
hummed, kissing Alfred's cock one more time before drawing his lips back. "It does, doesn't it?" he asked, smirking just slightly as he drew
his fingers out as well. Rather than reaching for the ice cream again, he removed his tie, smirking up at Alfred before tying it around
the base of his cock. "...So let's see how long you can enjoy it before you beg me for mercy." He dipped four fingers in ice cream this
time, before easing them back into Alfred gently until they were all in. His thumb pressed against the American's sac teasingly as he began
thrusting his fingers in and out again, driving them in hard but not nearly fast enough.
...God, fuck 5:30 a.m. ;A; -Shuffles off to bed before he keels over at the computer, stealing fast snuggle.-I'll ttyl, EnglishMuffin ;w; ))
[ Sleep tight, petal. <3333 ]
writhed, whimpering softly as the fingers were yet again retracted-- just as he was getting comfortable, just as a much desired rhythm was
established. Ow. It wasn't so much the movement of those slender digits once inside that made him cringe, made him squirm. It was more
of the entering. The exiting. And of course, the adding of yet another finger when the American had hardly believed he could take
two...three...four. Baby blues glistened with a flicker of horrified desperation at that enticingly soft pressure around his
throbbing manhood. Palms slammed onto the picnic table, thighs trembling, wacking the back of his head against the hard
surface. "Ah--O-Ow! OwowOW-- You-- F...Fucking I... I won't...fuc--king... Beg f--or you--!" Alfred was dangerously teetering on the edge
of pleasure and pain at this point, quite certain he'd be ripped in half at the rate this was going. His insides burned with need, stung
and throbbed in wave after wave of molten lust. Knees pulled closer to his chest, and he pressed his palms onto his forehead as though
doing so would stop his eyes from watering. "Nnnnh~! Fuck!" But America didn't beg. He wouldn't beg.
chuckled, lowering his lips to suck on a certain section of Alfred' cock, never once stopping the movement of his fingers. He pulled them
out until only his fingertips remained inside, before plunging them back in all the way, knuckle-deep, before repeating the process. "Come
on, love," he purred, eyes glinting. "I know you can do it well. Beg for more, sweetheart. I know this isn't enough for you."
gasped, he moaned, his body vibrant with the need rolling through it. Artie was right. It wasn't enough. Those lips felt so damn
good on his erection, sending fleeting tendrils of pleasure spiraling up his spine. But it wasn't enough. Toes curled, chest heaved, baby
blues remained squeezed shut. "Hmmm! Uhh~!" NO YOU DON'T, ALFRED F. JONES, YOU WON'T FUCKING BEG. You won't. Beg. America was too
proud, right? He frantically shook his blond head, bangs sticking to his forehead. "N-No no no /no/--!" His nonsensical mutterings
continued, almost distracting him. Almost. Not really.
licked slowly along the underside of Alfred's cock, starting just above where the tie was, and ending at the very tip. His fingers curled
and stretched, driving in deeper and deeper, thrusting in fast for a few blissful seconds before resuming their achingly slow pace. "Let's
hear it, Alfred. Beg." He sucked on the head of Alfred's cock lightly, tongue swiping off the precum eagerly. "Mm..."
That's it. Alfred was done. All it took was a taste of that pace, those fingers diving just a little deeper, Artie's tongue dragging oh-so
delicately against his painfully throbbing erection, for euphoria to sweep him away. For now, dignity could go fuck itself. Body jolted
and he buried his face in his hands, crying out in desperate frustration. "O-OKAY--! O..kay~! Sh...Shit...! A-Artie--
Arthur..." God, this was harder than he thought. Cheeks flared a bright red. "P...Please. Artie. Please. Faster, please, harder, I-I
can't...f-fucking take it anymore, please just---please--!" Never gonna live that down, no sir.
smirked, easily picking up his pace, pounding his fingers into his lover until his palm was slapping loudly against him. "There's a good
lad," he cooed, chuckling. His breath was hot on Alfred's cock, lips brushing along the skin but never quite touching it anymore. "Keep it
up, and I may consider letting you cum..."
"G-God... Shit... F-Fuck, Artie, don't...fucking stop", he moaned through trembling lips, feeling as though his mind was floating
somewhere far above his body. He fisted his own sweaty, golden locks. It was a peculiar thing, giving another so much power over
him. Kinda scary. Kinda hot, too, though at the given moment he wouldn't be willing to admit that. The American's gasps tore the still
of the nighttime air, the pressure and pleasure expanding and swirling in his stomach until his hips frantically buckled against the heat of
those lips. "Nnh~ Nnh! Whaddya...m-mean, might, y-you--a-ah...dick." Not cum after THIS? Unheard of. Unbelievable. Alfred would
probably die.
hummed in response, using his free hand and his teeth to tighten the tie just a bit more. "Mhmm," he replied. "If you don't do as I say, I
may feel inclined to do something like this..." he trailed off, slowing down his fingers again, curling them and pressing them against
Alfred's prostrate before drawing back, then pushing them in slowly again. "Or this..." he sped up, fingerfucking Alfred rigorously for
a few seconds before slowing down, then repeating the uneven pace until it was sure to drive Alfred mad.
"So, poppet," Arthur cooed, nipping his thigh. "Let's hear you beg some more. Nicely."
And drive Alfred mad he did. The tightened tie made the American's blue hues flutter, chin lifting and teeth sinking into his bottom lip
in a desperate but useless attempt to distract himself from the gnawing lust quivering, burning, searing. His cheeks glowed with
frustration. "Hm~ Hm~ Hah!" His heart skipped a beat as his pleasure spot was prodded. Alfred threw his fists against the
table. "Sh-Shit! Fuck! Y-- You...Artie, you..." He could scarcely speak around the ragged breaths tearing at his lungs. His heels dug
into the fabric-covered surface. He moved himself against those fingers, attempting to fill the void. Okay. Nice. He could do
nice. "Nnnh-hn-hn!" He half-sobbed. "Pleeeeease~! You fuc-- N-No! Not f-fucker, y-you-- I... I...I l-love you, p-please--"
smiled, rather pleased with the results, and decided to be merciful by speeding up again, slamming his fingers into Alfred and hearing the
American's beautiful cries in response. "There's a good lad," he murmured, very slowly loosening the tie until it was fully off. "Here's
your reward, love." He took Alfred's cock into his mouth again, sucking intermittently and bobbing his head at a messy pace, admittedly
finding it slightly difficult to suck his lover off and fingerfuck him at the same time.
The delicious stretch, the shock-waves of pleasure curling around the small of his back, coupled with the long-awaited attention to his
erection-- hot, wet, constricting-- was enough to send him into a euphoric delirium. His chest heaved. Blood pumped at deafening volumes
in his ears. Again, he slammed his hands over his mouth in a futile effort to silence the cries that poured from his mouth. "A-Ah! Artie~!"
chuckled, still with Alfred's cock in his mouth, and plunged his fingers in deeper and harder still. Even though the man was trying, Alfred
Arthur
was
failing at being quiet - and Arthur really found that he didn't mind. That just increased the chances of them getting caught, which brought
more thrill. He drew his head back, licking his lips and concentrated more on striking his lover's prostrate each time. "Shh, sweetheart,
someone might hear you," he cooed, smirking as he peppered messy kisses along Alfred's length. "The United States of America, writhing
and wanton, completely at my mercy... my, that hardly sounds like anything your people would be too pleased with."
squirmed, his entire body falling beneath the spell of Arthur's touch-- hot, rosy, slick with sweat, trembling. A shaky frown caressed
his lips. He hated being laughed at; he hated being taunted, especially when he knew he hadn't the slightest hope of conjuring up a
rebuttal. Who could, really, at a point like this? He was so fucking close. So. Fucking close to being done with this torture. Because
it was torture, the American was pretty confident. Baby blues watered at the delicate kisses to his erection. "Hnnnnn--!! Sh-
Shuddup! Shuddup, shuddup, shuddup, shuddp--" Yep. Alfred was gonna blow up. He was pretty confident, he was going to explode into
millions of little American bits. But not before he got Arthur back for that comment.
smiled, using his other hand to grasp Alfred's cock and pump him to completion. His pace was fast and just slightly uneven, matching the
speed of his fingers, as he sucked and nipped and kissed at various areas of Alfred's lovely thighs. "So beautiful, love," he murmured,
delighting in the taste of his lover's skin. "All mine."
didn't take long after that. Actually, he could have probably counted approximately twenty seconds after that pace was established for
him to go crashing over the edge. And he came. Hard. Harder than he ever had. It was the wait, it was the thrill of being discovered,
it was the searing pain mixed with mind-numbing pleasure mixed with affection towards the Englishman mixed with...humiliation? Maybe. If
it was, he'd never admit it. The American's body quaked. His heart raced, jolting, thoughts wiped clean by the waves of
climax. "--F-FUCK~! NNAH~! ARTIE~!" Godhewassofuckingloud.
grimaced just slightly at how loud Alfred was, though he couldn't help but admit that it was pretty damn sexy. He just hoped that no one had
heard it. He drew his fingers out slowly and used that hand to stroke Alfred's leg, caressing it tenderly as he licked the cum off his other
hand. "Always so loud, sweetheart," he chuckled, making his way around to the side of the table to press a light kiss to Alfred's lips. "But
I suppose it was very well worth it. Wouldn't you agree?"
whimpered softly, continuing to shift and squirm as the fleeting muscular contractions of orgasm continued to wrack his system. "...Oh.
Shit...", he half-laughed, half-whined, riding the waves of bliss until the last. He was left spent. Legs lowered back to the table,
literally vibrating to the core of his very being. The American returned the affectionate gesture and lifted his fingers to gingerly caress
Arthur's cheeks. Blue hues met green, admiring them as they glistened down at him. "...Mm ...Yeah. It was pretty good....", he replied
with a weary smile.
chuckled, turning his head slightly to kiss Alfred's palm. "You're not getting vanilla next time," he murmured, smiling a little
teasingly. "This sort of behavior isn't something that I'll condone often."
hummed warmly, thumb gently gliding against the Englishman's soft, pink lips, toying with the seam and tracing his smile. "On the contrary,
dude, I think vanilla is my new favorite flavor." He smiled deviously, wiggling his toes.
rolled his eyes, finally drawing back. "...I just won't look at you the next time you eat it, then," he huffed. "Now, get dressed, love;
it's getting rather chilly, and I don't want you getting sick..."
shakily sat up, laughing, his vision swimming and swaying unsteadily. Man. His pants looked so far from where he sat. "...Y-You should get
sighed, though he did oblige and get Alfred's pants. He even helped the lad put it on, slipping his legs through the pants legs and tugging
them up to his hips. "There. You're such a child, still."
huffed, pouting in a look of protest as he shimmied into them and dropped to the ground to finish the job of securing them. "Well forgive
me for bein' a little unsteady on my feet, it ain't like I'm used to...that..." =3=; It felt awkward standing, he'd just leave it at that.
chuckled, leaning in to lightly kiss Alfred's lips. "...You're the one who started it, love," he murmured, looking rather pleased. "I'm just
surprised that no one came running."
, for once, was being a bit stingy with his kisses. He did, although, return the gesture. Arthur purchased him ice cream after
all. u.u "...Y-Yeah? Well... What's that s'posed to mean, I wasn't that bad." Yay subject change.
chuckled, grasping Alfred's hand and leading him back to the original trail so they could head on home. "No, but you were loud. I'll admit,
though, it was very lovely to hear you beg. I wonder why I haven't thought of it before..."
didn't really know how to respond to that. A part of him wanted to swat Arthur. A part of him wanted to yank his hand away, and then swat
Arthur. Luckily, a more logical part of him realized that the Englishman was largely responsible for the fact that he was standing at that
given time, so he ignored the other parts. For now. u///u; "...Shut up, I wasn't really begging, I was just doing it to make you
happy cause I'm a giving person and afjalkfjdlstopwalkingsofast..."
slowed down, an amused smile on his lips. "...Of course, love. Of course. I'll make you dinner when we get back, as compensation. How
does that sound?"
didn't really know how that sounded, but hey, he could put up with Arthur's dinners when he was a kid so he could...maybe do it
now. Maybe. "Nnn. Y-Yeah, sounds awesome. So does a shower. I feel sticky and nasty a-and..." Felt like he had ice cream in all the
wrong places? Then again, ice cream anywhere but your mouth was usually just uncomfortable. "...And bundling up with the AC blasting'd
really hit the spot too." Yeah. This was 'Merica. Where you could cuddle in August.
nodded. "Okay, okay," he chuckled. "Just be patient. You can take a bath while I cook. Is there anything in particular that you want to eat?
Because if not, I'm going to make some roast beef."
hummed, taking to wrapping his arm around the other's again and resting his head on his shoulder as they walked. "Yeah, roast beef sounds
good. And mashed potatoes. And gravy." His stomach growled with that. ;w;
nodded, allowing this if only because there was hardly anyone around anymore, and... Alfred was acting cute again. (And he couldn't resist.)
"Alright, we'll have all that. And for dessert?"
smiled, taking a deep breath; it filled his head and lungs with the other's familiar scent. "Mmm. Brownies." ;w; (Yeah. He
totally has you wrapped around his finger. He knows.)
[ Damn you B| ] "Alright, fine. But you can't have too many, alright? It'll be too fattening, especially with the ice cream you just ate."
puffed out his cheeks. "But I only had, like, a few licks before it ended up as ant food!" u.u
scoffed. "You did not. You took a big bite out of it before you threw it away - which, by the way, is -not- something I told you to do."
"Well what was I gonna do, hold it between my teeth?! Besides, I-I wasn't gonna eat it after it got all melty!" .n.
tries to resist the cute. Tries very, very hard. "...Still. Only three brownie squares for tonight."
One can only resist for so long before they crack. Maybe not now. Maybe not tomorrow. "That's okay, I'll sneak 'em when you're sleeping."
But someday soon.
shook his head. "Don't make me bake only three, Alfred - or none at all. This is really all for your health."
hummed, frowning some. "Alright, alright, don't hafta get drastic, I'll stick with three..." >:
nodded in approval. "Good lad-- oh, don't make that face, it's just -brownies-."
gently rubbed his cheek against Arthur's shoulder. "What? No brownie is /just/ a brownie unless it's a Wal-Mart brownie." =n=
led the way back to Alfred's house. "...A brownie is a brownie, Alfred. Now, open the door?"
huffed, keeping his head against the man as he dug for his key. Not wanting to let go, he pulled both of them nearer to the door when he
withdrew his key and pushed it into the lock, pushing the door open with a lazy shove.
"...M'kay, it's open."
chuckled, leading Alfred in and closing the door behind them. "Alright, love; go ahead and bathe. I'll be preparing dinner."
"Alright, Artie, don't light the house while I'm away, yeah?" He teased before planting a quick kiss to the man's cheek and making his way
upstairs to the...bathroom... And suddenly, the stairs looked similar to those of stadium bleachers. "...Asjkldfjlfuck..." Ah well. He'd
get himself there. One step at a time. Bringing himself up to his full height, he put on a hero face, and began ascending the staircase
from hell. "Nnnn..." One. e_e;
scoffed. "Belt up, git. I'm a -fine- cook." He really was! Ignoring Alfred's dread with the staircase, he made his way to the kitchen to
pull out the appropriate ingredients from the refrigerator to start cooking. Roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy...
oh, and of course, some salad.
still really had no idea what 'belt up' meant, but that was regardless. Artie was still a sucky cook. But oh well, he had more pressing
issues at hand. Like the stairs-- which, after several minutes, he did manage to clamber up. The American slipped into the bathroom, out
of his clothing, into the tub, and drew a hot bath. Complete with these bubbles that turned the water bright blue, of course.
began to cook. At first, the food smelled absolutely -delicious-. And then it started to smell vaguely like burning things... which
eventually would lead to a bit of smoke, a plethora of cursing, and 'yes, Snowdrop, I -know- it's a little overcooked!'. (But the far were
precious little things and helped him around the kitchen. The food didn't turn out -too- terribly...)
((....XD Snowdrop, ohmygod... ))
[ HIS FAVORITE FAIRY. ]
scrubbed himself thoroughly, making certain to get every drop off ice cream and sweat off his skin and...otherwise. Plus he used this
shampoo that smelled like watermelons, cause watermelons remind him of the Fourth of July.... u.u He'd soak for as long as he could
before Britain called him to dinner. Alfred loved baths.
eventually finished the food. "Alfred, come down!" he called as he began setting the table, making sure to prepare some tea for himself, and
setting out some coke for Alfred.
"Alriiiight! Jus a sec!" Welp, time to wrap it up. He drained the bathwater and toweled off, feeling one-hundred times better after
that bath-- muscles relaxed, soreness eased, and less sticky. The American threw on his pajamas and made his way into the kitchen a few
minutes later. ;w;
poured himself some tea before sitting down. "In your nightwear already?" he asked, chuckling. "Well, just take care not to spill."