Arthur was having far greater difficulty getting Alfred to fill out the damn sheet than he’d ever thought he would. But perhaps he should’ve expected it; the American nation, as loud and unabashed as he usually was, always did get shy when it came to talking about sex, so why should this kind of activity be any different? While it wasn’t always so for Arthur, Alfred probably considered BDSM to be sexual. Even so, considering how excited Alfred had seemed at the suggestion that they try this, Arthur had never anticipated that he would be this reticent about what he liked and wanted from their play.
“Look, you’re not getting out of this. If you want us to try kink together, we need to know each other’s wants and limits. I simply won’t play with you without having this talk.”
Alfred looked flustered. “But… Artie, this is embarrassing! To have to admit some of this kinky stuff…”
“But it will be worth it in the end, no?” Arthur was adamant. He gave a sigh. “Look, I’ve filled mine out! We can’t exchange them unless you fill out yours.”
“Why do we have to exchange them?” This earned Alfred an exasperated, disapproving stare. “What… what I meant was, why can’t you show me yours first? I think I’d feel more comfortable doing mine after reading yours.”
Arthur gave him a suspicious look. “Are you sure you’ll fill yours out after seeing mine? Or is this just another way for you to stall?”
“I’ll do it, I promise! You can even watch me fill it out!” Alfred assured him.
“… Fine,” Arthur conceded. He unfolded the sheet which he had filled out before Alfred had arrived and slid it over for the American nation to read.
Alfred’s eyes widened as he was handed the sheet, as if to take in all of the information on the page.
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Arthur Kirkland Kink Negotiation Sheet
Step One: What Do I Want?
My kink role is: switch My level of kink experience is: highly experienced For me, kink is: something we all have in varying degrees I want to play because: it’s just something I need When I play, I want to feel: powerful, in control, wanted
Step Two: What Will We Do?
The one thing I would most like to experience today is: to make you feel good; to make you want to do this again Do I want to engage in dominance/submission, physical play, or both? both Do I want to act out a certain role or scenario? not this time Do I want to feel/inflict pain? yes Do I want to engage in bondage? maybe Do I want to use toys? If so, which ones? maybe, depending on what you agree to Do I want to have sexual contact? If yes, what kind? yes, whatever seems natural and whatever you approve of Is it okay if I get/give marks? If yes, where? depends on your preference Do I want to play in public, with selected people present, or in private? in private
Step Three: What Will We Not Do? My safeword is “RED” (If I cannot speak, my nonverbal safe signal is N/A) My caution word is “YELLOW” My relevant health concerns are: none If I have PTSD/panic attack/phobia/other psychological triggers, they are: real-world events—don’t refer to them during play If we have sexual contact, we will avoid STI transmission and/or pregnancy by: using condoms Is there anything else my partner should know about me, my needs, or my desires? I am a sadist, so if I go too far, please don’t be afraid to use your safeword.
Alfred stared at the sheet for so long that Arthur was certain he’d read through it several times. Finally Arthur prompted, “Well? Is there anything you have questions about? Any concerns?”
Alfred seemed not to know where to begin (though it my have been simply that he was still looking for ways to stall). At last, he decided upon, “What’s a switch?”
“Oh!” Arthur sounded apologetic, as if he’d forgotten to mention it. “A switch is someone who takes both dominant and submissive roles, depending on the scene. With you, as we discussed, I plan on being dominant.”
“Oh, okay.” Alfred seemed satisfied. His next question, however, sounded a bit nervous. “It says here you want to inflict pain? That you’re a ‘sadist’… so, you like hurting people? You want to hurt me?”
“Alfred,” Arthur looked him in the eyes, “I’d never hurt someone intentionally without their consent. Nor will I harm you. I’ll only give you as much pain as you consent to.” He couldn’t hide a small smile at Alfred’s seeming astonishment, “But yes, I do ‘like hurting people.’”
Alfred swallowed visibly, but nodded. “Okay. I guess I don’t have any more questions. I guess… I guess I’m ready to fill mine out,” he spoke the last sentence all in one breath. He pushed the blank sheet over to Arthur, along with a pen. “Can you help fill it out with me? Like, write stuff down for me?”
Arthur simply nodded. “All right. If that’s what it takes to get you to fill this thing out.” He took up the pen and wrote Alfred Jones across the top of the page. Then, he moved down to the first question. “Your kink role is?”
Alfred’s face flushed a bit. “… Submissive.”
‘There’s nothing to be ashamed about, love. And if you don’t want to identify as submissive, that’s just fine. We could say ‘bottom,’ or—.”
Alfred interrupted. “No, ‘submissive’ is right… It’s fine, I mean.” He stared down at the table as he spoke.
Arthur gave a gentle smile. “All right. Your level of kink experience?”
“I’m new,” Alfred responded.
“For me, kink is…?”
“Just… something I want to try, I guess.” Alfred shrugged.
‘That’s fine,” Arthur reassured before continuing to the next question. “I want to play because…?”
“I want to please you. And I want to experiment.”
“Good. When I play, I want to feel…?”
“Um.” This question took some thinking from Alfred. “Turned on, definitely. But also… useful. And cared for, safe. Loved. Good.”
Arthur finished writing down Alfred’s answers before reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “You absolutely are all of those things. But I understand. Next section, all right?”
Alfred nodded, preparing himself to answer more questions.
Arthur continued, “The one thing you would most like to experience today is…?”
“I want to please you.” The answer came almost immediately, and Arthur’s heart swelled just a little. He couldn’t have been more satisfied with that response.
“Do you want to engage in dominance/submission, physical play, or both?”
“Mostly physical for now.”
Arthur looked at him skeptically. “Judging by your last answer, I don’t think that’s quite the case.”
“No… I-I guess both, then.”
“Fine. Do you want to act out a certain role or scenario?”
“Nah,” Alfred shrugged. “Just experimenting for now.”
Arthur wrote his answer down. “Do you want to feel pain?”
Alfred swallowed again. “Since you want to, yeah.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do something just because I want to.”
Alfred nodded emphatically. “I’m sure! We can try it, okay?”
Arthur nodded. “Okay. Do you want to engage in bondage?”
“I don’t know if I’m into that either, but I’d try it.”
“We’ll probably save that for another time, then,” Arthur commented as he wrote the response down. “I wouldn’t want to try too many new things at once.”
“All right. That sounds like a plan.” Arthur was pleased to hear that Alfred was already planning on doing this more than once.
“Do you want to use toys?”
Alfred grinned. “I’m up for anything. And you can use any of our toys on me.”
“All right,” Arthur couldn’t help a smile himself at the American’s enthusiasm. “Do you want to have sexual contact, and if so, what kind?”
“Anything is fine!” Alfred was still quite enthused. “Hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, full-on sex… whatever you want.”
Arthur nodded, pleased with this answer too. “Is it okay to give you marks? If so, where?”
“Um, maybe bite marks and hickeys?” Alfred offered. “And anywhere I can hide them. Like, under my clothes.”
“All right. And we’ve already established that we’re playing in private. Now, what are your safewords? Shall we use red and yellow?”
Alfred nodded. “That’s fine. I can remember those.”
“Good. And a nonverbal safeword?”
“How about snapping my fingers?”
“That’s just fine. Any relevant health concerns?”
“I don’t have any,” Alfred answered confidently.
“If I have any psychological triggers, they are…?”
“Hmm… none that I know of.”
“All right. We’ve already decided to use condoms if we end up having sex. So… is there anything else I should know about you, your needs or your desires?”
Alfred paused for a minute to think. “Well, I’m a little nervous, but I want to be able to make you happy. So let’s do this!”
Having finished writing down Alfred’s answer, Arthur looked up and smiled. “Good. Thank you for filling out the sheet with me, Alfred.” Then he added, “I want to make you happy, as well. Even if I’m doing something like giving you pain,” Alfred’s eyes looked nervous again, “I want to make sure you are enjoying the experience.” He gave Alfred a kiss on the cheek. “So just let me know if you don’t like anything I’m doing, all right?”
Alfred nodded, turning his head to kiss Arthur properly on the lips. “I’m not worried. But I’ll let you know, yeah.”
Arthur’s grin became more devious. “Then let’s go back to the bedroom, love.”
This is lovely, anon. Since I don't usually see USUK as a BDSM couple (I tend to think of their kinks not going beyond hand-tying and vibrators, but it's purely personal preference), it was a little strange to think of Arthur as a sadist, but you not only made it believable, but you still captured the real heart of this couple, and made them sweet and caring. I love how you got Alfred's embarrassment and hesitation to talk about it (because come on, that's Alfred), but managed to capture the intention of the prompt to have an open and honest discussion. And I like Arthur taking the lead and guiding, but not forcing. In things like this, communication is key, and I like to think Alfred and Arthur are usually good at communication, but this would be the one thing where Al would freeze up, so I loved the way Arthur coaxed him into talking, so they could both enjoy it.
Since this isn't really my kink, I probably wouldn't personally want to read the smut scene (though other people would, so if you had considered it, please write it, I'm sure you'd do great!), but I would LOVE to see your version of what happens after. If the preparation is this sweet, I'm sure the afterglow would be even better (and if you've written anything like that, especially on the meme if you don't want to de-anon yet, PLEASE send it my way!)
Yay! UKUS! Can never have enough of that. You did an excellent job with the dynamic of their relationship, as I see it. I really like the way things turned out with their conversation, even more so that Arthur ended up writing for Alfred--that part was a very nice addition I wouldn't have expected.
I would love to read what happens next! Beginning, middle and end of this would be rather special.
I'm personally very fond of the idea of usuk engaging in BDSM and this discussion was exactly how I would imagine them going on about the stuff for the first time. I liked that you kept it serious and real yet the affection between them is still strongly visible.
I decided to continue! I’m glad people liked my work enough that they wanted to read more. Arthur calls Alfred “boy” here because I didn’t want to use his name during the scene, but I didn’t think Arthur would use the word “slave” or something… Anyway, on to the fill!
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Once the two of them had arrived in the bedroom, Arthur seemed immediately to take on the dominant role. “All right, Alfred,” he said, though still gently, “Take off your clothes and lay them next to the bed.”
Alfred nodded and obeyed, stripping himself first of his shirt, then of his pants, underwear, and socks, then folding them and placing them on the floor next to the bed as he had been told. Fully nude, he turned to look at Arthur, asking with his gaze, what now?
“Very good,” Arthur praised. “Now, I want you to come over and sit at my feet. On your knees.”
Again, Alfred quickly did as he was told, kneeling before Arthur without hesitance. He was obviously just as eager to please as he had sounded during their negotiation. He looked up at Arthur, waiting for the next command to come.
“During this scene,” Arthur stated, “you will refer to me as ‘sir.’ Is that clear?”
From his position at Arthur’s feet, Alfred nodded. “Yes.”
“‘Yes,’ what?”
It took several seconds before Alfred’s eyes widened briefly, as if he suddenly understood. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Arthur said with a smile, running a hand through Alfred’s hair. “Now, are you ready to please me more?” After all, he was already very pleased with how well Alfred was doing so far, though they had only just started.
Alfred nodded, happy to be able to do this for Arthur. He wanted to do it right, wanted to please him, wanted to be everything Arthur wanted and needed in that moment.
Arthur gave a hum of acknowledgement, briefly stepping back to unfasten his pants before tugging them down to his mid-thighs. He then stepped forward, apparently more than pleased with the scenario, as his cock was already half-hard. Alfred glanced down to take in the sight, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Arthur gave him a nod, followed by an order: simply, “Suck.”
Alfred spoke another quiet “yes, sir” before rising up onto his knees, leaning forward and grasping Arthur’s cock in his hand, stroking it several times before taking it into his mouth. He sucked gently at the head, coaxing Arthur into full arousal before beginning to move his head a bit more. Once the shaft in his hand had hardened, he began to slide his mouth up and down along its length, the hand still wrapped around Arthur moving along with him and covering what his mouth did not. Arthur gave a quiet groan at the feeling of that hot wetness wrapped around him, one hand moving to rest itself gently on Alfred’s head, not yet taking a firm hold. Alfred continued to suck, every so often pausing to swirl his tongue under the tip of the head in that special way only Alfred did, the way that drove his partner mad.
Arthur’s hips began moving now, shallow thrusts into that generous mouth which seemed to want nothing more than to take him in. “Mmm, good, very good,” he muttered small praises as Alfred continued to slide up and down his shaft, sucking and teasing with his tongue and using his hand most effectively. The American nation always had been good at this…
Arthur’s hand tangled itself more deeply into Alfred’s hair, and he began to tug Alfred’s head along himself with greater urgency now, pushing him to use more and more of his mouth. Alfred gave a soft noise which vibrated around Arthur’s cock and only encouraged him further. Soon he was pressing for entrance down into Alfred’s tight throat, which Alfred quickly conceded, releasing Arthur from his hand and taking him all the way in, and oh, how good that felt; Alfred was truly amazing, Arthur thought as he sucked in a sharp breath. Alfred took Arthur into his throat several more times, Arthur gasping each time in response to that sensation, before Alfred needed a break, bringing his hand back up to stroke while sucking firmly at the tip of Arthur’s cock until he elicited a low moan from the English nation.
Arthur could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax. But, tempting as it was, he couldn’t let that happen, not yet; he wanted to save that for a bit later. “That’s good, Alfred,” he said, voice gentle again as he gave that summer-blond hair a small tug. Alfred allowed himself to be pulled back, looking up at Arthur with a gaze that seemed far away, as if he were already in some kind of headspace. He didn’t even question why he had been pulled away in the middle of a blowjob. Arthur knew that this meant he had to be careful, but at the same time, he was pleased that Alfred was already getting into their play. He stepped back again to pull up his pants and re-fasten them, his arousal still prominent within their tight confines. “That was lovely,” he praised again, the hand that had been nestled in Alfred’s hair now lovingly petting his head. “Are you ready to do something else for me?”
Alfred did respond to this, with a nod and another “yes, sir”—and he would never know how very much Arthur liked to hear those words.
Arthur had wanted to begin with something familiar to make Alfred comfortable; now, he wanted to move on to something which they’d never tried before. “Stand up and follow me,” he ordered as he moved over to the bed and seated himself at the edge of the mattress, Alfred trailing not far behind him. “Now,” Arthur patted his thigh, “lay across my lap. You can rest your chest and legs on the bed.”
Alfred nodded and climbed across Arthur’s lap, finding the position a bit awkward at first but eventually settling down into something relatively comfortable. He was pretty sure that he knew what was coming next, and the thought of it both excited and scared him. What if he wouldn’t like it? What if he would disappoint Arthur? Alfred twitched at the touch of Arthur’s hand to his backside, but it was nothing more than a loving caress.
“It’s all right, love,” Arthur reassured, rubbing gently at Alfred’s backside. “I want to spank you now, but I’m going to go slowly. Do you remember your safeword?”
Alfred turned his head over his shoulder to look at Arthur, nodding. “Yes, sir.”
“And what is it?” Arthur prompted.
“‘Red.’” A pause. “It’s ‘red,’ sir.”
“Good, good.” The hand on Alfred’s bottom continued to caress it lovingly, rubbing back and forth across both cheeks as if to warm him up. “Are you ready?”
Alfred nodded, but his body felt tense across Arthur’s lap. Arthur’s hand moved up to rub at Alfred’s lower back until he could feel that body relaxing, loosening up, submitting. “I know you nodded earlier, but I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” Alfred’s body, to Arthur’s surprise, didn’t tense up again, but instead remained relaxed. Very good.
Arthur didn’t want to use any implements this time, though he hoped that someday he could; for now, for a first time, he felt that the intimacy of using his hand to spank was the most appropriate. He gave Alfred’s backside one final rub before drawing his hand away from the skin. Keeping his hand lightly cupped, he gave the underside of the cheek closest to him a light smack, barely firm enough to be heard. When Alfred didn’t complain or tense up, he delivered another spank, this time to the opposite cheek, with about the same intensity. After this, he paused to rub both buttocks again, massaging away what sting there was before pulling away and bringing his hand down once more, a bit more firmly this time. Again, he stopped to massage the spot briefly with his fingers together before spanking the other cheek, still more firmly. Slowly, he built up the spanking like this, every so often pausing to rub and sooth away the sting before continuing. He stopped to rub, too, when Alfred first made a small noise, though it didn’t sound like an unpleasant one; the other nation’s body also remained relaxed, which Arthur took as a cue that everything was all right. Subsequent spanks also drew forth small noises, and Arthur paused to ask, “How are you holding up?”
“Good,” Alfred responded without turning his head; he still seemed a bit far away. “I’m good... This feels kinda nice, actually…”
Arthur nodded with a small smile; he himself knew that feeling, being a masochist in addition to a sadist. After having confirmed that Alfred was enjoying this, he began to spank more firmly, alternating his swats between both cheeks, until Alfred’s bottom had turned a nice, rosy shade of pink and felt warm to the touch. Finally stopping to rub again, first one cheek, then the other, he offered gentle praise. “Good boy, good boy, you’ve done so well… I suppose you deserve a reward after all that, hm?”
Alfred, feeling a little floaty and with an unexpectedly pleasant sting in his backside, wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. Was he, as the submissive, allowed to ask for a reward? In the end, he simply gave a small “mmhmm” and a nod.
“Yes,” agreed Arthur, “yes, you do.” The hand stroking Alfred’s pink cheeks dipped down between them to tease lightly with a finger at Alfred’s entrance. Alfred whimpered. Arthur smiled. “Is that good? Is that something you’d like?”
“Y-yes. Sir,” Alfred added quickly, as if he had momentarily forgotten. As if to demonstrate that he did indeed want it, his body rocked back into Arthur’s touch as Arthur circled a teasing finger around Alfred’s hole, eliciting a moan.
Arthur hummed appreciatively at Alfred’s enthusiasm. “All right then. You can get off my lap now and move up to the pillows. Lie down on your back and get comfortable.”
Alfred nodded and carefully rose from Arthur’s lap, sprawling himself across the bed with his head resting on a pillow against the headboard. His knees were lifted and his legs already spread in anticipation, and Arthur couldn’t help himself from taking a few seconds to admire the view. Quickly, however, he reached over to open the drawer of their nightstand and retrieve a bottle of lubricant. He crawled up between Alfred’s legs and popped open the cap, drizzling a generous amount of the lube over his fingers before setting the bottle back down on the nightstand. Leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Alfred’s lips, Arthur allowed his fingers to drift back between those supple cheeks to tease again at Alfred’s hole. Slowly, carefully, he slid the very tip of a finger inside his lover as he kissed down his neck, then pressed it all the way in as he began to nibble at the juncture where neck met shoulder. Alfred groaned, clearly enjoying the attention; Arthur now pulling his finger out slowly, now sliding it back inside more swiftly. Soon enough, Arthur felt that Alfred was ready for a second finger, and he introduced it gradually until both fingers were fully inside Alfred. He began to move them in and out, watching Alfred’s now-flushed face closely for any indication of discomfort, but he found none. Searching carefully, he found Alfred’s prostate and gave it a gentle rub. His kisses strayed from Alfred’s neck down to his chest, and he alternated between kissing gently and biting and sucking to leave darkened red marks on that tanned skin, every so often causing Alfred to gasp aloud.
As Arthur moved his fingers now, he made sure to brush against that spot often, and Alfred was clearly pleased with this turn of events. His breathing had grown heavy, and when Arthur’s fingers hit his prostate, this time more firmly than before, he moaned at a much higher pitch than he felt any hero should ever admit to. The light sting in his bottom had faded to a pleasant warmth, and he felt that all of this hadn’t been nearly as daunting as he’d imagined it to be. Arthur’s fingers inside him felt good, so good, and he couldn’t help but request, “Can—can I have another finger?”
Arthur lightly slapped the outside of Alfred’s thigh with his free hand. “How do you ask?”
Alfred was jolted slightly, but he responded almost immediately, “Please, sir. Can I have another finger?”
“Much better,” Arthur murmured, pleased. He carefully added a third finger as asked, continuing to kiss and nip and suck his way down Alfred’s chest, stopping now to tease at the other nation’s nipples. He swirled his tongue around the right nipple and tugged at it lightly with his teeth, making Alfred squirm pleasurably, before moving over and doing the same thing to the left. Meanwhile, all three fingers were hitting Alfred’s prostate now, and Alfred was gasping and arching his back and gripping at the bed sheets in pleasure. Between Arthur’s fingers inside him and Arthur’s mouth pleasuring his chest, Alfred was nearly to climax.
“Sir!” he moaned. “Aah! I think I’m going to—!”
And with those words, Arthur’s fingers stopped moving. “Not yet, you won’t.”
“Please,” Alfred begged, “please let me come, sir.”
Arthur smacked Alfred’s thigh again. “I said no.”
“But I—!”
“No!” Arthur scowled and gave a firmer slap this time, and Alfred shook.
Arthur’s eyes widened, and he snapped out of his role immediately. “What’s the matter, love? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He slowly, carefully withdrew his fingers from Alfred’s body before climbing up the mattress to lie beside him. “Alfred? Alfred, tell me what happened.”
Alfred’s eyes were wide and he was staring up at the ceiling instead of meeting Arthur’s own eyes. “I don’t know. It was fine when you were spanking me before, but then when you hit my leg like that I suddenly… I don’t know. Didn’t like it.” His eyes grew wet as he continued to look up at the ceiling. “I didn’t stop you just because I wanted to come or something! I didn’t mean to abuse my safeword, I—.”
But Arthur cut him off. “There’s no such thing as ‘abusing your safeword.’ It’s there for whenever you need it,” he reassured. “Even if you had used it because you wanted to come, I wouldn’t be angry, all right? I’m the one who’s in the wrong here, I stopped monitoring you as carefully as I should have been. It’s only your first time.”
Alfred finally turned to look at Arthur. “Hold me?”
Arthur nodded and immediately wrapped his arms around Alfred, rocking him gently as he apologized again. “I’m sorry, Alfred. I don’t know why I thought orgasm denial was a good idea, I was in the heat of the moment and not thinking clearly. Please forgive that.”
Alfred nodded against Arthur’s chest. “I do. And I still wanna try this again. I did like it at the beginning, you know? Maybe we just need to negotiate more next time.”
It was a relief to Arthur to hear those words. Selfishly, he had hoped he hadn’t ruined his chances to make this into something pleasurable for both of them, and he was glad that Alfred was still willing. “Yes,” he nodded, “we’ll definitely negotiate more next time. I suppose the sheet we used wasn’t the most thorough thing. There are many more questions I should have asked you first.” Arthur sighed. “Again, I’m sorry. I had no intentions of making you use your safeword. In fact, that’s the last thing I meant to do.”
Alfred nuzzled against Arthur, by now having calmed down. “It’s okay, babe. You’re fine. I mean, you stopped when I asked you to stop, right? Sometimes shit happens, and that’s all anybody can do.”
Arthur nodded, comforted a bit by Alfred’s logic. He looked down and petted Alfred’s head. “If you’d still like to, I can help you come. Outside the scene. Just as ourselves.” He leaned down to kiss Alfred’s head. Then, quietly, “I want to make love to you.”
“Yeah, I’d like that,” Alfred agreed with a smile.
Arthur, too, smiled and nodded again. He paused, in thought. “Are you still stretched enough from before? Or do I need to prepare you a little bit more?”
“I think I’ll be fine. My body feels fine.”
“All right. Help me with my clothes, love.” Arthur released Alfred, moving away so that he could undress. Alfred sat up and began to unbutton Arthur’s shirt, sliding it from his shoulders and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Arthur undid his pants, kicking them off and folding them before placing them down on the floor too. Both naked, Arthur leaned in and kissed Alfred again; Alfred opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to nestle his fingers in the slightly messy hair at the back of Arthur’s head. “Mmm,” Arthur could feel Alfred moaning into his mouth. Finally, the kiss broke, leaving both of them panting and looking into each other’s eyes hungrily. “Do you want—?”
Arthur let out a small laugh at Alfred’s enthusiasm. “All right.” He reached over and again opened the drawer of the nightstand, this time to retrieve a condom. First, he gave his now less-than-hard member a few pumps until it was erect enough to put on the condom, then rolled it down along his length, making sure it was secure. Having done so, he placed the wrapper on top of the nightstand and instead grabbed the bottle of lubricant which was still resting there. Pouring some onto his hand, he spread the lube onto his cock, at the same time stroking himself to full arousal. Then, just to be sure, he slid two lubricated fingers inside Alfred, scissoring them and making sure that he was properly stretched; he was.
First planting a quick kiss to Alfred’s forehead, Arthur moved back down between his legs, lifted them up to rest on his shoulders, which was one of Alfred’s favorite positions, and positioned himself at Alfred’s entrance. He slowly pressed in, groaning lowly as the tip of his cock entered that tight warmth which always made him feel amazing. Gradually he entered, leaning forward to capture Alfred’s mouth in a gentle kiss. “I do love you,” he whispered, and Alfred nodded.
“Love you too, babe. You feel so… so good inside me.”
“You feel amazing, love. You’re amazing.” Arthur gasped as he slid all the way into Alfred’s body, his hips now flush with Alfred’s backside. He kissed Alfred again, this time a bit more passionately. “I want you.” Kiss. “I need you.” He withdrew his cock, then slowly but smoothly slid it back in.
Alfred let out a soft whine. “Need you, need you too. Ahh, yeah…” His arms wrapped around Arthur’s neck and held him close.
Arthur loved feeling needed like this; not just because of Alfred’s words but because of the way he was drawn in close, because of the look in Alfred’s eyes, because of the way Arthur’s heart felt when making love to Alfred like this. He began to move now, rocking his hips back and forth against Alfred. He closed his eyes and basked not only in the physical sensations, but the emotions as well. “I want you to know,” he said as he went, “how brave you were earlier and how proud I am of you.” Arthur gave Alfred another kiss, soft and meaningful. “Not just anyone could have done what you did for me.” Yet another kiss, this one firmer. “Thank you so much.”
Alfred nodded, smiling broadly and with a light flush in his cheeks. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled quietly between breaths.
“Yes, you are so good, you’re so good, Alfred.” As he continued to move, Arthur never stopped his praise and devotion. He kissed Alfred again, tongue darting inside his mouth to taste every inch of him, to be completely surrounded by Alfred’s heat in every way possible. Alfred’s tongue came up to meet his, and they moved together, slick and smooth and warm and wanting. When Arthur finally pulled away, neither of them could suppress a smile. Arthur mouthed an ‘I love you’ and Alfred closed his eyes, taking everything in, feeling more than he’d thought he could feel.
Alfred was moaning loudly now as Arthur thrust, and his legs gripped Arthur’s shoulders more tightly than ever. He loved the feeling of having Arthur inside him, loved the friction, the heat, the stretch. It drove him crazy and made him feel calm; it was all he wanted and more than he could ever ask for. Indeed, soon it would be too much for him; he could feel his orgasm coming on fast, faster than usual since he had been denied earlier. The noises he was making grew louder, less controlled, and he rocked his body down onto Arthur’s cock, slapping their bodies together loudly with a groan.
Arthur hissed at the feeling of his cock being slammed into Alfred’s body like that, and his hands gripped the bed sheets as he rocked forward into Alfred again, just as hard. “God, Alfred…” he breathed through his teeth, “love you.”
Alfred nodded heartily, his face an even darker shade of pink now and with a light sheen of sweat. “I’m… I’m close,” he whimpered.
“Go ahead and come,” Arthur reassured, “come whenever you like.” He continued to thrust in and out of that strong body, heaving shuddering breaths as he, too, felt himself coming close to the edge. One hand grasped the headboard to better brace himself, and he began to move faster, causing Alfred to shudder and whine and squirm beneath him.
Alfred reached an arm up to grasp Arthur’s hand on the headboard, feeling the heat of it beneath his palm and relaxing just a bit. His other hand found his cock and began to pump it urgently, and combined with the feeling of Arthur thrusting inside him, he quickly brought himself to climax. He squeezed Arthur’s hand tightly as he came with a force, spurting across his own stomach and chest. Earlier denial had only served to make this orgasm even more intense than usual, and Alfred’s torso jerked forward slightly as he involuntarily tightened around Arthur’s member.
Arthur groaned at that, giving several hard thrusts before returning to his previous rhythm. “Aah, haah, hnnn…” Alfred moaned with each one. The look on the American nation’s face, too… combined with those noises, it only made Arthur’s body feel hotter and hotter. A few more jerks of his hips and soon he was spilling liquid heat, gasping as he came hard. His hand left the headboard to grip Alfred’s, and they both lowered slowly down onto the pillows. Arthur used his free hand to pull out carefully, making sure to keep hold of the condom until he was completely freed from Alfred’s body. He quickly and discreetly removed the condom and discarded it in the small wastebasket beside the bed.
Chests heaving, Arthur and Alfred looked into each other’s eyes, Alfred’s half-lidded and Arthur’s open wide. They spoke at the same time.
“That was—.”
“I love—.”
Arthur laughed lightly. “You first.”
Alfred nodded. “That was wow. Really good. And not just the sex, everything. I was honestly surprised that I liked it all as much as I did. Thanks, Arthur.”
“No,” Arthur insisted, “thank you. And I love you, dearly. I can’t praise you enough for how well you did earlier. I’m very proud.”
Alfred tried to resist a smile at the praise, but it tugged at his cheeks until he finally gave in. “Gosh. I love you too, Arthur.” He pulled Arthur in for what was initially a quick kiss.
Arthur kissed him back, opening his mouth a bit and tracing his tongue along the line of Alfred’s mouth, persuading Alfred to allow his tongue entrance, which Alfred conceded. Their tongues brushed lightly, then more determinedly as the kiss deepened.
Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur and pulled him close, holding Arthur tightly as they continued to kiss. He felt immensely happy to be able to hold Arthur in his arms now, as well as having been able to please him earlier. Arthur snuggled against Alfred’s body, warm and comfortable and loved. Neither of them could ask for more.
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Thanks to those who encouraged me to write more! I never imagined that little kink-negotiation fill turning into something like this. Part of me worries that I ruined a good fill by trying to write more… But I hope I kept up the mood from the first part of the fill, and that all of you readers enjoyed it!
I think you did a fantastic job in making a believable first D/s scene, and extra kudos for safeword usage and all the loving aftercare. So glad you made the continuation, feels like the fill is finally complete. Hope to see more from you in the future!
I don't even have time to leave a short comment right now, but I have to! This was wonderful: it was sexy AND gave me a long-lasting case of the warm fuzzies. I really enjoyed your characterization: not only were the two in-character and complex, but you also gave me a real sense that these guys have been together for quite awhile. Kudos for a real understanding about how (some) new, less educated subs feel about using a safe word! Also, you've made me late for the bus, and I don't even care! <3
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What Do I Want? [1/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-08 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)“Look, you’re not getting out of this. If you want us to try kink together, we need to know each other’s wants and limits. I simply won’t play with you without having this talk.”
Alfred looked flustered. “But… Artie, this is embarrassing! To have to admit some of this kinky stuff…”
“But it will be worth it in the end, no?” Arthur was adamant. He gave a sigh. “Look, I’ve filled mine out! We can’t exchange them unless you fill out yours.”
“Why do we have to exchange them?” This earned Alfred an exasperated, disapproving stare. “What… what I meant was, why can’t you show me yours first? I think I’d feel more comfortable doing mine after reading yours.”
Arthur gave him a suspicious look. “Are you sure you’ll fill yours out after seeing mine? Or is this just another way for you to stall?”
“I’ll do it, I promise! You can even watch me fill it out!” Alfred assured him.
“… Fine,” Arthur conceded. He unfolded the sheet which he had filled out before Alfred had arrived and slid it over for the American nation to read.
Alfred’s eyes widened as he was handed the sheet, as if to take in all of the information on the page.
Arthur Kirkland
Kink Negotiation Sheet
Step One: What Do I Want?
My kink role is: switch
My level of kink experience is: highly experienced
For me, kink is: something we all have in varying degrees
I want to play because: it’s just something I need
When I play, I want to feel: powerful, in control, wanted
Step Two: What Will We Do?
The one thing I would most like to experience today is: to make you feel good; to make you want to do this again
Do I want to engage in dominance/submission, physical play, or both? both
Do I want to act out a certain role or scenario? not this time
Do I want to feel/inflict pain? yes
Do I want to engage in bondage? maybe
Do I want to use toys? If so, which ones? maybe, depending on what you agree to
Do I want to have sexual contact? If yes, what kind? yes, whatever seems natural and whatever you approve of
Is it okay if I get/give marks? If yes, where? depends on your preference
Do I want to play in public, with selected people present, or in private? in private
Step Three: What Will We Not Do?
My safeword is “RED” (If I cannot speak, my nonverbal safe signal is N/A)
My caution word is “YELLOW”
My relevant health concerns are: none
If I have PTSD/panic attack/phobia/other psychological triggers, they are: real-world events—don’t refer to them during play
If we have sexual contact, we will avoid STI transmission and/or pregnancy by: using condoms
Is there anything else my partner should know about me, my needs, or my desires? I am a sadist, so if I go too far, please don’t be afraid to use your safeword.
Re: What Do I Want? [1/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-08 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)Alfred seemed not to know where to begin (though it my have been simply that he was still looking for ways to stall). At last, he decided upon, “What’s a switch?”
“Oh!” Arthur sounded apologetic, as if he’d forgotten to mention it. “A switch is someone who takes both dominant and submissive roles, depending on the scene. With you, as we discussed, I plan on being dominant.”
“Oh, okay.” Alfred seemed satisfied. His next question, however, sounded a bit nervous. “It says here you want to inflict pain? That you’re a ‘sadist’… so, you like hurting people? You want to hurt me?”
“Alfred,” Arthur looked him in the eyes, “I’d never hurt someone intentionally without their consent. Nor will I harm you. I’ll only give you as much pain as you consent to.” He couldn’t hide a small smile at Alfred’s seeming astonishment, “But yes, I do ‘like hurting people.’”
Alfred swallowed visibly, but nodded. “Okay. I guess I don’t have any more questions. I guess… I guess I’m ready to fill mine out,” he spoke the last sentence all in one breath. He pushed the blank sheet over to Arthur, along with a pen. “Can you help fill it out with me? Like, write stuff down for me?”
Arthur simply nodded. “All right. If that’s what it takes to get you to fill this thing out.” He took up the pen and wrote Alfred Jones across the top of the page. Then, he moved down to the first question. “Your kink role is?”
Alfred’s face flushed a bit. “… Submissive.”
‘There’s nothing to be ashamed about, love. And if you don’t want to identify as submissive, that’s just fine. We could say ‘bottom,’ or—.”
Alfred interrupted. “No, ‘submissive’ is right… It’s fine, I mean.” He stared down at the table as he spoke.
Arthur gave a gentle smile. “All right. Your level of kink experience?”
“I’m new,” Alfred responded.
“For me, kink is…?”
“Just… something I want to try, I guess.” Alfred shrugged.
‘That’s fine,” Arthur reassured before continuing to the next question. “I want to play because…?”
“I want to please you. And I want to experiment.”
“Good. When I play, I want to feel…?”
“Um.” This question took some thinking from Alfred. “Turned on, definitely. But also… useful. And cared for, safe. Loved. Good.”
Arthur finished writing down Alfred’s answers before reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “You absolutely are all of those things. But I understand. Next section, all right?”
Alfred nodded, preparing himself to answer more questions.
Arthur continued, “The one thing you would most like to experience today is…?”
“I want to please you.” The answer came almost immediately, and Arthur’s heart swelled just a little. He couldn’t have been more satisfied with that response.
“Do you want to engage in dominance/submission, physical play, or both?”
“Mostly physical for now.”
Arthur looked at him skeptically. “Judging by your last answer, I don’t think that’s quite the case.”
“No… I-I guess both, then.”
“Fine. Do you want to act out a certain role or scenario?”
“Nah,” Alfred shrugged. “Just experimenting for now.”
Arthur wrote his answer down. “Do you want to feel pain?”
Alfred swallowed again. “Since you want to, yeah.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do something just because I want to.”
Alfred nodded emphatically. “I’m sure! We can try it, okay?”
Arthur nodded. “Okay. Do you want to engage in bondage?”
“I don’t know if I’m into that either, but I’d try it.”
What Do I Want? [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-08 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)-----------
“We’ll probably save that for another time, then,” Arthur commented as he wrote the response down. “I wouldn’t want to try too many new things at once.”
“All right. That sounds like a plan.” Arthur was pleased to hear that Alfred was already planning on doing this more than once.
“Do you want to use toys?”
Alfred grinned. “I’m up for anything. And you can use any of our toys on me.”
“All right,” Arthur couldn’t help a smile himself at the American’s enthusiasm. “Do you want to have sexual contact, and if so, what kind?”
“Anything is fine!” Alfred was still quite enthused. “Hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, full-on sex… whatever you want.”
Arthur nodded, pleased with this answer too. “Is it okay to give you marks? If so, where?”
“Um, maybe bite marks and hickeys?” Alfred offered. “And anywhere I can hide them. Like, under my clothes.”
“All right. And we’ve already established that we’re playing in private. Now, what are your safewords? Shall we use red and yellow?”
Alfred nodded. “That’s fine. I can remember those.”
“Good. And a nonverbal safeword?”
“How about snapping my fingers?”
“That’s just fine. Any relevant health concerns?”
“I don’t have any,” Alfred answered confidently.
“If I have any psychological triggers, they are…?”
“Hmm… none that I know of.”
“All right. We’ve already decided to use condoms if we end up having sex. So… is there anything else I should know about you, your needs or your desires?”
Alfred paused for a minute to think. “Well, I’m a little nervous, but I want to be able to make you happy. So let’s do this!”
Having finished writing down Alfred’s answer, Arthur looked up and smiled. “Good. Thank you for filling out the sheet with me, Alfred.” Then he added, “I want to make you happy, as well. Even if I’m doing something like giving you pain,” Alfred’s eyes looked nervous again, “I want to make sure you are enjoying the experience.” He gave Alfred a kiss on the cheek. “So just let me know if you don’t like anything I’m doing, all right?”
Alfred nodded, turning his head to kiss Arthur properly on the lips. “I’m not worried. But I’ll let you know, yeah.”
Arthur’s grin became more devious. “Then let’s go back to the bedroom, love.”
Not!OP
(Anonymous) 2012-12-08 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)Since this isn't really my kink, I probably wouldn't personally want to read the smut scene (though other people would, so if you had considered it, please write it, I'm sure you'd do great!), but I would LOVE to see your version of what happens after. If the preparation is this sweet, I'm sure the afterglow would be even better (and if you've written anything like that, especially on the meme if you don't want to de-anon yet, PLEASE send it my way!)
Great work again!
Re: What Do I Want? [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-08 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)I would love to read what happens next! Beginning, middle and end of this would be rather special.
OP
(Anonymous) 2012-12-10 04:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: What Do I Want? [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-10 05:48 am (UTC)(link)What Do I Want? [2a/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 07:25 am (UTC)(link)I decided to continue! I’m glad people liked my work enough that they wanted to read more. Arthur calls Alfred “boy” here because I didn’t want to use his name during the scene, but I didn’t think Arthur would use the word “slave” or something… Anyway, on to the fill!
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Once the two of them had arrived in the bedroom, Arthur seemed immediately to take on the dominant role. “All right, Alfred,” he said, though still gently, “Take off your clothes and lay them next to the bed.”
Alfred nodded and obeyed, stripping himself first of his shirt, then of his pants, underwear, and socks, then folding them and placing them on the floor next to the bed as he had been told. Fully nude, he turned to look at Arthur, asking with his gaze, what now?
“Very good,” Arthur praised. “Now, I want you to come over and sit at my feet. On your knees.”
Again, Alfred quickly did as he was told, kneeling before Arthur without hesitance. He was obviously just as eager to please as he had sounded during their negotiation. He looked up at Arthur, waiting for the next command to come.
“During this scene,” Arthur stated, “you will refer to me as ‘sir.’ Is that clear?”
From his position at Arthur’s feet, Alfred nodded. “Yes.”
“‘Yes,’ what?”
It took several seconds before Alfred’s eyes widened briefly, as if he suddenly understood. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Arthur said with a smile, running a hand through Alfred’s hair. “Now, are you ready to please me more?” After all, he was already very pleased with how well Alfred was doing so far, though they had only just started.
Alfred nodded, happy to be able to do this for Arthur. He wanted to do it right, wanted to please him, wanted to be everything Arthur wanted and needed in that moment.
Arthur gave a hum of acknowledgement, briefly stepping back to unfasten his pants before tugging them down to his mid-thighs. He then stepped forward, apparently more than pleased with the scenario, as his cock was already half-hard. Alfred glanced down to take in the sight, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Arthur gave him a nod, followed by an order: simply, “Suck.”
Alfred spoke another quiet “yes, sir” before rising up onto his knees, leaning forward and grasping Arthur’s cock in his hand, stroking it several times before taking it into his mouth. He sucked gently at the head, coaxing Arthur into full arousal before beginning to move his head a bit more. Once the shaft in his hand had hardened, he began to slide his mouth up and down along its length, the hand still wrapped around Arthur moving along with him and covering what his mouth did not. Arthur gave a quiet groan at the feeling of that hot wetness wrapped around him, one hand moving to rest itself gently on Alfred’s head, not yet taking a firm hold. Alfred continued to suck, every so often pausing to swirl his tongue under the tip of the head in that special way only Alfred did, the way that drove his partner mad.
Arthur’s hips began moving now, shallow thrusts into that generous mouth which seemed to want nothing more than to take him in. “Mmm, good, very good,” he muttered small praises as Alfred continued to slide up and down his shaft, sucking and teasing with his tongue and using his hand most effectively. The American nation always had been good at this…
Arthur’s hand tangled itself more deeply into Alfred’s hair, and he began to tug Alfred’s head along himself with greater urgency now, pushing him to use more and more of his mouth. Alfred gave a soft noise which vibrated around Arthur’s cock and only encouraged him further. Soon he was pressing for entrance down into Alfred’s tight throat, which Alfred quickly conceded, releasing Arthur from his hand and taking him all the way in, and oh, how good that felt; Alfred was truly amazing, Arthur thought as he sucked in a sharp breath. Alfred took Arthur into his throat several more times, Arthur gasping each time in response to that sensation, before Alfred needed a break, bringing his hand back up to stroke while sucking firmly at the tip of Arthur’s cock until he elicited a low moan from the English nation.
What Do I Want? [2b/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 07:26 am (UTC)(link)Alfred did respond to this, with a nod and another “yes, sir”—and he would never know how very much Arthur liked to hear those words.
Arthur had wanted to begin with something familiar to make Alfred comfortable; now, he wanted to move on to something which they’d never tried before. “Stand up and follow me,” he ordered as he moved over to the bed and seated himself at the edge of the mattress, Alfred trailing not far behind him. “Now,” Arthur patted his thigh, “lay across my lap. You can rest your chest and legs on the bed.”
Alfred nodded and climbed across Arthur’s lap, finding the position a bit awkward at first but eventually settling down into something relatively comfortable. He was pretty sure that he knew what was coming next, and the thought of it both excited and scared him. What if he wouldn’t like it? What if he would disappoint Arthur? Alfred twitched at the touch of Arthur’s hand to his backside, but it was nothing more than a loving caress.
“It’s all right, love,” Arthur reassured, rubbing gently at Alfred’s backside. “I want to spank you now, but I’m going to go slowly. Do you remember your safeword?”
Alfred turned his head over his shoulder to look at Arthur, nodding. “Yes, sir.”
“And what is it?” Arthur prompted.
“‘Red.’” A pause. “It’s ‘red,’ sir.”
“Good, good.” The hand on Alfred’s bottom continued to caress it lovingly, rubbing back and forth across both cheeks as if to warm him up. “Are you ready?”
Alfred nodded, but his body felt tense across Arthur’s lap. Arthur’s hand moved up to rub at Alfred’s lower back until he could feel that body relaxing, loosening up, submitting. “I know you nodded earlier, but I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” Alfred’s body, to Arthur’s surprise, didn’t tense up again, but instead remained relaxed. Very good.
Arthur didn’t want to use any implements this time, though he hoped that someday he could; for now, for a first time, he felt that the intimacy of using his hand to spank was the most appropriate. He gave Alfred’s backside one final rub before drawing his hand away from the skin. Keeping his hand lightly cupped, he gave the underside of the cheek closest to him a light smack, barely firm enough to be heard. When Alfred didn’t complain or tense up, he delivered another spank, this time to the opposite cheek, with about the same intensity. After this, he paused to rub both buttocks again, massaging away what sting there was before pulling away and bringing his hand down once more, a bit more firmly this time. Again, he stopped to massage the spot briefly with his fingers together before spanking the other cheek, still more firmly. Slowly, he built up the spanking like this, every so often pausing to rub and sooth away the sting before continuing. He stopped to rub, too, when Alfred first made a small noise, though it didn’t sound like an unpleasant one; the other nation’s body also remained relaxed, which Arthur took as a cue that everything was all right. Subsequent spanks also drew forth small noises, and Arthur paused to ask, “How are you holding up?”
“Good,” Alfred responded without turning his head; he still seemed a bit far away. “I’m good... This feels kinda nice, actually…”
What Do I Want? [2c/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 07:27 am (UTC)(link)Alfred, feeling a little floaty and with an unexpectedly pleasant sting in his backside, wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. Was he, as the submissive, allowed to ask for a reward? In the end, he simply gave a small “mmhmm” and a nod.
“Yes,” agreed Arthur, “yes, you do.” The hand stroking Alfred’s pink cheeks dipped down between them to tease lightly with a finger at Alfred’s entrance. Alfred whimpered. Arthur smiled. “Is that good? Is that something you’d like?”
“Y-yes. Sir,” Alfred added quickly, as if he had momentarily forgotten. As if to demonstrate that he did indeed want it, his body rocked back into Arthur’s touch as Arthur circled a teasing finger around Alfred’s hole, eliciting a moan.
Arthur hummed appreciatively at Alfred’s enthusiasm. “All right then. You can get off my lap now and move up to the pillows. Lie down on your back and get comfortable.”
Alfred nodded and carefully rose from Arthur’s lap, sprawling himself across the bed with his head resting on a pillow against the headboard. His knees were lifted and his legs already spread in anticipation, and Arthur couldn’t help himself from taking a few seconds to admire the view. Quickly, however, he reached over to open the drawer of their nightstand and retrieve a bottle of lubricant. He crawled up between Alfred’s legs and popped open the cap, drizzling a generous amount of the lube over his fingers before setting the bottle back down on the nightstand. Leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Alfred’s lips, Arthur allowed his fingers to drift back between those supple cheeks to tease again at Alfred’s hole. Slowly, carefully, he slid the very tip of a finger inside his lover as he kissed down his neck, then pressed it all the way in as he began to nibble at the juncture where neck met shoulder. Alfred groaned, clearly enjoying the attention; Arthur now pulling his finger out slowly, now sliding it back inside more swiftly. Soon enough, Arthur felt that Alfred was ready for a second finger, and he introduced it gradually until both fingers were fully inside Alfred. He began to move them in and out, watching Alfred’s now-flushed face closely for any indication of discomfort, but he found none. Searching carefully, he found Alfred’s prostate and gave it a gentle rub. His kisses strayed from Alfred’s neck down to his chest, and he alternated between kissing gently and biting and sucking to leave darkened red marks on that tanned skin, every so often causing Alfred to gasp aloud.
What Do I Want? [2d/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 07:28 am (UTC)(link)Arthur lightly slapped the outside of Alfred’s thigh with his free hand. “How do you ask?”
Alfred was jolted slightly, but he responded almost immediately, “Please, sir. Can I have another finger?”
“Much better,” Arthur murmured, pleased. He carefully added a third finger as asked, continuing to kiss and nip and suck his way down Alfred’s chest, stopping now to tease at the other nation’s nipples. He swirled his tongue around the right nipple and tugged at it lightly with his teeth, making Alfred squirm pleasurably, before moving over and doing the same thing to the left. Meanwhile, all three fingers were hitting Alfred’s prostate now, and Alfred was gasping and arching his back and gripping at the bed sheets in pleasure. Between Arthur’s fingers inside him and Arthur’s mouth pleasuring his chest, Alfred was nearly to climax.
“Sir!” he moaned. “Aah! I think I’m going to—!”
And with those words, Arthur’s fingers stopped moving. “Not yet, you won’t.”
“Please,” Alfred begged, “please let me come, sir.”
Arthur smacked Alfred’s thigh again. “I said no.”
“But I—!”
“No!” Arthur scowled and gave a firmer slap this time, and Alfred shook.
“Stop! Red, red…”
What Do I Want? [3a/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 07:29 am (UTC)(link)Arthur’s eyes widened, and he snapped out of his role immediately. “What’s the matter, love? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He slowly, carefully withdrew his fingers from Alfred’s body before climbing up the mattress to lie beside him. “Alfred? Alfred, tell me what happened.”
Alfred’s eyes were wide and he was staring up at the ceiling instead of meeting Arthur’s own eyes. “I don’t know. It was fine when you were spanking me before, but then when you hit my leg like that I suddenly… I don’t know. Didn’t like it.” His eyes grew wet as he continued to look up at the ceiling. “I didn’t stop you just because I wanted to come or something! I didn’t mean to abuse my safeword, I—.”
But Arthur cut him off. “There’s no such thing as ‘abusing your safeword.’ It’s there for whenever you need it,” he reassured. “Even if you had used it because you wanted to come, I wouldn’t be angry, all right? I’m the one who’s in the wrong here, I stopped monitoring you as carefully as I should have been. It’s only your first time.”
Alfred finally turned to look at Arthur. “Hold me?”
Arthur nodded and immediately wrapped his arms around Alfred, rocking him gently as he apologized again. “I’m sorry, Alfred. I don’t know why I thought orgasm denial was a good idea, I was in the heat of the moment and not thinking clearly. Please forgive that.”
Alfred nodded against Arthur’s chest. “I do. And I still wanna try this again. I did like it at the beginning, you know? Maybe we just need to negotiate more next time.”
It was a relief to Arthur to hear those words. Selfishly, he had hoped he hadn’t ruined his chances to make this into something pleasurable for both of them, and he was glad that Alfred was still willing. “Yes,” he nodded, “we’ll definitely negotiate more next time. I suppose the sheet we used wasn’t the most thorough thing. There are many more questions I should have asked you first.” Arthur sighed. “Again, I’m sorry. I had no intentions of making you use your safeword. In fact, that’s the last thing I meant to do.”
Alfred nuzzled against Arthur, by now having calmed down. “It’s okay, babe. You’re fine. I mean, you stopped when I asked you to stop, right? Sometimes shit happens, and that’s all anybody can do.”
Arthur nodded, comforted a bit by Alfred’s logic. He looked down and petted Alfred’s head. “If you’d still like to, I can help you come. Outside the scene. Just as ourselves.” He leaned down to kiss Alfred’s head. Then, quietly, “I want to make love to you.”
“Yeah, I’d like that,” Alfred agreed with a smile.
Arthur, too, smiled and nodded again. He paused, in thought. “Are you still stretched enough from before? Or do I need to prepare you a little bit more?”
“I think I’ll be fine. My body feels fine.”
“All right. Help me with my clothes, love.” Arthur released Alfred, moving away so that he could undress. Alfred sat up and began to unbutton Arthur’s shirt, sliding it from his shoulders and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Arthur undid his pants, kicking them off and folding them before placing them down on the floor too. Both naked, Arthur leaned in and kissed Alfred again; Alfred opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to nestle his fingers in the slightly messy hair at the back of Arthur’s head. “Mmm,” Arthur could feel Alfred moaning into his mouth. Finally, the kiss broke, leaving both of them panting and looking into each other’s eyes hungrily. “Do you want—?”
“Yes!”
What Do I Want? [3b/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 07:31 am (UTC)(link)First planting a quick kiss to Alfred’s forehead, Arthur moved back down between his legs, lifted them up to rest on his shoulders, which was one of Alfred’s favorite positions, and positioned himself at Alfred’s entrance. He slowly pressed in, groaning lowly as the tip of his cock entered that tight warmth which always made him feel amazing. Gradually he entered, leaning forward to capture Alfred’s mouth in a gentle kiss. “I do love you,” he whispered, and Alfred nodded.
“Love you too, babe. You feel so… so good inside me.”
“You feel amazing, love. You’re amazing.” Arthur gasped as he slid all the way into Alfred’s body, his hips now flush with Alfred’s backside. He kissed Alfred again, this time a bit more passionately. “I want you.” Kiss. “I need you.” He withdrew his cock, then slowly but smoothly slid it back in.
Alfred let out a soft whine. “Need you, need you too. Ahh, yeah…” His arms wrapped around Arthur’s neck and held him close.
Arthur loved feeling needed like this; not just because of Alfred’s words but because of the way he was drawn in close, because of the look in Alfred’s eyes, because of the way Arthur’s heart felt when making love to Alfred like this. He began to move now, rocking his hips back and forth against Alfred. He closed his eyes and basked not only in the physical sensations, but the emotions as well. “I want you to know,” he said as he went, “how brave you were earlier and how proud I am of you.” Arthur gave Alfred another kiss, soft and meaningful. “Not just anyone could have done what you did for me.” Yet another kiss, this one firmer. “Thank you so much.”
Alfred nodded, smiling broadly and with a light flush in his cheeks. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled quietly between breaths.
“Yes, you are so good, you’re so good, Alfred.” As he continued to move, Arthur never stopped his praise and devotion. He kissed Alfred again, tongue darting inside his mouth to taste every inch of him, to be completely surrounded by Alfred’s heat in every way possible. Alfred’s tongue came up to meet his, and they moved together, slick and smooth and warm and wanting. When Arthur finally pulled away, neither of them could suppress a smile. Arthur mouthed an ‘I love you’ and Alfred closed his eyes, taking everything in, feeling more than he’d thought he could feel.
Alfred was moaning loudly now as Arthur thrust, and his legs gripped Arthur’s shoulders more tightly than ever. He loved the feeling of having Arthur inside him, loved the friction, the heat, the stretch. It drove him crazy and made him feel calm; it was all he wanted and more than he could ever ask for. Indeed, soon it would be too much for him; he could feel his orgasm coming on fast, faster than usual since he had been denied earlier. The noises he was making grew louder, less controlled, and he rocked his body down onto Arthur’s cock, slapping their bodies together loudly with a groan.
Arthur hissed at the feeling of his cock being slammed into Alfred’s body like that, and his hands gripped the bed sheets as he rocked forward into Alfred again, just as hard. “God, Alfred…” he breathed through his teeth, “love you.”
What Do I Want? [3c/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 07:32 am (UTC)(link)“Go ahead and come,” Arthur reassured, “come whenever you like.” He continued to thrust in and out of that strong body, heaving shuddering breaths as he, too, felt himself coming close to the edge. One hand grasped the headboard to better brace himself, and he began to move faster, causing Alfred to shudder and whine and squirm beneath him.
Alfred reached an arm up to grasp Arthur’s hand on the headboard, feeling the heat of it beneath his palm and relaxing just a bit. His other hand found his cock and began to pump it urgently, and combined with the feeling of Arthur thrusting inside him, he quickly brought himself to climax. He squeezed Arthur’s hand tightly as he came with a force, spurting across his own stomach and chest. Earlier denial had only served to make this orgasm even more intense than usual, and Alfred’s torso jerked forward slightly as he involuntarily tightened around Arthur’s member.
Arthur groaned at that, giving several hard thrusts before returning to his previous rhythm. “Aah, haah, hnnn…” Alfred moaned with each one. The look on the American nation’s face, too… combined with those noises, it only made Arthur’s body feel hotter and hotter. A few more jerks of his hips and soon he was spilling liquid heat, gasping as he came hard. His hand left the headboard to grip Alfred’s, and they both lowered slowly down onto the pillows. Arthur used his free hand to pull out carefully, making sure to keep hold of the condom until he was completely freed from Alfred’s body. He quickly and discreetly removed the condom and discarded it in the small wastebasket beside the bed.
Chests heaving, Arthur and Alfred looked into each other’s eyes, Alfred’s half-lidded and Arthur’s open wide. They spoke at the same time.
“That was—.”
“I love—.”
Arthur laughed lightly. “You first.”
Alfred nodded. “That was wow. Really good. And not just the sex, everything. I was honestly surprised that I liked it all as much as I did. Thanks, Arthur.”
“No,” Arthur insisted, “thank you. And I love you, dearly. I can’t praise you enough for how well you did earlier. I’m very proud.”
Alfred tried to resist a smile at the praise, but it tugged at his cheeks until he finally gave in. “Gosh. I love you too, Arthur.” He pulled Arthur in for what was initially a quick kiss.
Arthur kissed him back, opening his mouth a bit and tracing his tongue along the line of Alfred’s mouth, persuading Alfred to allow his tongue entrance, which Alfred conceded. Their tongues brushed lightly, then more determinedly as the kiss deepened.
Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur and pulled him close, holding Arthur tightly as they continued to kiss. He felt immensely happy to be able to hold Arthur in his arms now, as well as having been able to please him earlier. Arthur snuggled against Alfred’s body, warm and comfortable and loved. Neither of them could ask for more.
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Thanks to those who encouraged me to write more! I never imagined that little kink-negotiation fill turning into something like this. Part of me worries that I ruined a good fill by trying to write more… But I hope I kept up the mood from the first part of the fill, and that all of you readers enjoyed it!
Re: What Do I Want? [3c/3]
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)Not!OP
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 03:16 am (UTC)(link)... Please, please write more! *pleading eyes*
Re: What Do I Want? [3c/3]
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