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? [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]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-07 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)