Adulated - To be flattered
Arthur has always been a classy man. He likes things done in a very proper, gentlemanly way. He adores logic and he hates things being done spontaneously.
That's when Alfred isn't around. When Alfred is around, Arthur changes. It's not like it's a bad change, because he makes him different. Alfred makes Arthur wild.
Arthur does things with Alfred that he would never dream of doing when he is alone. Like that one time Alfred made Arthur wear that shirt for Independence day.
"I feel bloody ridiculous." The Brit glared at the American as he stepped out of their room in a Superman shirt. His light blonde hair was gelled into spikes, and Arthur hated it.
"This outfit makes me look…" he started.
"Sexy?" Alfred interrupted, kissing him quickly before he could argue.
"I was going to say contemptible, but you insist, babe." Arthur managed a smile, eyes dancing playfully.
"Contemptible, hmm? That's quite the fancy word." Alfred wondered. He stared at Arthur before stating "No but really, babe, you look sexy.
Arthur smiled uncontrollably, allowing the American to kiss him again.
He loves how hot Alfred's mouth is.
Alfred's tongue explores Arthurs mouth, and it nearly makes him squeal in pleasure. He wants this to go on forever. Forget that stupid party, if he could, he would stay and kiss him all night. But no, he must go to this party to celebrate his boyfriends birthday.
After this long, passionate kiss, the American pulled away for air.
"We should get going I suppose." He sighed, he obviously wanted more, too. "But I have nothing against what we do after the party..." he growled suggestively.
Arthur didn't need to think twice about this offer, he knew his answer before Alfred even finished his sentence. They playfully raced to the car, Which Alfred won undoubtedly; his prize being a quick, but sweet kiss. They both entered the red sports car, smiling at each other. They buckled up, almost simultaneously. Alfred started the engine, revving it up a little. Arthur chuckled at the Americans attempt to impress him and rested his head on the back of the chair. He sighed, reminiscing over what had happened in two years that he had been living with the love of his life, the man who sat in the driver's seat. Yes, how fast these years had flown. He remembered their first kiss, the day he moved in, when they had those small arguments over what colour scheme the bedroom would be.
He knew that tonight would be a night to remember.
