"Arthur…" A soft voice moaned. Soft gasps and pants filled the bedroom as two bodies laid out on the bed, moving against one another. Arthur gripped onto the other's shoulders, his legs trembling as they parted so that the other could lay on top of him. When did he get so strong? The Englishman thought to himself as Matthew trailed his tender lips down his neck. A soft moan came from him as the other thrusted into him, connecting their bodies in a rush of desire. Their lovemaking always was slow, yet passionate, physically showing the love they held for each other. Lust filled emerald eyes gazed up at his lover, finding warm amethysts looking right at him.
Seeing the love in Matthew's expression caused Arthur's breath to hitch yet again, his chest tightening as his heart thrashed madly in its cage. He wasn't used to seeing such a warm expression directed at him, yet here was Matthew, giving him all the affection he would ever need. Matthew was the only one: The one who had always been at his side, comforted him when all others left, cared for him when depression hit him most, fought at his side and protected him during times of war. Matthew was loyal to him, and for once Arthur found himself loyal to another.
A faint sniffle came from him as he felt tears threatening to leave his eyes. How pathetic. How could a man ever cry during sex? He knew he didn't deserve such treatment though, such love and care from the one he valued most. Matthew was always patient with him and did everything in his power to make his life enjoyable. What could he have ever done to deserve this?
Matthew's movements slowly stilled as he spotted Arthur's bottom lip quivering and the glossy haze that collected in his beloved's eyes. Caressing Arthur's cheek, Matthew wiped the other's tears away. "Am… Am I hurting you?" His voice was soft, laced with worry as he peered down lovingly at Arthur. The Briton merely laughed sadly at the other's concern.
"No, Love. It's just…" He paused, smiling up at the man above him. Arthur always did love how Matthew would fret about him, even if there was no reason for the concern. "I'm just happy that you love me." He finished, a soft smile on his lips. The look on Matthew's face instantly melted his heart, the look of relief and docile joy that draped across the other's expression. Arthur wrapped his arms around the Canadian, pressing their lips together as a seal of his affections.
"I love you, Arthur. More than you'll ever realize." Matthew whispered into Arthur's ear, keeping their bodies close as he moved his hips again, creating the sweet friction they both desired. That night, Arthur held onto his lover, their legs interlaced as he traced Matthew's smooth lips with a finger. For once in a long time, Arthur could say that he was happy. And the source of this contentment was Matthew, his one and only.