Trigger Happy
Pairing: America/England
Line of dialogue: "Wait right there, don't move!"
First in the line of dialogue request list. Written unprompted as a warm up. Please enjoy (◡‿◡✿)
Arthur was beautiful.
Oh he wasn't photogenic, he would argue. He never liked to smile since he was so self-conscious of his teeth, and he wasn't much of the smiling type either way.
Alfred couldn't argue with that. It was true that he hardly smiled, but who needed to smile with eyebrows so beautifully crafted for scowling? The scowl that provoked was worth the numbing punch to his arm; the picture he had captured was one of his favourites of Arthur.
"Wait right there, don't move!"
"What, what is it?"
"I said, don't move!"
"Oh not again, Alfred!"
An irate hand clasped over his camera and thrust it aside. Alfred let out a horrified squawk at the thought of his lens smudging as Arthur drew up to glare in his face.
"One more picture and I will be throwing the damned thing into the lobster tank," he hissed, ignoring the stares two adult men having a tiff in a seaside family restaurant was inevitably drawing.
So it was with surprise and delight that Arthur agreed to a naked photo shoot. Having him strip off quickly turned into something heavier and breathier – and Alfred was finding just how adorable it was the way Arthur couldn't keep from simultaneously blushing and glowering into the camera.
"Stop… leering at me," Arthur panted, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth in a futile and half-hearted effort to stifle himself.
"I'm not leering," Alfred leered back.
Before Arthur could retort, Alfred snapped forward his hips in a quick, sudden thrust. He let out a groan then, not entirely displeasured, and his comeback forgotten, he tossed back with a muttered, "…fuckin' pervert."
The camera strap had plastered itself to the back of Alfred's sweat-sticky neck. It was uncomfortable, the device weighing heavy in one hand and slippery in his palm, and he was having real trouble focusing with all the movement and poor lighting (Arthur had drawn the line on setting up studio lighting in the bedroom).
But as he snapped picture after picture of Arthur beneath him – legs spread, back arched, arm slid across his eyes and teeth worrying his lower lip, dusky nipples standing pert – Alfred found he couldn't stop his compulsion.
Arthur was beautiful.