Deanon from the kink meme. The prompt is never been done rare pairing and off I went! This is an old drabble (LOL I always write drabbles, can't write longer stuffs to save my own life.) and yeah, I'm organizing my fics today by uploading them here for easy archiving of some sort.
Lastly, I find weird satisfaction in writing grown up!kick ass!Sealand.
Hands roaming, the alcohol talking.
Slurred words and heated skin.
Sadiq is smashed beyond belief. He can't help but chuckles softly at the absurdity of what's happening (He! Former Ottoman fucking Empire. Getting drunk and screwing with a mere infant. No, okay, an infant that's growing up too damn fast now. Still. What the hell is this shit? His boyfriend's brother would have said, with a dainty porcelain cup in his hand and furrowed great brows), making the other turns his head and look at him with those intense, intoxicating eyes. Mouth that can be described as delicate moves and words tumble out of those damn kissable lips. He only recognizes one out of so many.
Gorgeous.
Ha!
Gorgeous, really? Who would have thought to use that word at him? The alcohol level in his blood must have reached a lethal percentage. He can't be shitted about it because those fingers feel really delicious on his skin.
He tries, he really does, to tell the boy; If I'm gorgeous, then you are a smokin' hot angel. Damn.
Instead, he falls into the pleasurable sensations. Words are forgotten and he lets Peter works him. He's pleased that the other knows what to do in an absurd situation such as this.
Damn pleased, indeed.
England is a grand fool to overlook the, ah, talented young man.
It's okay, his alcohol fueled brain cells try to tell him. It's okay because you're the one reaping all the benefits. You're a damn lucky bastard, Sadiq. His inner monologue marvels at "why the heck Peter bleeping Kirkland agreed to go out with him? And how funny England looked with that intense shade of red afterward." Har har har, take that!
And it's totally okay with him if he can't sit down properly tomorrow.