Alfred peered around the lifeless classroom. His English teacher, Mr. Kirkland, was teaching another dreary lesson. "And the answer to that question is, Alfred?", Arthur inquired. "Uhhh", Alfred looked around the room. A rush of embarrassment filled through him as he realized everybody was making dead eye contact with him. "Could you repeat it?", Alfred said numbly. As Arthur was about to speak, an abrupt loud repetitive sound filled throughout school. The bell. As Alfred stood up to get his possessions, Mr. Kirkland stopped him. "Stay with me", Arthur muttered. As the classroom steadily emptied, Alfred and Arthur were the only ones left in the room. "A bright sexy young man like you should be paying attention in my class", Arthur said licking his lips. Alfred blushed. Did he just say he was sexy?
"I'm afraid I'll have to punish you, Alfred", Arthur glinted. "What?!", Alfred said shockingly. "Take off your pants. Or detention. Now". Alfred, whom realized he was deprived of any alternative, complied. Turning around, he undid his garments. Left in his boxers, he turned back around. "I kind of feel uncom-". "Looks like I'll have to do it myself", Arthur cut off. Pinning Alfred on to one of the desks, he closed his mouth. Astounded by what Arthur had done, Alfred tried to strangle, but ceased when he felt the brush of the Englishman's soft delicate fingertips brush along his vital regions. Breathing heavily, Arthur briskly stripped off the thin fabric covering Alfred's crotch. Lowering his head, he broke away Alfred's silent murmurs, and started to make out with him as he stroked Alfred's increasingly throbbing member. Alfred, stunned at first, eventually gave in. Eagerly, their tongues sought unison, sucking tenderly. Caressing the American's chest, Arthur fondled enthusiastically with his insides, sticking one up and down. When their lip embracing came to a halt, Arthur brushed away the American's messy dark blonde hair away from his sparkling blue eyes.
"My infatuation in you has certainly grown over the past few months", Arthur sighed, "I couldn't control my impulses". Alfred, unresponsive at first, gazed lustfully into his instructor's eyes. "It's okay. I kind of like it" Alfred said, trying to conceal his smile. "Does that mean?...", Arthur trailed off. "Be my boyfriend, Arthur", Alfred proclaimed.