A/N Hello, this is my first fanfiction so helpful critique is very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Arthur/England & Kiku/Japan belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I don't own them in any way. Sadly.
Arthur sat on the couch in Kiku's home watching the foreign show the Japanese man put on. He stole a glance at the smaller man mimicking the audience on the screen. The English man thought about how beautiful Kiku was. Still Arthur couldn't help but imagine the Japanese man under his clothing. Pale, soft, body crying out to satisfy his need. Panting his name with every thrust of his hips, fucking him until he couldn't handle it any-
"Ah Arthur-san is something wrong?" Kiku asked, worry painting his features.
Arthur felt himself blush. He was caught thinking such lustful thoughts. Stuttering he answered, "I-I uh was just wondering if the hostess's skirt ever flew up."
He mentally punched himself for such a stupid reply. Kiku was going to go off on him for this one.
"Arthur-san are you really that big of a pervert? I would expect this from anyone else but you!" Enraged Kiku moved away from the man. They sat in an awkward silence for the rest of the program.
Thirty minutes passed when Kiku turned off the television.
"I'll show you to your room" Kiku stated mechanically walking away with the English nation stumbling after him.
"If there's anything you need..." Kiku started boredly.
"No, but something I want," Arthur purred pulling Kiku in for a quick kiss. The Japanese nation eyes grew wide and cheeks red by his action. Slowly moving to his neck, small moans escaped the smaller man's lips.
"A-Arthur w-w-we shouldn't," Kiku gasped. Smirking, Arthur undid the Kiku's yukata as well as his own. Moving his lip's from Kiku's neck to his chest he began thinking of everything he would do to his Japanese companion. Heaving chest rubbing against one another with every thrust. Sweaty bodies molding together to become one. Kiku would forever be his.
The blonde excitedly listened to the gasps and moans of his brunette lover. Hurriedly he made his way to Kiku's underwear. Then he saw it.
A pair of hands covering the engorged member beneath them.
The English man looked up in confusion, extremely large eyebrows furrowed.
"Kiku, what's wrong? You don't want to?"
"Ah it's just," he sighed, "I'm sorry, but I just met you. I'm just not ready for this so soon. If I came off as an easy skank I'm not. Enjoy your night Arthur-san." He scurried out of the room leaving the confused to himself.
I guess I moved to fast for him