WARNING: THIS IS ONLY PART 1 OF CHAPTER 2
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The morning sun kissed the bare skin of the two lovers on the king sized bed. Mingling bodies gripping each other for warmth and comfort. Arthur groans as he is woken up by the invading light. Shielding his eyes with his arm and shifting in the bed to turn to find the Spaniard curled up next to him, head where the others shadow shielded him from the sun. He sighs and puts an arm around Antonio, kissing his forehead, causing the man to snake his arms around Arthur, if possible, pulling them closer concealing the latent warmth between the covers of their naked bodies.
Arthur sighed, I guess I could stay in bed for a while...
Opposite to what he thought, the phone on the bedside table next to Antonio rang loud and clear. Antonio grunted in annoyance refusing to pick up the phone, choosing to grip onto Arthur all the tighter.
"T-Toni…! I can't breathe!" Arthur gasped, the phone still ringing. Antonio shook his head, refusing to budge as Arthur pushed against him. Sighing, Arthur lifted himself and manoeuvred over his lover. Arthur grabbed the phone and groaned at what he heard.
"Yo! ARTHUR! ENGLAND! BRITAIN! DUDE! WA…"
Arthur moved the phone from his deafened ear. Antonio shifted behind him and frowned with annoyance, "Estúpido Americano…¿Qué es lo que quiere?"
Arthur chuckled and patted Antonio's head, kissing his forehead trying to calm the annoyed Spaniard.
"HEY! YOU THERE BRITAIN!?" the phone screamed, the loud American being the root of it all. Unwillingly, Arthur placed the phone back to his ear.
"Would you shut up...?" Arthur groaned into the speaker.
A rustling of what sounded like paper and a loud bite was heard, "Ar-mmph-ur! Yur-ugh therrruh!"
"What?!" Arthur shouted back into the phone. Antonio groaned and rolled out of bed ruffling his hair, sitting beside Arthur yawning.
On the other end of the phone undecipherable sound was heard, the only hints at what was happening on Alfred's end was left on Arthur's guess. Loud rustling of paper, annoying slurping noises, Arthur rolled his eyes. "Alfred…"
"Mmyeaphm?!"
Arthur placed a thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose and groaned, "ALFRED! STOP EATING! AND TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!"
Antonio rolled his eyes as he shifted the covers and got out of bed naked, padding towards the bathroom. Arthur just stared.
"Dude…? You there dude?" Alfred's voice broke through to Arthur.
"Uh…Yeah…what did you want Alfred?" Arthur's mind reluctantly switched back to the American.
"Dude! We got a meeting at your place today!"
"What?" Arthur rubbed his eyes, hearing water being turned on in the bathroom, "I thought yesterday was the last one…Ludwig said so as well."
"Dude…America ordered another!" The American laughed, "Better listen to the hero!"
"Bloody wanker…"
"So get dressed and get over here,"
"Okay…Okay!" Arthur frowned.
"…Oh and…"
"What is it?!"
"Preferably not covered in cum…and other stuff," Alfred sung.
"Shut the fuck up!" Arthur threw the phone down red with embarrassment. He looked to the closed bathroom door and smirked, walking towards it.
Antonio relished the hot water pouring onto his tight muscles, reaching over to grab his shampoo from the usual place only to find it not there. Looking around he saw Arthur standing in a towel holding the bottle.
"….pass it over…" Antonio put his hand out.
Arthur smirked and shook his head. "No."
Rolling his eyes, Antonio went back into the hot water and started to wash himself with the soap. Arthur stepped into the shower with him, hugging Antonio from the back. "Toni…."
His hands moved around Antonio's soap covered body, cleaning it for him. Hand roamed lower to his crotch with light finger touches on his cock gently stroking him. Smiling, Antonio reached down to stop Arthur, gripping Arthur's hands in both of his.
"No…not now Arthur…" Antonio shook his head.
"Why?" Arthur pouted trying to move his hands.
Antonio turns Arthur and pushes him under the water with his body, holding both Arthur's wrists in one hand and the other roamed stroking his cock. Arthur looked down wriggling in his makeshift bondage, flushing bright red.
"Because you still need to be punished…" Antonio whispered into Arthur's ears before pulling away and stepping out of the shower. Pulling a towel over him, Antonio padded out, shaking his hair.
"I thought you would have forgotten about that…!" Arthur shouted after him but all he heard in return was the Spaniard's iconic laughter.
Arthur shivered under the hot water, what on earth does he have planned...
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Outside, Antonio was in his towel, taking his time choosing his clothes that are suitable for the meeting to be held. Standing on his side of their large walk in wardrobe, Antonio had a staring contest with all his suits and formal wear. Sighing he looked behind him seeing Arthur's impressive collection of suits ranging from black to white, each with their own matching ties and other accessories.
What to wear…
Looking back, he spotted his black dress shirt and red tie thrown on top of the armchair in the room, rubbing the back of his neck; Antonio moved towards it and shrugged. It's not dirty…might as well…
Holding the shirt and tie, Antonio pulled a pair of black pants out of the drawers as well.
Pulling on his pants, Antonio heard the water from the shower close.
"…Time for your punishment…" Antonio mused.
Arthur strolled into the walk in wardrobe patting his hair dry with a towel. He carefully avoided the lustful eyes of his lover, nervous for what fate is about to befall him. Noticing this Antonio grinned, sensing the tense aura that radiated from Arthur.
Arthur hastily picked a suit arrangement and began to dress. Antonio, still shirtless, followed suit, pulling on his black shirt, eyes never wavering from his lover. Feeling the heavy gaze on his back as he dressed in front of the mirror, Arthur caught a glimpse at what Antonio was wearing.
"You are not wearing that…" Arthur murmured through the uncomfortable silence, unable to help his obsession with suit wear.
Snapping out of his trance Antonio looked down at his attire. "Why not?"
Arthur finished buttoning up the final button on his shirt and walked over to Antonio, still in his towel, "Because…for the last time, black isn't used for meetings like this…"
Antonio pouted, "but I like this shirt…you bought it for me."
Arthur walked past the Spaniard and to his lover's drawer of neatly folded dress shirts, "Yes I know, but not for this occasion," he picks out a white shirt out and throws it at Antonio, "Wear that, it's more casual for today, and no tie."
The Spaniard reluctantly took off the black shirt and, at Arthur's orders, replaced it with the white one.
"This shirt is too tight…" He mumbled.
Arthur rolled his eyes and walked back to his side of the room, the towel threatening to come loose, "Stop complaining…it suits you."
Antonio stared at the towel wanting it off and on the ground. Walking slowly and quietly towards his lover, Antonio wrapped his arm around Arthur's waist, hand resting on the towel. Antonio kissed his way up Arthur's neck, "What are you wearing then...?"
Arthur shivered at the Spaniard's touch, feeling a familiar and pleasurable sensation coursing through his body.
"You can't go to work wearing a towel," Antonio murmured, his free hand slipped between Arthurs towel.
Arthur groaned with annoyance and pushed away from his lover, "Fuck off!"
The other laughed and held up a white towel, Arthur's emerald eyes widened, face flushed with embarrassment. Antonio looked Arthur up and down with amusement liking what he saw, dressed upper body but naked lower.
"Give it back!" Arthur held out his hand, the other covering up his privates.
Antonio poked his tongue out playfully, "No."
Giving up, Arthur turned back to his clothes and reached for underwear. Antonio's hand gripped onto Arthur's wrist. Arthur turned to angrily shout at the Spaniard but in a blur of moments he found himself on the armchair, legs held apart by Antonio's body. The Spaniard towered over the blonde.
Struggling, Arthur felt uncomfortable with his legs spread for his lover to see.
"Antonio! We are going to be late for the meeting! Now isn't the time!" Arthur shouted, pushing against Antonio's well-built chest.
"Shh...Did we forget your punishment?" Antonio chuckled, "We aren't going to be late if you stop struggling."
Arthur glared at Antonio, "Let me go...NOW!"
Antonio pushed his knee between Arthur's open legs, and massaged Arthur's cock gently. Arthur closed his eyes to the stimulation, trying to ignore it.
"Don't ignore it...you know you want it," Antonio smirked.
Arthur shook his head angrily. Leaning over to the shelf behind the armchair, Antonio grabbed the remote vibrator he used on Arthur the previous night. Arthur's eyes widened, "N-No!"
The Spaniard sung, "Yes…"
"T-Toni! We have a meeting in…" Arthur looks desperately at the clock behind Antonio, "…Fifteen minutes…!"
"…So…?" Antonio's hands roamed towards Arthur's still slightly stretched hole
"…A…And America….s-said…"
Antonio pokes a finger inside the puckered hole, "What did the Americano say…?"
The Britain pushed with all his strength trying to get the Spaniard off him, "I just had a shower!"
Antonio hummed, "...Your point? Punishment is punishment."
"Fuck off!" The blonde shouted angrily.
Putting on a grin, Antonio forced the vibrator into Arthur, causing the other man to groan. Arthur shifted uncomfortably.
"Y-You…You bastard! I'm still sore!" Arthur grimaced.
Kissing him on the neck, Antonio did his best to soothe his lover. Arthur reached up and bit the man on the neck, seeking some form of revenge. Antonio hissed but allowed the other to continue gnawing at his neck as he positioned the vibrator to sit perfectly against the other's prostate. Arthur's mouth loosened up, moaning and panting trying to rub himself against Antonio's sculpted leg.
"T….T-Toni…" The blonde panted, "Please...!"
"Punishment is punishment…" Antonio replied again.
Pulling off the armchair, the Spaniard stood up and fixed himself in front of the mirror whilst giving commands to Arthur. "You are to keep that in for the duration of the meeting."
Arthur got up shakily, "B-but…"
His lover just stared back, leaning against the doorframe smiling darkly. Arthur looked at him understanding the meaningful look. Antonio was serious. Take it out…and it will be worse for you…
"Please…Toni…whatever I did…I'm sorry," The blonde walked to Antonio, kissing him, touching him. Trying his best to persuade the adamant Spaniard. Fingering the open sliver of shirt that exposed Antonio's chest Arthur pleaded, "…Nothing happened between me and Francis…"
Kissing him back, Antonio smiled, "I understand, I just wanted to have some fun. Please? Think of this as just another way to have fun…to spice things up."
Antonio pulled away chuckling spinning the vibrator remote with his tan fingers, "I won't be cruel."
Turning the knob to the highest setting, nimble finger flicked the switch on. Arthur fell to the ground in shock, the pleasurable vibrations stimulating him causing the man to moan loudly. Walking around the moaning blonde, Antonio grabs his black blazer and walks out of the wardrobe room.
"Arthur, try not to fall when you feel the vibrations," Antonio turns back and switches off the vibrator, "Also, don't cum…we wouldn't want a big mess in the meeting room. I certainly don't mind, but the others don't know your heavenly predicament."
With that, Antonio walked out, "I'm going ahead. Meet you there Arthur."
Arthur stared at the perfect ass of his Spaniard as the man left him sitting on the floor, naked from the bottom up, scared of what's to come.