Chapter 6:
It was nearing the end of the fourth month. The people in China called it the month of the bull. In England, it was the month of rain. Arthur didn't think it was very special. In fact, he hated the month of April. It rained quite a bit, which pleased the magic in him, but still, he didn't like April anymore.
He would be turning nineteen in less than a week. With every year, Arthur's chances of that arranged marriage grew larger and larger. That was something he wasn't looking forward to.
It was getting really hard to be around Alfred. They were just so in love that any intelligent person would have taken notice. The Prince made excuses to avoid Arthur and Arthur did the same. They were trying to avoid pain, but doing so just created frustration. For the first time in quite a while, Arthur felt the need to take care of his own desire, which was quite a strong reaction for someone he had never even kissed.
And the tension in the Capital increased more and more everyday.
…
It was the night before his nineteenth birthday that something changed. He didn't know what happened—maybe Alfred ran out of patience.
The Prince burst through his doors while Arthur had been reading a book. It was sort of a surprise to see him; they hadn't had anymore contact than a few desperate glances in the corridors of the palace the previous week.
"Hi." He looked a little shaken.
"Hello. How have you been?"
"Alright. I just wanted to talk to you for a while."
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"Well—look, Arthur. I can't do this. And when I say I can't, I mean that I'm not supposed to act like this. I'm supposed to wait for my match just like you, and if I'm unhappy, I have to deal with it. That's what's expected of me. I have to be perfect."
"Al, I—"
"Wait! What I'm trying to say is that I'm tired of it. I don't want to be perfect all the time. I want to enjoy myself for a little while."
Arthur stood up. "What are you trying to say?"
"You know."
"Not really." They were not-so-subconsciously getting closer together.
"I want to be with you. I want to kiss you." Alfred had backed him up against the cool, hard walls.
"I want you." He whispered it softly in Arthur's ear.
He looked up at Alfred and their lips finally, finally, met.
It wasn't just a peck. For some reason, it felt like they didn't have time for that. Arthur clung onto Alfred like he was the sole item keeping him alive in the world. Alfred was a good kisser, something that Arthur didn't expect from his earlier behavior. Well, he supposed that love was discouraged; not lust.
About the same time that Arthur became aware of Alfred's tongue in his mouth, he also realized that he had been lifted up to Alfred's height against the wall.
He just gave into temptation and wrapped his legs around the Prince's waist.
When the broke apart for air, Alfred went right for his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there.
"A-ah. You're going to… leave a mark." Arthur was panting a bit—Alfred had quite literally taken his breath away.
"And?" He was grinning in between his kisses, Arthur could feel it.
"Someone will see."
"Fine." Alfred set him on his feet again and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on Arthur's shirt. He focused his attention on the spot where neck met shoulder.
Arthur wrenched his head back up so they could kiss again. His mind was reeling with thoughts that he simply couldn't control. A small voice in the back of his head said that they were going too far, too fast, but Arthur couldn't care less. This is what they had both been longing for. He was too in love to take it slow.
He lifted Alfred's shirt over his head, and sighed at the loss of contact when it passed over his head. Alfred used it as an opportunity to unbutton the rest of Arthur's shirt, and he shivered as Arthur ran his hands across his chest and his defined stomach. Arthur led his traveling fingers to the buttons and ties of his pants.
"Arthur…" The way Alfred said his name was almost like a plea for mercy. His stormy eyes said lots of unspoken things.
"Come with me." Oh, double entendres. Arthur loved them so.
He walked back through his chambers until he reached the area that his bed was in. He could hear Alfred close behind, and he made sure to put a little extra swish in his step, just for show.
When he reached his bedroom, he turned towards his prince. Alfred had no qualms to taking the lead. He backed Arthur up against and then onto his bed. As Arthur was laid down, he crawled on top of the begetter and kissed him slowly. They were both starting to get very hard, and very impatient.
Alfred got Arthur naked first, but he was disrobed shortly after. They spent some more time rutting their hips together and kissing with a desperate force.
Alfred pulled away. "Do you have—"
"Yes. One second." Arthur reluctantly left the bed to find the vial of oil that made things a lot less painful. It was placed in his suitcase on the ground, so he had to swallow his pride and bend over to get it, which received a whistle from his eager soon-to-be lover.
He stood up, vial in hand. "Oh, shut up."
The second he returned to his bed, Alfred pushed him down on his hands and knees. Arthur was shocked—it was a bold move for a couple's first time, but he would allow it for now.
"You okay?" Alfred pushed his legs further apart, so Arthur sunk down to his elbows.
"Yes. Please, Al."
Arthur could hear the bottle being uncorked as Alfred spread the mixture onto his fingers. He felt one finger slowly circle his entrance, and push in.
He moaned, probably too loud. He couldn't help it—physically, this was the first time in over a year that something besides his own fingers have entered him. Mentally, this was Alfred, and Arthur could think of nothing better than how the prince was treating him right now.
Alfred moved his finger in and out, and when Arthur loosened up, he added a second one.
Arthur was instinctively pushing back on those long fingers, practically screaming whenever Alfred came remotely close to his prostate.
"Perfect, Arthur. You're perfect. So tight. Fuck."
Alfred rarely swore. But at this perfect prince's dirty language, a shiver of lust ran down Arthur's spine.
Alfred must have noticed, because he continued it as he added his third finger.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Arthur? Do you want to come? I can make you come. Right now, even."
Arthur shook his head. "No. Ngh, want you inside me. Now."
Alfred took his fingers out, slowly, and Arthur whined, feeling empty. He watched over his shoulder as Alfred slicked up his large cock.
Alfred turned him around to lie on his back. He kissed him once, and then pushed in. It was a lot to handle—this was the prince, this was the one he loved, this was too much and not enough.
Alfred was fully inside him, and when Arthur adjusted, he started to move. Slow, at first, but picking up speed at a steady rate. By now, Arthur didn't have a doubt that Alfred had done this before, but he wasn't exactly innocent either. He gave an experimental shove of his hips toward Alfred's and was rewarded with a strike of his prostate.
He cried out again and Alfred angled his hips in that direction to hit it repeatedly. His rhythm increased as Alfred slammed his cock inside of him. He was so deep. Arthur could feel him everywhere—this man was overriding his senses. It was too much. Too good.
"Al, I'm com- I- I-"
"Me too."
Arthur came first, in a flash of white where he finally allowed his body to go slack under Alfred's. Alfred kept pumping through Arthur's pleasure, and when Arthur was down from his high, he pushed himself deep, and he came hard inside him. He rode it out, moaning incoherent words and when he was done, he slowly pulled out.
Alfred fell to Arthur's right to lie down next to him. Arthur curled into him instantly, not caring at all for the mess between them. He returned Alfred's kiss whole-heartedly, and let himself be held tightly. This was where he had longed to be for months, for a year. This was so, so right.
And as he slowly drifted off to sleep, he heard Alfred say exactly what he needed to hear:
"Happy Birthday, Arthur. I love you."
It was 12:37, the beginning of his birthday, and Prince Alfred had given him the best present ever.
End of Chapter Six
Whoo. That took some effort to write.
But I'm glad that the boys resolved their year of UST.
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