A/N: I had to decide between the desk or the wall for a scene in this chapter. I'll probably use the wall some other time. Also, sorry if the editing got wonky near the end. I kinda got lazy and was only half-rereading it while I edited. Enjoy~
Gilbert nuzzled Arthur's chest from where he lay atop the Brit. After their dramatic "reunion", Gilbert had collapsed in Arthur's arms from pure exhaustion. Arthur moved the both of them to Gilbert's bed and had cuddled the albino till he woke up. When Gilbert did, he wasted no time in talking about the past and what happened after Arthur died.
"Peter was the little troublemaker growing up. I ended up scolding him more times than I can count. But then he would apologize and do whatever he could to earn back my favour. But despite his attitude most days, I loved raising him." Gilbert hummed, smiling warmly.
"Paulette loved working in the church and was such a help. Running the church was so much easier thanks to her." Gilbert spent the past ten minutes gushing about the adopted children he had. Arthur listened to every word, heart clenching at the albino's story.
He didn't know if he should feel happy hearing the information or sad that he missed out on it. After all, didn't he once say he'd raise children with Gilbert? Not to mention the albino actually named one of them Peter, a name Arthur had suggested.
"The two of them both grew up and got married, I was so happy. And to think, having Peter take your name is what kept the Kirkland family alive! I never expected it to have such a big effect! And Paulette kept the Beilschmidt name going too!" Gilbert chuckled, nuzzling his head into Arthur's chest and sighing.
Arthur smiled, carding his fingers through Gilbert's hair. "They sound like they were wonderful. I wish I'd had the chance to meet them."
Gilbert gave a small, sad hum. He closed his eyes, sighing softly. "It's not like you could help it. You died, that's all there is to it."
All Arthur responded with was a grunt, for what could he say to that? It was the truth, simple as that. There was no point trying to hang onto the past when it was done and over with. This was a new life and they were new people. Gilbert more than Arthur. And the albino took almost every chance to show Arthur this, intentionally or not.
He told Arthur directly that, while his past life may have loved Arthur, that did not mean he did. Frankly, Gilbert wasn't sure what he felt. He told Arthur that of course he liked him, but he didn't really feel like he could call it love just yet.
Before Arthur could get frustrated at that, Gilbert told him to think about it from his point of view. A week ago, Gilbert had assumed the first time they met was when they became roommates. Just because he had a new set of memories telling him Arthur was his past lover, didn't mean he had to express those emotions right away.
Instead he told Arthur that he completely thought of his past life as a separate person. Seeing as how he didn't grow up with the memories like Arthur did, his personality wasn't a repeat of his past life. Though Arthur did have a few differences from him and his past life, it wasn't like Gilbert's differences. When he thought about it, Arthur could conclude that Gilbert was indeed a different person.
But that didn't stop him from loving Gilbert. After all, even if his personality was different, it was still his Gilbert on the inside. Their main core hadn't changed, just the situation they grew up in. Arthur liked to think that this is what Gilbert would've been in his past life if he hadn't been abandoned and deemed a devil at such a young age.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Gilbert and Arthur carried life on as if they didn't have the memory revelation. Arthur was surprised how Gilbert was able to separate his memories. To him, it was as if they were childhood memories he was able to put away.
To Gilbert, he wasn't at all changed by his past life's memory. The way he saw it, it wasn't like an additional set of memories that he should change to adjust to. It was like childhood memories. You may be different in your childhood than how you were now. Sure your childhood memories stuck with you, but remembering them in the present never did anything but bring up nostalgic feelings. You didn't suddenly change your personality just to match your childhood self when you remembered things.
So that's how Gilbert was handling the memories. He treated them like they were childhood memories that he would think back on and reminisce about, but never change how he acted because of them. It helped him cope far quicker than he thought he would. So as the days passed, he gradually got used to the fact that he had another set of memories.
Life continued at the normal pace and soon Gilbert began to work at the high school he was interviewed by. He was the student teacher for a History class. Instantly everyone was interested in the albino male that was to help out for the rest of the year.
The female population of the classes were most interested, seeing as how their History teacher was a balding man with a thick beard and lanky figure. Gilbert was a nice change for them. From his exotic crimson eyes, pale skin, snow white hair, and the fact he looked quite dapper in a button down shirt and tie. And when the teacher let people ask Gilbert questions, they used this chance to find out as much as they could about him.
"Do you have a wife?" One called out.
Gilbert chuckled, leaning against the whiteboard in the room, arms crossed over his chest and a casual air about him.
"I'm a little too young for a wife."
"Then you're single?"
The albino smiled, "I never said that. I'm in a very happy relationship."
There were a few small disappointed groans from the class, yet their attention instantly perked when someone asked Gilbert where he was from.
"Well, I was born here. But when I was one my father moved us back to his hometown in Germany. I stayed there till I was 12, then me, my dad, and my little brother moved back here." Gilbert hummed.
A girl with her hair pinned back in a bun raised her hand, speaking softly when Gilbert nodded towards her. "Um, I hope it's not rude of me to ask, but why do you look like that? I've never seen someone with white hair and red eyes. Are they natural?"
Gilbert nodded his head, not at all offended by the question. "I have this nasty little thing called albinism. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to look unique, but it isn't all good looks and cool eyes. Albinism is a hereditary inability to produce the pigment melanin. Sometimes people with albinism tend to have a weaker immune system and their eyesight isn't perfect.
"For me, my eyesight is only bad when I have to read small print. As for my immune system, it isn't as bad as when I was growing up. Times like those, I would get fevers that had to have me hospitalized. Though I do get sick occasionally, it's never to that extreme. Even with all those issues, I'm still happy to be born this way." Gilbert explained.
There was a collection of "Oooh"'s from the class. Then one girl raised her hand, grinning widely.
"Mr. Beilschmidt, what type of person are you dating?"
Back to this again? Gilbert internally rolled his eyes, trying not to sigh aloud. "Let's see… I'm dating a British person, so their accent is always nice to listen to. Especially when they're angry and they start shouting words I don't know the meaning of." He chuckled, smiling warmly. "They can't cook to save their life. I actually caught them cooking one time and, being the type of person I am, stole a scone when they weren't looking. It wasn't outright gross, just had a different and unique flavour. Though I won't volunteer to eat it again, but if they offered, I'd eat it anyways. Because even if it tastes horrible, I'll eat anything they cook."
His little ramble earned him a few dreamy sighs from the girls, apparently the young females enjoying the idea of Gilbert being such a romantic gentleman to his lover.
"How long have you been going out?"
Gilbert took a second to think about this, humming. "Not that long really. Maybe a good few months? Though it seems like ages." He admitted, chuckling softly. "But from the looks of things, I can tell this relationship will last long. And that makes me happy."
"Do you wanna marry them?"
The albino blinked in surprise before his cheeks turned a light, visible pink. He gave a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his head. "You know, I never really thought about it before. I guess it's too soon to tell…"
The teacher, finally deciding to help Gilbert out, spoke up. "Alright! That's enough questions. Let's give Mr. Beilschmidt time to get used to this classroom. You'll have plenty of time to ask him things over the course of a year."
And that was how Gilbert's first day on the job started. To be honest, it went better than he expected. Sure he got flirted with by student and teacher alike, but after he expressed how he was in a happy relationship, most of them backed off. Though the few who were more tenacious didn't seem to take the hint.
Still, Gilbert paid it no mind. After all, he was able to return back to the dorms and snuggle with his darling boyfriend. Arthur was very understanding when Gilbert explained how he felt like his past life and himself were different people. Arthur was also understanding when it came to the fact that Gilbert couldn't outright say he loved him despite loving him in their past lives. All in all, Arthur was a wonderful boyfriend that was completely understanding, even if it did frustrate him a bit.
But Arthur never let it damper their relationship. They both didn't act as if nothing happened, but they didn't bring it up either. They merely let it settle and carried on like they did before Gilbert regained his memories.
They still had yet to have sex even when the tension was still there. Sure they did intimate acts, but they never went all the way. There was no real reason why, it was just because there was never the right time to. Either Arthur would come back to the room with a lot of homework or Gilbert came home late and had things to grade for the teacher. On weekends the two either slept it or went out to dinner.
However, one afternoon when Gilbert was letting himself back into their shared room, he received a call from his father. He was asking if Gilbert would be going back to the house during winter break.
"I don't know if I can, Vati. I'm not worried about school or any of that stuff, but I don't exactly want to leave Arthur by himself during Christmas!" Gilbert whined, pouting slightly.
"Arthur?" Gilbert heard quick whispering on the other end of the phone, a voice sounding very much like Romulus. Gilbert's father than spoke, his neutral tone a little sharper than normal. Gilbert winced slightly, noticing the change instantly. It meant his father was annoyed. "Romulus says that is the name of your boyfriend. Is that true?"
"Er… Ja… It's true." He mumbled, setting his satchel down by his desk. "Arthur is my boyfriend."
"And why is it that I was not the first to hear about this? You introduce him to Romulus and yet you cannot bring him home and introduce him to your father or brother?"
Gilbert sighed, tugging at his tie and kicking off his shoes just as Arthur walked into the room. He gave Arthur a grimace, sitting at the edge of his bed.
"I'm sorry, Vati. I know I should've introduced Arthur to you guys first, but remember my first boyfriend? When I introduced him to you, he dumped me the very next day because you intimidated him so badly. He said he couldn't 'handle the pressure'." From the understanding look that dawned on Arthur, Gilbert was able to tell that he understood who Gilbert was talking to.
Gilbert watched Arthur slip off his coat and shoes, tossing his bag on his desk before moving over to Gilbert and climbing behind him to lie on the bed, his hand circling around Gilbert's waist and pulling him to lay down next to Arthur.
"Are you saying this man who is 19 years of age will be intimidated by me? Have you really picked such a pushover of a man?" Came the cold tone.
"No, I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that I wanted Romulus to meet him first and sort of act as a pre-test for when you evaluate him. Romulus may not be as intimidating as you, but he's still pretty intense when he wants to be. And if you ask Romulus, I'm sure he'll tell you he approved of Arthur." Gilbert scoffed, closing his eyes when Arthur began running his hand in a soothing manner up and down Gilbert's arm.
There was silence on the other line before some quick, far off sounding whispering. Then Gilbert's father began speaking German in an annoyed, loud tone and Gilbert sighed. He was arguing with Romulus and, since he could hear the quick Italian being rattled off, Romulus was trying to defend himself.
"Anyways," Gilbert cleared his throat, getting back his father's attention. "Like I said, I don't think I'll be able to come for winter vacation."
"Even if I tell you Elizaveta is visiting with her two daughters? Izabella just turned five and Julianna's second birthday is during the break. Are you sure you don't want to be there?"
Gilbert bit his bottom lip, internally cursing. How could he not want to be there? He loved Izabella and he hadn't even met Julianna yet!
Elizaveta was a wild cousin of Gilbert's that married young and had two daughters. Gilbert, when he had first met Izabella, instantly fell in love with her. He had always loved children and the little girl, despite only being a year old when they met, instantly became attached to the albino. But Elizaveta lived in Hungary with her husband, Roderich. So Gilbert didn't see them as often as he would like.
Though Gilbert butted heads with Elizaveta a lot, the two had a strong bond, almost like siblings. They would argue and pick fights with each other, but always walked away with a grin on their faces and more jokes between them. Elizaveta loved that Gilbert didn't treat her like a woman and fought her like he would a man. In turn, Gilbert loved the fact that Elizaveta didn't shun Gilbert when he got overly obnoxious. The fact that she had children had also been a plus.
When Gilbert had been in Germany one summer, he had instantly become Elizaveta's babysitter, seeing as how he was very good with Izabella. Gilbert loved every moment of it and never complained once. It saddened him when he had to leave Germany to go back to school, but Elizaveta would occasionally call to give him updates on the children. And when she had sent him pictures of the small Julianna, Gilbert couldn't wait to hold her.
Gilbert pouted, "Uuugh, you mentioned that on purpose. You know I wouldn't refuse seeing those two."
There was chuckling and Gilbert pouted further. "I may have said that knowing how you'd react, ja. But even if I had not mentioned them, I would still want you to come. If you're so worried about leaving Arthur at the school, then bring him with you. It'll give you the chance to introduce him, plus you can see Elizaveta's children."
So that's his plan. He just wants to meet Arthur. Gilbert chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I'll ask if he wants to go, but don't expect anything, Vati."
Pulling his phone away from his ear, he looked over his shoulder at Arthur. Giving him a smirk, he chuckled and shook his phone a bit.
"So what do ya say? Wanna go to my dad's place for winter vacation and meet my family? I can promise Romulus will be there, so if we need to escape he can distract my father and then we can slip out the window." Gilbert snickered.
Arthur chuckled, leaning forward to capture Gilbert's lips in a small kiss. He pulled away slightly, only enough that when he talked his lips brushed against Gilbert's.
"I wouldn't mind. It'll be fun." He chuckled, placing another quick kiss to Gilbert's lips.
Gilbert hummed, putting the phone back to his ear. "Alright Vati. We'll head up there for winter vacation."
"Good." The man grunted.
He and Gilbert eventually said their goodbyes before Gilbert hung up. He then rolled over and nuzzled Arthur's chest, sighing dramatically.
"You'd better be prepared, my dad is worse than Romulus."
Arthur chuckled, kissing the top of his head. "I think I can handle him."
"You know, I'm incredibly horny."
Arthur froze in his writing, his body tensing slightly. After a moment passed, he relaxed and continued writing. "That's the nerves, darling. You're just excited and worried about introducing me to your father next week."
Gilbert scowled slightly, "Am not."
"Uh-huh, whatever you say."
The Brit was at his desk doing school work while Gilbert was sitting on an empty space of Arthur's desk. He had unceremoniously taken things off Arthur's desk and placed them onto his, then hopped up on the cleared corner. After staring at Arthur for a long while, he had then opened his mouth and those words fell from his lips.
"I really am horny." Gilbert insisted.
"And I'm a King." Arthur snorted, rolling his eyes.
Red eyes narrowed and Gilbert huffed, "Seriously Arthur! Any other day you'd jump at the chance to do something naughty, but today you're playing the gentleman?"
Arthur smirked up at him, that annoying cocky smirk he always gave Gilbert in the past. From the flash of recognition and annoyance that clouded the albino's eyes, Arthur knew Gilbert remembered the look.
"Why my lovely angel, I've always been a gentleman." He purred.
Gilbert scoffed, "Yeah right, I only see a lewd pirate."
Ignoring that, Arthur simply turned his focus back on his work. "Listen Gilbert, I honestly would love to satisfy your lust, but I have to get this essay done before the week ends. I don't want to have anything to do during the break."
"You can finish it later."
Arthur slowly sighed and frowned at Gilbert. As much as Arthur wanted to indulge Gilbert, he couldn't. Arthur's sexual frustration had grown to the point where, if he and Gilbert got intimate, he'd go all the way. Simply jerking off only fuelled his lust. If Arthur had his way, he'd be buried deep in Gilbert's tight ass without a second thought. But Arthur wouldn't rush Gilbert and so he'd keep himself in check.
"I'm afraid not, love." Arthur sighed.
Gilbert, now growing annoyed, placed a hand on Arthur's papers and shoved them off the desk. He then slid himself in place of those papers, smirking down at Arthur. The emerald-eyed man looked up at his lover with an exasperated look.
"Really, Gilbert?" Arthur sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"The papers can wait, I can't."
It seemed Arthur had to be straight forward with this. So, taking a deep breath, Arthur fixed Gilbert with a look that he hoped conveyed the lust that was slowly brewing beneath the surface.
"Gilbert," Arthur spoke, his voice lowered in a sultry manner. "If I take you up on your horny offer, I promise I won't stop at a blowjob. I will fuck you hard on my desk and won't stop till I'm satisfied."
Gilbert's eyes widened and he stiffened, taken by surprise at Arthur's blatant response.
Arthur, feeling as if that would be the end of it, reached over for the papers Gilbert had tossed to the floor. However, when the albino spoke up, Arthur froze in place.
"That wouldn't be… A bad thing…" Gilbert mumbled.
Arthur looked at him, slowly sitting up straight, papers forgotten. "… Are you sure? I can't promise I'll stop if you get cold feet halfway through."
Gilbert huffed, scowling despite his heavy blush. "I won't back out like a wimp! I want this, Arthur. So you'd better hurry up and-."
The albino never got to finish for Arthur had stood from his chair and smashed his lips against Gilbert's. It only took a moment for Gilbert to relax into the kiss. He moaned, lifting his hands to tangle in Arthur's hair and pull him closer. Gilbert parted his lips and licked at the Brit's bottom lip, taking it into his mouth and tugging slightly. Arthur groaned, opening his mouth and letting Gilbert slip his tongue into his mouth.
The two battled for dominance in the kiss, Gilbert not willing to give it up without a fight. Arthur didn't mind, he was too busy spreading Gilbert's legs and placing himself between them, leaning closer to Gilbert and deepening the kiss.
Pulling back with a wet pop, Gilbert took deep breaths of air while Arthur's lips made a trail down his neck. Gilbert groaned, tilting his head back and exposing more of his neck to Arthur. Growling in appreciation at the display, Arthur continued marking up Gilbert's neck. He made his way down to Gilbert's collar bone, pleased at how it was exposed thanks to Gilbert's low-cut shirt.
The long-sleeved material was barely hanging on Gilbert's shoulders, so it was easy to slip down and expose more delicious pale skin. Arthur let his hands slide up under Gilbert's shirt, the albino shivering at the cold limbs against his burning skin. Yet wherever Arthur's hands touched, warm fire spread until his entire body felt unbearably hot.
Arthur paused and retracted his hands for a moment, taking the end of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Arthur tossed his shirt somewhere behind him, the Brit not caring where it landed. He then set back to devouring Gilbert's mouth, sweet sounds spilling from the albino.
Gilbert ran his hands up Arthur's bare chest and down his back, loving the way he could feel Arthur's muscles quiver under his touch. The albino was enjoying the way Arthur's mouth felt against his burning skin and the way it sparked more fire to flood his system. He let out a small whine, rocking his hips up and grinding himself against Arthur.
This earned a groan from the Brit and in retaliation, he himself grinded down on Gilbert. The two continued to dry hump each other till Gilbert growled and bit Arthur's shoulder. He was getting impatient and his pants were starting to hurt with how constricting they were.
Arthur chuckled at the action, placing a consoling kiss to Gilbert's cheek as he unbuttoned the albino's pants. In a matter of seconds, Arthur had the confining garments removed and tossed over his shoulder. Gilbert's boxers followed the same fate and Arthur leaned back slightly, admiring the view.
"Hurry up." Gilbert growled, resisting the urge to use his shirt to hide his erection. There was no point in being embarrassed now.
"Yes yes, sorry love." Arthur murmured, kissing Gilbert's forehead. He reached over and opened one of the drawers, pulling out strawberry scented lube.
Gilbert raised a brow at the label, snorting. "Really? Strawberries?"
Arthur smirked, squirting a generous amount into his hand. "I recall someone saying they like strawberries. And apparently, it also tastes like strawberries. Care for a lick?"
The albino rolled his eyes, leaning back onto his elbows and spreading his legs further in an inviting manner. "Maybe later, Liebling. Right now I want you to fuck me long and hard."
Gilbert's words went straight to Arthur's cock and it took all of his willpower to keep a cool face. Smirking down at Gilbert, he pressed one finger against the puckered pink entrance presented to him.
"You're a very dangerous foe when you want sex." He chuckled.
Smiling at him innocently, Gilbert shrugged. "What can I say?"
Arthur chuckled, pushing his finger into Gilbert in one swift motion. The albino grunted as Arthur quickly added a second finger. He winced when his lover began scissoring him. Arthur licked his lips, enjoying the sight of Gilbert's flushed face and breathy moans.
Gilbert tried to stifle the sounds by biting the sleeve of his shirt, but even that couldn't muffle all the sounds. Arthur continued thrusting his fingers in and out of Gilbert, searching for that one spot that would make his little rabbit scream. When Gilbert stiffened and tossed his head back, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in a silent scream, Arthur knew he found it.
Arthur abused that bundle of nerves relentlessly, loving the way it turned Gilbert into a shivering, panting mess. Gilbert whimpered, trying to form coherent words and failing miserably. His mind was numb with pleasure and he found himself forgetting how to speak. So instead he settled with clinging to Arthur's shoulders and moaning in unabashed pleasure.
Licking his lips, Arthur trusted three fingers into Gilbert's entrance for a while before pulling them out. He unbuttoned his pants and slipped them, along with his boxers, down enough to pull his swollen member out. Arthur then took the lube and squirted more into his hand, rubbing it along his shaft. Arthur hissed at the cold temperature against his heated flesh, but ignored it in favour of looking at Gilbert's flushed form.
He positioned himself at Gilbert's entrance, pausing. Placing a hand to Gilbert's cheek, he slowly coaxed the albino into looking at him.
"Ready?" He whispered in a husky voice.
Not able to form the words necessary, Gilbert simply relied on nodding his head. That was all Arthur needed before he slowly pushed himself into the warm heat of Gilbert. He groaned at the feeling of being fully sheathed in the albino, taking a moment to relish in the feeling.
Gilbert took deep breaths, thankful Arthur gave him time to adjust. After a few more gulps of air, Gilbert nodded his head and wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss.
"Move." He whispered against his lover's slightly parted lips, gingerly rocking his hips against Arthur's.
Groaning softly, Arthur forced himself to go at a slow, gradual pace. As much as he wanted to drive himself deep into Gilbert at a hard, quick pace, he had to be slow. This was Gilbert's first time after all.
Yet Gilbert had different plans. After he'd gotten used to Arthur sliding in and out at a slow pace, he decided the speed was not to his liking. With an unsatisfied grunt, he bit at Arthur's jawline.
"Faster, Dummkopf." He growled out, liking up the column of Arthur's neck.
Arthur chuckled, tilting his head slightly and letting Gilbert mark up his neck. "Patience, poppet. I don't want to hurt you."
Gilbert scowled, "My patience ran out hours ago! I thought you said you'd fuck me till you're satisfied."
Growling, Arthur stared down at Gilbert with darkened, lust filled eyes. "Be careful what you wish for, darling."
And with that Arthur pulled out till only the tip of his cock was in before snapping his hips and plunging himself deep into Gilbert, striking his prostate without hesitation.
Gilbert tossed his head back and cried out in pleasure as Arthur repeated the action, his pace fast and hard. The desk creaked under the strain as Arthur continued to pound relentlessly into Gilbert.
Licking his lips, Arthur watched Gilbert's reactions with half-lidded eyes. He lowered his head, sucking on Gilbert's Adam's apple and grinding his shaft into Gilbert's prostate.
Choking on a moan, Gilbert dug his nails into Arthur's shoulders and rocked his hips in time with Arthur's trusts. Every sound that spilled from Gilbert's mouth continued to feed Arthur's lust. Even he couldn't prevent the few sounds that escaped him. He bit and sucked at Gilbert's neck and collarbone.
A hand slid up Gilbert's stomach and under his shirt, grasping onto a perked nipple and toying with it while the other hand held Gilbert's hip steady.
"A-Arthur!" Gilbert gasped out, chanting the Brit's name over and over. He whimpered, feeling the pressure building. "I'm close!"
"Me too." Arthur groaned, his pace quickening as he neared his climax.
Pulling his hand down from under Gilbert's shirt, he instead wrapped it around Gilbert's weeping cock. The albino cried out as Arthur began pumping him in time with his trusts. With a few deeper, well angled thrusts, Gilbert came with a violent shudder and a low moan in the back of his throat. Arthur followed his example, burying himself deep in Gilbert before coming. He shuddered, enjoying the way his orgasm wracked his entire body with pleasure.
The two remained there, panting harshly and trying to recover from the intense bout of pleasure. After a while, Arthur eventually pulled out of Gilbert and chuckled at the sight beneath him.
Gilbert was lying limp on his desk, drool sliding down the corner of his mouth and a dazed look in his eyes. His body was flushed and riddled with bite marks, his shirt barely hanging onto his shoulders. His legs were spread and semen was dripping from his limp member, some of the milky white fluid coating Gilbert's shirt. From Gilbert's abused hole seeped out Arthur's semen, the sight of it causing another spike of pleasure to run through Arthur.
He felt proud that he was able to render Gilbert to such a state. The way he seemed vulnerable and ravished was perfect. Arthur drank in the sight and smirked, a possessiveness taking a hold of him. Arthur felt smug that he was the only one who would be able to see Gilbert in this state. That he was the only one allowed to make the albino a victim to pleasure. The thought was exhilarating.
Bending over, Arthur placed a loving kiss on Gilbert's brow, drawing him from his dreamy state. Gilbert hummed, closing his eyes and letting Arthur pepper kisses across his brow. Gilbert jumped slightly when Arthur gathering him in his arms and lifted him bridal style. The Brit then walked them towards the bathroom, humming in a satisfied manner.
Gilbert raised a brow, mildly curious as to why Arthur wasn't ravishing him a second time. "I thought you were going to fuck me till you were satisfied."
Arthur hummed, inclining his head towards the albino slightly. "I was, but then again I don't want to wear you out the first time you have sex."
Snorting, Gilbert gave him an incredulous look. "Do you really think I'm that fragile? I can go for more rounds!"
The Brit chuckled, setting Gilbert's feet on the tile floor and holding his hips to keep the albino stable. "Let's see if you feel that way after a shower." Arthur chuckled, leaning in to capture Gilbert's lips in a deep kiss.
"Is that a challenge?" Gilbert purred, grinning.
"It might be."
Gilbert chuckled, wrapping his arms around Arthur's neck and pulling him in for another kiss. "Then challenge accepted. You'd better prepare yourself, Liebling."
"I could say the same thing." And with that, Gilbert and Arthur met in another deep and romantic kiss.
