Y'all thought I had forgotten it? Nope. Lmao, it took 84 years, but the shitty sort-of-make-out chapter is here. It's short and trashy (like me)~

Not beta-ed.

Yup, Alfred was totally relishing in the fact that he could kiss Arthur now, and, not only that, but...

"Eek—!"

Squeeze his legs and ass.

Alfred laughed at the sound and Arthur glared at him, hitting him on the arm.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist anymore." He murmured against the Brit's neck, one of his fingers gently trailed a path down from the hem of his jacket to Arthur's knee, making the Brit shiver at the touch.

"Mm... So it seems." The Brit hummed with half lidded eyes. Alfred chuckled, kissing and nipping the Brit's collarbone, "H-Hey, Alfred, don't leave marks, everyone will see!"

"So it seems." Alfred echoed with a smirk, placing a gentle kiss on a hickey he made, "Remember that this is a punishment." He remarked smugly and leaned back to see Arthur pouting at him. Adorable.

He kissed those pouty lips, grinning into the kiss, feeling Arthur wrap his arms around his neck and pull him closer. The American's hands gave a slight squeeze to the Brit's thighs, tugging at them until Arthur got the hint and wrapped his legs around his hips.

Alfred broke the kiss, gasping as he stared down at dark emerald eyes, his hands trailing up to the Brit's hips and ass, and Arthur made the cutest sounds that he had to refrain himself from covering those lips with his just to hear him moan.

The American moved on to the Brit's jaw, kissing lightly the pale skin, till he reached his ear which he kissed, making Arthur choke on his breath and break into giggles that he tried to contain. Alfred smiled widely, tugging at the Brit's earlobe with his teeth which immediately gave him another reaction and sound from the body beneath him.

Arthur's hands were running through his hair, sometimes pulling at it, but Alfred didn't mind. Oh, no, no, he was actually loving every second of this.

The Brit bucked his hips up against his and Alfred groaned, biting with a bit more pressure than he had wanted to on Arthur's neck which really just made the Brit moan louder and shudder.

Alfred leaned back with a smirk, "Artie, I thought kissing was only after the third date, and now you're practically trying to sex me up and we haven't even been on a date." Arthur stared at him with his face completely red, biting his lip and avoiding his eyes.

And then the Brit pulled him back down with a groan to another kiss, and another and another...

Until they heard the door unlocking.

They froze for a second before sprinting into action, jumping away from each other, standing up and fixing their clothes as best as they could. The duo looked at each other panting. Alfred noted with a satisfied smirk all the marks he had left on the other.

"What are you smirking about, you twat?" The uptight gentleman was back in all his blushing glory, fidgeting nervously.

"Oh, nothing..." Alfred waved a hand, but the smirk on his face continued set and he could see Arthur starting to get a little more than miffed at his behaviour. The American suppressed his chuckles and gestured to his own neck which promptly made Arthur try to look at his own which was a bit hard if not really impossible.

Alfred pulled out his phone from his jeans' pocket and took a photo of Arthur, which made the Brit irritated instantly as he marched over to him with his face all scrunched up.

The American let the Brit grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him down, trying hard to contain his laughter at the other's grumpiness.

"You better delete that photo or I swear to God I will bloody murder you in your sleep." He hissed right in his face, and, well, Alfred was Alfred... Having the Brit at his level like this immediately made him peck his lips.

Arthur yelped and stepped back nervously, eyes glancing at the door, Alfred chanced a look as well noticing that it had been only unlocked and not opened. It had most probably been the BTT.

Alfred sighed, pocketing his phone back into his jeans, he then wrapped his arms around the Brit's waist, pulled him closer and waited.

The struggle was instant.

"Let me go, git!"

Alfred chuckled and kissed his forehead, interlacing his fingers on the Brit's back, "I don't feel like letting you go now that I finally have you." He whispered in Arthur's ear, the Brit's scuffle stopped, and much to Alfred's happiness, he felt a pair of arms hesitantly wrap around his torso. Arthur leant into him and Alfred's face broke into a huge smile as he heard the other murmur:

"...You're an idiot."

The End