Fevers and Kisses- More

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Warning: The following content contains sexual scenes and mature content between two males. If you are underage or uncomfortable with this sort of thing please leave, I am not responsible if you decide to read ahead. You have been warned. If you are aware please continue.

Alfred was frustrated.

He wanted nothing more than to kiss Arthur senseless, to have him all to himself- no limits. But knowing Arthur that was unlikely. Just by kissing him he had taken a risk. He was surprised he had kissed back in the first place, but he knew that he wouldn't get any further. It was so frustrating, to feel both of their arousal's but not being able to do anything about it was torture.

Arthur then spoke, highly embarrassed it seemed.

"I'm still sick you idiot!"

Alfred sighed.

Fuck it, he thought.

"Well, I'm just gonna have to work harder." He smirked, watching Arthur's face brighten again.

Arthur would've spoken if he could, but the burn of Alfred's sultry gaze was suffocating.

The American connects their lips once again and Arthur blushes at the groan he releases when their lips meet. The kiss is still rough. Both of their lips tugging at each other, once in a while Alfred would drag his teeth along Arthur's bottom lip, teasing him. He stopped to breathe, both panting into each other's mouths. Alfred reached up to flick his tongue along Arthur top lip, before slowly biting down. Arthur groaned and shifted once more.

If his erection had been painful before it was worse now. He had almost forgot about his… problem. But their kisses were so passionate. So rough and teasing. He didn't want to admit it but he wanted to know just how far Alfred could go.

How far he could go.

He was consumed in another demanding kiss before he could think anymore. His hands itched with the need to bury themselves in Alfred's fluffy hair. But they were still pinned above his head, the muscles almost asleep. Alfred was invading his mouth with his slick tongue, luring moans from his throat. Arthur whimpered as he stroked their tongue's together, he responded by biting Alfred's tongue lightly. Arthur promised himself to never forget the helpless, lust filled sound Alfred emitted for the rest of his life.

Next thing he knew, Alfred had released his hold on his arms and was making his way down to his hips. Leaving a trail of kisses that gave way to shivers and sounds he didn't want to repeat for fear of embarrassment. While Arthur was glad his burning muscles could relax, he was slightly worried about what Alfred planned to do with him. Arthur again shivered, his mind thinking obscene thoughts he would never share.

Alfred reached the grove of Arthur's hips, his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers. He looked up to catch Arthur's eyes, though he could tell he was embarrassed, he also caught the wanting in his gaze. As much as Arthur was embarrassed he wanted this. Perhaps only for this moment- a want for release. But Alfred wanted it to be so much more. And he was prepared to show Arthur just how amazing this could be, if he gave it a shot. How amazing they could be.

Alfred's hot breath trickled along his erection. He glanced down to rub his cheek against Arthur's pulsing organ, feeling its hardness and warmth. Arthur gasped then groaned, hiding his face in his pillow. He clenched his fists into the fabric underneath him, breathing heavy. He didn't know how much more foreplay he could take.

"Do you want this?" Alfred asked. He whispered the words against Arthur's erection, sending jolts along his spine. He pushed his hips up to try go get some more friction and pressure. Alfred smiled at the reflex and rubbed his cheek against it once more, a little caught up in the moment. He wanted to give and get as much pleasure as possible. But he didn't want it to be over quickly- the moment had to last for him.

Arthur couldn't bring himself to answer. He would sooner die of embarrassment but at the same time he couldn't believe this was happening. He also could not deny this desire, this want for release. But also a wanting to feel Alfred's skin against his, to be joined with him, to feel him entirely. He couldn't really control his body as well as he thought, and it seemed like Alfred was taking him apart teasingly.

Alfred asked again, louder this time. He hadn't moved and the vibration this time almost drove Arthur insane with lust. It was pleasurable, granted, but not nearly enough. More.

He needed more.

He still couldn't bring himself to speak, so he instead nodded.

That was all the confirmation Alfred needed. He smirked then sat up abruptly, leaving Arthur a lot colder and confused.

The American then started undressing, only stopping when fully nude. His erection now free and proud. Alfred's skin was quite tanned from his ventures, mostly hiking with Matthew. Arthur admired his well-earned musculature, his rippling six pack and the impressive appendage blow that. A trickle of dark honey hair lead to way to the swelling treasure. He was definitely well endowed. Not massive, not too wide or too long, it seemed quite adequate. Arthur's throbbed at the notion of having him inside him. He knew that Alfred would be too proud to bottom and normally he would also object too, but he was just too needy right now. He didn't have the patience to argue with him over that now. If he had to take it he would, as long as it meant sweet release.

Desire boiled under his skin, like a ravaged beast clawing away at him. The itching was impossible to ignore.

Please. Please just do something- anything. Arthur begged to himself, turning his face to hide in his pillow again. He didn't think he could look at Alfred or his scorching eyes as Alfred reached out to pull down his own trousers.

Alfred moved slowly-not to tease himself or Arthur. But because he was afraid to scare Arthur away from his choice. When Arthur was free of clothing he sighed, relived to feel the air on his skin. The itch was still there, still hidden underneath his skin. He felt exposed now and was unsure about what to do next. He had to take action at some point though-otherwise Alfred would drive him mad. He was about to turn to catch Alfred's eye when he felt a hand grip hold of his erection.

"Hah…w-what are- hah hah…Nhn.. are you…AH!.. doing?" He could barely speak as Alfred stroked him at a steady pace, he couldn't seem to breathe. It was amazing-and this was just his hands a dark part of him thought. Releasing a shiver, he scrapped at the sheets, unable to keep still. He felt his legs tense up and his thigh's clench and unclench rhythmically. A seed of pleasure planted itself around his hips and with every slow stroke grew, pulsing hot desire through him. The pleasure and heat was growing around his hips- even though it was wonderful, Arthur knew this was the start of something big and blinding. His hips jerked when Alfred rubbed his tip, sending a flash of pain and pleasure through him, running up his spine. Arthur's moans once again filled the room and Alfred felt hazy with desire at the provocative sounds. He couldn't help but stroke himself in time with Arthur- wanting to share the experience.

But he wanted to connect them even more, and while he didn't doubt that they would reach climax this way, it wouldn't be fast enough.

He needed more.

More friction between them, more of Arthur's moans, more pleasure, more rough kisses, more biting, more nipping, more heat, more skin, more pain, more heady breaths, more touching, more moans, more speed, more scratching, more grasping, more…

More Arthur. Just more.

Alfred's lips found Arthur's again, rough and demanding. Arthur keened into the kiss, weaving his gripping hands into Alfred's hair. Their teeth clacked together at the force of their movements. Yanking at his hair and biting his lips, Arthur urged for Alfred to speed up.

He needed more.

"Ah, Al-alfred… please..ah j-just..AHH.. Pl-" Arthur tried to plead but was cut off by Alfred's sneaking hand reaching his nipple to teak and tease it. With one hand on his erection and one toying with his nipples, Arthur couldn't tell heaven from hell. The build-up was too slow for him, the pleasure was there but not enough- it seemed to never be enough.

Alfred loved the helpless sounds Arthur made, the desperate way his body responded to his touch, the coils and clenching of his muscles beneath his fingers. He wanted to undo him. In this moment in time, Arthur was his. Maybe not for long, but he wanted to make this count.

Alfred's crafty tongue invited itself into Arthur's mouth, stroking at his own tongue, enticing Arthur to beat him in a different kind of combat than what they were used too.

Challenge accepted.

While their battle raged on, the minor victories spoils filled the enclosed space, both delighting in making the other lose by moaning. While they had both won battles, no one had won the war yet.

Yet.

Alfred was determined to win, but Arthur had some decent battle tactics of his own. He reached down to run his searching hands down Alfred's front, mapping out the groves of his chest. Alfred's hand that was fiddling with Arthur's own chest shot out to grip at his shoulder for support. Gasping as the Englishman rubbed his nipples roughly, pulling at them. His hand darted down to feel the hair leading to Alfred's erection, before teasingly moving back to his nipples. Alfred groaned, and countered by increasing his pressure and speed of pumping Arthur's erection- earning a moan and more attention to his chest. He would've liked to play with Arthur asshole but he still needed the support of Arthur's shoulder. The man's hands were surprisingly deft and he was taken aback with just how little he needed to do to turn him on.

Steadying himself, Alfred used his other hand to reach down behind Arthur and cup his rounded ass. Arthur yelped and Alfred took the opportunity to push further into enemy territory. Claiming ground and a foothold, he assaulted Arthur's mouth once more, Arthur responded with new found vigor.

Alfred's hands gripped Arthur's erection tighter, bathing in the sounds that escaped his lips. He shifted and angled his hips so they were aligned with Arthur's. His legs rested comfortably on either side of his, hip bones meeting. Their erections touched and both of them sucked in air- groaning. Alfred didn't move for a while, catching his breath and senses. Arthur however was impatient and pushed the American's hand out of the way to use both of his to reach around to hold both of their erections as he pumped them in time. Slowly at first though, both overcome with just how intense it was, their erections rubbing and pressing against each other. Both of their precum mixing together as it lubricated and covered both of them. Their slick skin rubbing together was a delicious sensation that brought both of them a little closer to climax.

Arthur's muscles tensed and he jolted with the pangs of pleasure that ebbed through him. He tried the keep a pace, so he focused on Alfred to take his mind of the cramp he was slowly getting in his arm. The burning seeped along the working appendage like honey, slow and torturous.

Alfred's face was flushed, bright eyes half-lidded. His glasses bounced on his face perilously with their movements. He was coated in sweat that rolled of his skin, staining the sheets below them along with their precum. Arthur was enthralled by the way he looked right now, so helpless. Alfred's hips bucked a little every now and then as Arthur stroked them both with a faster pace. While both were panting roughly, Arthur looked like he would suffocate any second now. Arthur decided he needed to remind Alfred who he was dealing with, so he leaned forward to mark the American's throat with bite marks and kisses. Sucking at the base of his throat to leave a considerable red mark- Alfred groaned and tilted his neck to allow for better access.

The American was panting heavily now, hands curling around Arthur to clutch at his back. He dug his nails into his flesh marking it as he starched and ripped at the sweat coated flesh. Arthur shuddered at the slight pain, pumping faster. He needed release soon- he didn't think his mind or body could take any more of this. He rubbed both of their heads together and almost came on the spot, he bit down rather hard on Alfred's collarbone. Alfred shuddered and gasped, rolling his hips.

He closed his eyes, burying his head into the other side of Arthur's neck, breathing against it. Arthur continued abusing his neck, the skin already showing marks.

"I… don't know…ah god… how much-Ah. I-I can't take..uhh…" Alfred spoke with great effort, moans mixed in with his words. Arthur responded by moving even faster, Alfred gasped and bit down on his neck.

Arthur hadn't been expecting the reaction and groaned, hips jerking. He couldn't believe how confident he had gotten and how shy Alfred had so quickly. Their roles reversed in a instant.

It was almost comical.

Alfred knew he was close, his hips were rising and falling with Arthur's strokes, unable to keep still. The pleasure was scorching, tingling all around his abdomen. Tightening and coiling, and whatever was coming was bound to be worth it. He could feel himself standing on the edge of the abyss. And all he needed, wanted, was to fall into paradise.

Arthur watched as Alfred called out his name, panting and gasping as his spine arched. He felt his legs tense and tighten as he came. Arthur soon found the edge and dove off it, sinking his teeth into Alfred's throat-drawing blood.

In an instant Alfred was boneless; he could only feel his climax rush through him. His muscles tensed and spasmed - filled with heat. The coiling in his abdomen exploded- making him aware of nothing but the near unbearable pleasure the rocked through him in waves. He drank in air quickly, holding Arthur tight as he came. He felt his come stick in between their chests, but he was too satisfied to care at the moment. He hissed as Arthur bite roughing into his throat. Arthur came, groaning into his throat. The vibrations tingling.

Alfred's was suddenly exhausted and couldn't move-he didn't want to. Arthur fell back unto the mattress with a thump, Alfred landing on top of him groaning.

They stayed like that for a while, breathing. Alfred was on the verge of sleep when Arthur shifted to reach out. He pulled his glasses of his face and sat them on the bedside table. Sighing as he flopped down once more and was soon unconscious.

Alfred smiled lazily.

You dork.

Thank you for reading. Wow, I honestly never thought I'd actually finish this. I just kept changing it cause I wanted it to be as perfect as i could make it and this is what I got so... enjoy.