"'Sup, Arthur." America didn't knock on the door when he came into England's office. Arthur sighed, unsurprised, and put his papers down.
"What is it, Alfred?"
Alfred sat on his desk and smirked. He glanced up briefly, his blue eyes sparkling. "Hey, you put up that mistletoe."
Arthur grunted. "Against my better judgment, I swear." He bent down to open a filing drawer. From the look in Alfred's eyes, he had a feeling he wouldn't get any work done anytime soon.
"Thanks." There was a note in Alfred's voice that caught Arthur's attention. He slowly straightened up—trying not to be distracted by the American's legs—and gave him a piercing stare.
Alfred grinned, and reached out for Arthur's collar. He quickly pulled the Englishman up so their lips met.
His mouth was warm, even though he had obviously just come in from the cold. Arthur allowed his hands to wander, one gently stroking Alfred's cool cheek, the other lower. Alfred gave a little shudder of pleasure and leaned further into the kiss. He turned so he was kneeling on the desk, and bent down to move his lips to Arthur's neck.
Arthur moaned in pleasure at his touch, and moved his shaking hands up to Alfred's collar to begin undoing the buttons. He almost finished going down past his chest when the American unexpectedly drew back.
"You have a hickey," he commented. Arthur pouted at him.
"It's your fault." Alfred grinned.
"Wear a turtleneck. It's winter, anyways." He hopped off the desk.
"Hey, what're you doing?" Arthur called.
Alfred reached out to the door, and locked it. When he turned back, the lustfully mischievous sparkle was back in his eyes. "I thought it might be a good idea…"
"You're right, you stupid idiot." Arthur leaned on the desk and waggled his eyebrows suggestive. "Come here."
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