Hallo~! Its Rika! I'm super sorry about this chapter being so short. But I've been really, really busy lately and if I didn't update soon, my editor was going to behead me. So you have nearly 900 words of smutty Hetalia goodness here. I'll update again as soon as I can! Ja ne!
"But then I'll get f-fat"
"What?" Arthur exclaimed as he turned to face his lover his eyes wide. His hip accidentally brushed Arthur's erection, making him moan loudly and burry his head into the crook of Alfred's shoulder. "Since when have you cared about being fat?"
"I d-don't know! A while I guess! N-now just shut up and kiss me!" was Arthur's frustrated reply, accompanied by the buck of his hips in an attempt to try and create blissful friction. Alfred was quick to shut him down with a gentle shove. (Hannah are you happy, I'm using the accursed pronouns!)
"Dude, no. We have a problem here! You have self confidence issues or something! And it would totally be un-hero like to just let this slide! Plus, one mini Charleston Chew is not gonna make you fat!"
"Good God Alfred, if I eat the damned thing will you shut the bloody hell up and fuck me!" Arthur yelled, growing irritated with Alfred's sudden need to be kind to him. He always picked the worst times to show how much he really cared.
Alfred nodded viciously in response. "Yeah!"
"Alright…" Arthur sighed in defeat, "I'll eat the fucking candy, give it here."
"Yes!" the American yelled as he released Arthur to pump a fist in the air victoriously. It took only a minute for him to retrive the box of candy, which he had dropped without Arthur's noticing and fish a candy out from inside it. Once he had it in his hand he peered curiously inside, letting his hair fall, in Arthur's opinion (and apparently in my editor's opinion), quiet sexily in front of his eyes. As he focused entirely on the box, he threw the hand with the Charleston Chew to Arthur's face absentmindedly.
Arthur reeled back to avoid getting hit by said hand. Though Alfred tried his hardest to be gentle with him, he was just to strong. As soon as Arthur regained his wits, he decided to do the sexiest thing he could think to do. He took both the candy and Alfred's fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the fingers as the chocolate and nougat melted in his mouth. And though he hated it, the stupid Charleston Chew really did taste good. Almost as good as Alfred.
Feeling Arthur's tongue dance around his fingers sent shivers down Alfred's spine and drew his attention back to his lover. He threw the box on to the near by coach, abandoning it once again, and used his now free hand to pull Arthur to him by the small of his back. "Are you still too hot Artie?" He asked, deliberately using his pet name for Arthur which he knew the other man hated.
"My name is Arthur." The Brit scolded, releasing Alfred's fingers. "And what does that have to do with- ah…" He was cut off as Alfred yanked his pants open with his dry hand and slid his wet fingers down the now lose article of clothing and to Arthur's tight pucker.
"I know what your name is." Alfred muttered breathily into Arthur's ear as he nudged away golden blonde locks of hair to give him the ability to nip at the lobe there as he teased Arthur's hole with his slick fingers. "And I know you know what this hero's name is, cause I've heard you scream it. And you know what? I think I'll make you scream it again today."
"A-Alfred" Arthur moaned and bucked his hips, brushing their erections together. Alfred groaned and shoved his index finger into Arthur's tight entrance, causing Arthur to squirm slightly, adjusting to the feeling.
Alfred, noticing the discomfort of his smaller lover, leaned down to kiss him as he wiggled his finger to stretch the other. The kiss was deep and passionate, making Arthur relax into him as he kissed back. Alfred licked and nipped at Arthur's bottom lip, asking him for entrance, to which Arthur eagerly gave. He let the American plunge his tongue into his mouth and explore the warm, moist cavern.
When air became a necessity, the two broke apart, their faces flushed a light pink from the heat created by the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. The strand was broken when Arthur bit his lip and leaned his head against Alfred to hold back a moan as Alfred slipped another finger into his arse and began to scissor him to stretch the tight ring of muscle.
"Now, now Iggy…" Alfred chuckled, using another of the forbidden pet names, knowing he wouldn't receive one the of the quick thumps on the back of the head he tended to get when he called Arthur one of those names. "Don't be quiet. That's so much less fun." At Alfred's command, Arthur released the moan he'd been struggling to hold in.
"Bed…" Arthur moaned, making Alfred release another amused chuckle. Arthur hated those chuckles because they often meant he'd just encouraged Alfred to do something that would often lead to his suffering in one way or another. And Arthur was, as he often thought himself as, right.
"Well then…" Alfred drawled teasingly and removed his fingers from Arthur's arse. "Aren't we an eager beaver?"