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Part 5: It's All About Presentation

Arthur grinned as he watched Alfred suddenly become interested in his experience. He had played around quite a bit when he was younger, he had even ventured into a night with Yao, Kiku, Gilbert, Antonio, and even Francis. That was perhaps one of his better memories, "You'd love to find out wouldn't you," he commented with a smile. Alfred blushed as Arthur got closer and slowly whispered, "There is a reason other than resources I took India and China." It was proven fact that China was known for its indulgent history, they were perhaps one of the masters of sensuality, they knew how to push every button. He had spent a long time with Yao as well as Kiku, "Choose, the island or the bed," he commented with a smirk as he slowly pushed Alfred backward. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes which made Alfred shiver. "How about we make it up as we go along?" asked Alfred nervously.

Arthur grinned as his fingers slowly slipped down Alfred's shirt, the fabric was soft and made him want to rip it from his body. "Then. We. Will. Go. One. Step. At. A. Time," he commented, he was careful to punctuate each word. The American swallowed nervously as Arthur swiftly unclasped Alfred's belt. The Englishman paused before slowly unbuttoned Alfred's trousers and proceeded to kneeling on the cold tile floor. Arthur was grinning as he slowly grabbed the zipper of Alfred's fly with his teeth and pulled it down. His emerald greens looked up playfully at Alfred, he was smirking like a bandit as he gently tugged at the waist band of the American's pants. "Love, it seems you're overdressed, let's see what we can do about that," he commented. His thumbs slipped into the belt loops of Alfred's jeans before giving them a firm tug down.

Alfred hummed nervously as the Englishman looked at his length, "My, you're excited down here," he mused. Arthur grinned before he slowly licked Alfred's length, he had left his underwear on and had a feeling Alfred was more than anxious to get to the screwing. However, foreplay was something Arthur was one to love, after all building the tension was just as important to getting down to business. His deft fingers tugged at the waist band of Alfred's red, white and blue boxers. "Now you're over dressed," hissed Alfred. Arthur noticed how nervous the young man seemed and began to wonder if he had ever done this with anyone. The Englishman rose from the floor, he smiled coyly before leaning whispering, "Then undress me." He could smell Alfred's after shave and internally moaned, it had been far too long since he was one with anyone. He felt a pair of large calloused hands slip down the front of his grass green cashmere sweater and tug at the bottom. Arthur's lips collided with Alfred's as he snaked his arms around the tall American's neck. He had to stand on his toes just to reach, those plump lips which had teased him for so long.

Alfred's strong hands gently lifted the Englishman's sweater up and began to pull it to remove it from him. Arthur's tongue slipped into Alfred's mouth once again before he pulled away and allowed for Alfred to remove it. He was standing in a pristine white tee-shirt, it tented where Arthur's hardening nipples were and the Englishman could feel the friction of the cotton against his tender skin. Alfred reached for the hem of Arthur's shirt and swiftly pulled it over the man's head. The cold air touched Arthur's skin as he did this causing him to shiver a little. He could feel Arthur's heated gaze on him, it was as though those sky blue eyes were devouring him, inch by inch. He wasn't as impressive as Alfred, who had tanned skin and a toned body. He was leaner and not as bulky with lily white skin and a few scars he had received when he was younger and used to brawl with others. His green eyes lifted as Alfred hesitantly touched Arthur's skin, they were covered in calloused from guitars and ropes which he had used with horses and cattle. He wasn't a fool to believe that all Alfred did was play videogames. He had known Alfred long enough to know the young man loved horses.

"Beautiful," whispered Alfred as he admired the silky smooth skin beneath his fingers, despite the scars from Arthur's years of war and raiding as a pirate, he was still beautiful. His fingers seemed to move on their own as he slowly explored Arthur's body, from his slender neck to his square shoulders and delectable collar-bone. Arthur moaned as Alfred's fingers brushed over his nipples, which caused the American to pause. He had no idea men were sensitive there as well, he gently rubbed one of the hardening buds, causing Arthur to shiver with pleasure. "Alfred," he moaned as he closed his eyes. Without a second thought Alfred gently lifted Arthur up and placed him on the island so they were eye level with one another. There was still flour covering the island, however the knife and everything else was in the sink. The Englishman was known for cleaning as he cooked, which was why he could function in the small space. "We are going to be covered in flour you know," commented Arthur teasingly. Alfred hummed as he gently kissed the base of Arthur's neck; his skin was sweet and soft under his lips.

One of Alfred's hands slowly slipped down Arthur's spine, stroking the soft skin which was interrupted from scars which marred his skin. Long scars from the slash of a saber, star like scars from bullets and musket balls, clearly Alfred had finally caught himself a pirate. His tongue caressed one of Arthur's nipples before he slowly tugged on it with his teeth. Arthur jerked and gasped, "Alfie," his green eyes fluttered closed. Alfred could feel Arthur's heart beating a mile a minute under his smooth now flushed skin. Heat pooled in his groin as he continued to explore Arthur's body. "Alfred, the bed," Arthur whispered between gasps as Alfred kissed down his abdomen. The American smiled as he picked Arthur up off the island with his hands cradling his ass. The Englishman chuckled as he wrapped his legs around Alfred and draped his arms around those broad shoulders he had admired for so long.

Arthur's lips captured Alfred's and in a craze Alfred made it into the dining room and placed the Englishman on the table. Arthur moaned as he felt the tablecloth under his bare back and Alfred's hands roaming over his skin, claiming him as his. "Alfie," he whispered again as he slowly sat up and looked at him. "I want to taste you," he commented as he caressed the hardening member. It was larger than he anticipated, but welcome. Alfred hissed and looked at him through hooded sky blue eyes.

He got on the table and smiled as Arthur slowly caressed his length, it was getting harder each time he stroked it. Arthur grinned as he watched Alfred pant, "My, this looks delicious," he whispered as he slowly licked up the shaft. His soft wet tongue ran over each inch of him, savoring Alfred's taste. His other hand gently cradled Alfred's balls as he went, "I want every inch of you," he whispered huskily. Arthur slowly licked the slit of Alfred hard member, which elicited a moan from the young man. His tongue slipped around the head as he continued to tease him, his fingers still working his tentacles as he moved. Alfred fell back on the table and moaned loudly, he was even harder than before and the Englishman grinned, this was perhaps the largest member he had ever had a chance to play with. He honestly couldn't wait to feel it spread him. The Englishman's skilled tongue slipped down Alfred's shaft and wrapped around his testicles before he gently sucked. "Fuck! Artie!" Alfred cried loudly as he twitched. Arthur chuckled darkly as he slowly took the member into his mouth and descended.

Alfred's walls were crumbling as the Englishman took the entire length into his mouth and sucked hard. "Artie," Alfred gasped as his hands found themselves in sandy blond hair. His fingers knotted in the blond mop as the Englishman slowly sucked and licked the member, it was as though he were enjoying an ice cream. Emerald eyes glanced up to see the flushed face of Alfred's, his eyes were closed, and he was panting, "Arthur," he gasped as the Englishman decided to get a little more aggressive. Years ago Yao had taught him how to deep throat, and he was suddenly happy to be able to do so. Alfred was just far too large to resist. His tongue wrapped around the base of the member as he went sucking as hard as he could, cradling it in his mouth and shielding his teeth so he didn't bite the American by accident. He could feel the thick hot member growing larger in his mouth and taste the pre-cum which was now leaking from the tip. He tasted divine to the Englishman, far better than the scones did. "Arthur, I can't" wimped Alfred, his delectable moans filled the air like music to the Englishman's ears. "Gonna," he gasped, "Cum." Arthur hummed sending shock waves through the young man, he squeezes the base and whispered, "Oh no, not before this goes in me," he whispered deviously.

There was a sating ribbon on the table from a package he had opened several days ago. It was a gift from Roderich, and as always he had packaged it in colors which were identical to the Austrian flag. He pulled the long bright red silk cord and grinned as he tied it tightly around the base of Alfred's throbbing member. "No, Artie," he moaned, "Let me cum." Arthur chuckled as he finished tying a beautiful bow; he admired his handy work for a moment and chuckled as he teased the slit with his thumb. "You have to satisfy me first," he whispered as he leaned back and spread his legs. It had been a while since anyone had sex with him and he knew he would have to be stretched. Arthur licked his fingers and grinned, he knew he was hard and had a feeling this view was more than enough of an invitation for Alfred. His skin was covered in a faint flush, those emerald eyes were hooded and filled with lust as his pink tongue caressed each finger.

Alfred gulped has he looked at the Englishman, "What do I do?" he asked nervously. It was clear he was nervous, Arthur had a feeling that he had been Alfred's side dish, but he never actually thought he would be able to do this. "Watch my fingers," instructed Arthur as he continued to suck on them so they were coated with a thick layer of saliva. He could feel Alfred's hungry eyes on him and enjoyed the attention as he popped them out of his mouth and licked his lips. His free hand slid down his chest as the fingers he had licked made their way to his ass, "Women give you two option, however, with men you have one and something to play with," he commented as he slipped one of his fingers in. "Oh!" he moaned as he jerked from the sudden invasion of his own fingers. He was always uncomfortable when he started stretching himself. "You have to stretch," he gasped and jerked as his finger went deeper, "me," he hummed. His head jerked back as he slipped in a second finger and closed his eyes. It had been so long since someone held him, "Oh… ah," he moaned as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Alfred.

Those sky blue eyes were hungrily locked on his finger, "Want to try?" he panted as he tilted his head to the side and smiled mischievously. Alfred was more than happy to comply as he licked his fingers, strangely he had obeyed and not removed the binding now around his thick member, it was tight, and he could tell Alfred wanted him. Arthur continued to thrust his own fingers into himself as Alfred licked his and then approached him. He had dreamed of those fingers invading him at night, part of him had through it was wrong, yet now it didn't matter. Those fingers which played guitar and video games, they were covered in callused from working on fences and working with rope. He slowly pulled his fingers out to allow Alfred to slip in his. Arthur licked his lips as Alfred slipped two fingers in him. "Ah!" he cried as he felt those two long fingers slide into him easily. "Move them," Arthur commanded as his hips rocked by themselves.

Alfred slowly began to thrust his fingers into the Englishman, with each thrust he experimented with the angle. He had heard Francis talking to Yao once about sex; he had heard something about a bundle of nerves that when hit would make the bottom scream. Alfred's eyes narrowed as he searched spreading Arthur as he went, he could feel Arthur's tight entrance squeezing his fingers, it was amazing how tight the man was. "Alfred, add another," whimpered Arthur as he fell back onto his elbows. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and the man moaned with pleasure. Clearly Alfred was doing something right, however he wanted to make the man scream his name. "Where is it?" he whispered in frustration as he continued to scissor his fingers. He thrust further into him and was about to give up when Arthur jumped and cried out, "Alfred!" His fingers had swept over the bundle of nerves he had searched for. "Found it," he proclaimed with a grin. Alfred blushed brightly and moaned louder as Alfred began his assault on his Prostate with his fingers. "Dear god!" cried Arthur as he fell flat on the table with his legs spread and shivers racked his body. Alfred took this as a sign to add a third finger and continued his menstruation.

Arthur reamed with pleasure as he felt another hand grasp his leaking member, "Oh… Al… please," he whimpered as he felt that large hand stroke him. His mind was going numb and there was only one thing at this point he wanted, "Give it to me," he whined as he felt Alfred mercilessly lick the top of his member. He hadn't received this much pleasure in decades. "Fuck me," he gasped as he looked at Alfred, who was smiling with glee. "As you wish," he responded before pulling his fingers out of Arthur's ass and lined his member up to take him. He paused and Arthur could sense his anxiety. "Al, it's alright, you stretched me," Arthur panted. He slowly sat up and slipped his hand into Alfred's hair, it was oily and he could tell he desperately wanted to do it. "You won't hurt me," he whispered as he gently pushed Alfred backward so he was laying on the table.

His hips straddled the young American's and he smiled, "I love you," he whispered as he slowly descended on Alfred's throbbing member. It was far larger than he had anticipated, "Oh!" he cried out. Arthur's hands rested on Alfred's chest as he continued to take him in. His eyes closed as he finally took the rest of Alfred's massive length inside of him. He could feel the thick hard length filling every inch of him, spreading him as far as possible. "Ah!" he whimpered and he slowly lifted his hips and slipped back down. "So thick," he cried as he slowly picked up pace, his hips moved on their own and his lips fell open. With each movement moans fell from them, his mind was going numb as he felt a primal fire take over. His eyes closed and his head fell back as he continued to ride the young man. "Alfred," he moaned as he continued to move, he felt those large hands rest on his hips, gently guiding him to his length. He lifted up only to feel Alfred snap his hips upward, forcing his length even deeper. "FUCK!" Arthur cried as he felt his prostate take the hit. He fell on Alfred's chest as the American bucking his hips, with each thrust he was burning himself deeper inside of the Englishman. "Alfred," he cried as he felt that delectable length push him new heights.

A smile curled the young man's lips as he moved. "SO fucking tight!" exclaimed Alfred as he squeezed the Englishman's ass and continued to thrust. "How long?" asked Alfred as he licked Arthur's ear and continued to invade the man. He could feel Arthur squeezing his member relentlessly, clinging to him for dear life. "A decade?" asked Alfred as he slowly sat up so the Englishman was in his lap and continued to move. Arthur wrapped his legs around him and moaned. "A Century?" he asked again, he wanted to know how long had this proper man desired to be screwed by him. How long had he desired to be caressed and invaded by him. "Since World War Two," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around Alfred's shoulders. Alfred picked up pace as he laid the Englishman on his back again and adjusted his position, with the full intention of Arthur not being able to walk the next day. "How many times did you dream of me taking you?" he asked. There was no way Arthur could lie now, he was drowning in pleasure. "I don… don't… oh… kn..oh!" he cried as Alfred pounded him. "Cumming," Arthur cried as he shivered with pleasure, his figures reached for the long string, and he pulled it before climaxing. "Dear god! Alfred!" he screamed as his back arched off the table and he came on his chest. It was thick and as white as cream.

Alfred followed ramming into him one last time, before filling Arthur with his semen. He promptly collapsed on top of Arthur, his heart was pounding a mile a minute and he felt a pleasant numbness take over. He felt warm, safe and loved as the Englishman wrapped his arms around him. "I love you too," whispered Alfred as he kissed Arthur's neck. Arthur hummed as he returned the kiss, it felt wonderful to be inside of Arthur, however he knew it was probably uncomfortable. The American slowly sat up and pulled out of the now exhausted blond haired man, "You were so hot," commented Alfred with a smile as he reached for a napkin to clean Arthur's chest, he had no idea how to get his semen out of Arthur. "You were just as hot, Love," commented Arthur groggily as he attempted to sit up. His eyes fell on Alfred's rather nervous sky blues, he smiled gently and commented, "I'll get it out later love."

Arthur smiled as he sat up and held out his arms for Alfred, "Carry me to bed, I don't think I can walk," he commented lightly. It was a pleasant feeling to feel loved, he also knew he wouldn't be able to move after a round of sex with Alfred. A deep blush covered Alfred's face as he gently picked Arthur up. Once again Arthur was in those strong arms, he hoped would protect him for as long as possible. He hummed before closing his eyes and snuggling into that broad chest. "I'm sleepy," commented the Englishman as Alfred began to carry him up the stairs. "Let's sleep together then," Alfred responded, his voice rumbled through his chest as he climbed the stairs.