6. Clothes Getting Off

AU: Cardverse

"Artie," Alfred started looking at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression, "I want you to do me a favour."

"It's Arthur, Alfred." The Queen answered without taking his eyes of the document he was reading, "What do you want?"

"I want you to strip for me."

Arthur froze staring wide eyed at the paper in his left hand while the pen on his other hand fell to the desk, "I beg your pardon? I don't think I heard that right." He gazed at his King in front of him.

"I want you to strip for me." He repeated, gazing at those pretty green eyes and the blush that then spread through his Queen's cheeks.

The Queen gaped at him; Alfred asked him that like a person would ask "What time is it?"! The Brit frowned at him.

"No."

"What?! Why?" The King whined as Arthur got back to reading the paper.

"Because I don't want to."

Alfred pouted, "I won't stop bugging you until you do it. Not even Yao can save you."

Arthur looked up from his work with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes in defiance, "You wouldn't dare..."

"I would."

"Prat."

"I prefer your other terms like 'love' or 'dear' or 'poppet'."

"You don't deserve any right now, you insufferable git."

"Honey, why don't you just do what I asked, it'll spare us both of wasting time." He grinned and Arthur grimaced seeing that this definitely won't stop until Alfred got what he wanted.

"I hate you."

"I love you too, sweetie." Alfred winked at him smiling widely.

Hence, Alfred continued to madden Arthur for more half an hour until the poor Queen finally snapped. The Brit had jumped off his seat and banging his hands on the table had growled at Alfred to shut up, which Alfred ignored and continued to try and persuade Arthur. After more 10 minutes Arthur couldn't take it anymore.

Thus, now they were in their bedroom, Alfred was now only wearing his boxers while seating against some pillows at the headboard of their bed. Arthur, meanwhile, was at the end of the bed with arms crossed and flushed cheeks.

"You can start whenever you want." Alfred told him, relaxing against the pillows looking like the King of the world, when actually he was just King of the Spades Kingdom.

"I better get something back for this, you twat."

"'Course, 'course, how about I give a strip to you next time?" Alfred chuckled and Arthur pondered the idea.

"Okay, then." He nodded and sighed, trying to relax a bit. He had to keep in mind that this was Alfred. Alfred had already seen him completely naked, he shouldn't feel this embarrassed... but he did.

He started then, with shaking hands he undid his white bow tie, Alfred was watching every single movement and he felt a bit self-conscious for it, but tried to ignore it.

After that he took off his long purple coat, slowly. He was thinking this over too much, where was his courage when he needed it?!

Arthur looked up to Alfred, his face was blank.

"Artie~ Don't be so shy, it's only me, and you know I've seen it all..." He winked smirking and Arthur growled, frowning at him.

With a new found force and boldness, Arthur put his right foot on the bed and proceeded to untie his knee-high boot very slowly while staring directly into Alfred's eyes. After untying it he slid if of the bed and took it off. He did the same with the other one, then.

Next, he unbuttoned his purple waistcoat and took it off, tantalizingly slow as he gazed at Alfred while smirking, his blush was still present but he was getting a bit more confident with each cloth discarded.

Alfred was biting his lower lip in anticipation. Arthur was being slow on purpose and even though Alfred had asked him to strip that didn't mean he had to put on a show and be fucking slow. If he didn't start seeing more skin in the next minutes he would go there and strip Arthur himself.

Arthur knew, of course he knew, Alfred didn't have enough patience for this kind of thing, but if he so much as dared to move from where he was on the bed there wouldn't be sex for a month.

The Queen then took of his belt and started to take off his brown trousers, shaking his hips a little as he lowered them. Finally wearing only his white shirt, boxers and socks, he climbed on the bed and crawled on all fours till he reached Alfred, he straddled his hips and clicked his tongue in disapproval as Alfred tried to put his hands on his hips. He grabbed his wrists making Alfred confused and slightly annoyed.

"No touching." Arthur chided and Alfred rolled his eyes.

The Brit's smirk widened when Alfred lowered his hands reluctantly. He then lightly rolled his hips against the other's crotch making Alfred's eyes widen and his blush spread a bit more across his face.

"Arthur..." The American growled as Arthur continued moving his hips against his, making his member start to harden.

"Hush." The Queen moved his hands up to take his small hat but Alfred whined and he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I like your lil' hat, it makes you look even cuter." And now was Arthur's turn to roll his eyes.

Nonetheless, he let the hat stay and Alfred grinned, Arthur's hands then took of the bow tie that had been still hanging from his neck and tossed it to the ground. He would catch all clothes later. Next he opened the first button of his shirt, then the second, but stopped there.

Alfred waited eagerly for Arthur to continue but his hands didn't open the other button, just stood there, over it.

"Arthur, you're really pushing my patience."

"Oh, now I'm pushing your patience? Who was the one that annoyed me for almost an hour for this?"

Alfred pouted and faced away from his Queen, but the Queen was having none of that, with a hand he grabbed the other's jaw and turned the American to face him.

"You asked, now deal with it."

They stared at each other for a moment, just looking at each other's eyes, Alfred's eyes narrowed and he grabbed Arthur's hair keeping him still as he then kissed him.

Arthur was caught off guard as Alfred plunged into his mouth with his tongue, kissing him roughly. The Queen quickly responded, arms sneaked around his King's neck, hands running through the blond hair.

Alfred hands swiftly ran Arthur's sides, from his shoulder's to his waist, his hips and thighs to then grab his ass and give it a squeeze which made Arthur yelp and moan into the kiss, Alfred smirked.

Before long, they both had to separate to breath, though; Alfred continued disposing kisses down Arthur's throat as Arthur gasped for air. His mind was slightly fuzzy, but as soon as he registered that Alfred's hands were going under his boxers he hastily shoved him away by the shoulders.

"Ow!" The King groaned as his back hit the headboard, "What was that for?!"

"You bloody git, I said no touching and you distracted me! I still have clothes!

"I don't care anymore!"

"Well, I do. So, if you move one more finger I'm imposing a sex ban." He scowled and Alfred froze, wide eyed.

"Artie, you wouldn't do that, would you?" He asked quietly, sounding like a hurt puppy and Arthur almost regretted what he said, almost.

"Don't underestimate me."

"Okay, okay."

"Good." Arthur then continued undoing his shirt's buttons while lightly rolling his hips down against the hard member under him.

Alfred stared at him lustily as he bit his lower lip and grabbed the sheets underneath his hands to stop himself from touching his Queen.

Arthur smiled as he finally undid the last button and took off the shirt, leaving the smooth pale chest right in front of Alfred's face, it was just begging Alfred to lick it and kiss it and mark it, but he had to restrain himself.

The Queen reached for his socks then, running a hand down his leg, he grabbed the sock and swiftly took it off, the same was done to his other sock.

Alfred never thought that refraining from touching his Queen would be so straining, this was awful, this was torture. He just wanted to turn them over and run his hands up and down Arthur's body and fuck him silly. His cock twitched at the thought and made him remember that it was still trapped beneath one layer of clothing. He bucked his hips up rubbing it against Arthur's still clothed ass. Damn it.

The Brit moaned as the American's cock pressed against his arse, he was also getting turned on, and as it was just one more bloody layer he quickly stood up and threw his boxers away.

Now, finally naked, Alfred smirked at him and proceeded to do what he had been waiting for what he thought was an eternity. He turned them over and ravished his Queen, with his hat still on.

Even though I revised it and changed some things, I still don't like it a lot, but... oh well...

I can't be the only one that thinks that England's little hats are oh so very cute, right? aljsfdnlaksjdfn ;w;

24.03.2016: Even after revising it again today, I think I pretty much hate this chapter, omg, I laughed and cringed so much at this shit.