Firstly, I just want to say that while I'm interested in BDSM ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), I don't know much about it... I mean, I researched... but still. Don't try this at home. XDD

Also, there's not much involved, it's mainly bondage, there's also a whip...

Arthur's a power-bottom ;D

AU: Human

10. Dom/Sub

The candles in the room gave an eerie light and a somewhat dark air to it as if it was the basement of a villain.

And Alfred was the hero who had been captured; and tied to the bed in the middle of the chamber, each member secured by ropes to the four posts of the bed.

Not to say he didn't enjoy this... confinement per se, because he actually enjoyed it, enjoyed very much. Of course, that was only possible thanks to the person currently straddling his lower stomach and playing with his nipples.

He moaned making the person smirk amusedly; damn him and his black leather clothing that made him hot as fuck. From the tousled blond hair, caterpillar eyebrows, green eyes and the sly smirk, the clothes just threw him out of loop.

His lover really had outdone himself tonight. He had a collar around his neck much like his own and looking lower it just got better and better and he couldn't help but stare.

The tight corset on his torso, followed by black (it seemed the theme was black tonight) panties with a garter belt that secured the thigh-high fishnet stockings he had put on, and those boots... Where the hell did he get those? Moreover, where and when did he get the full gear?

The Brit always knew how to surprise him. Those knee-high boots with stiletto heel, how could he walk in those things? Did he practice while he wasn't home? Ooh, but it made him look so sexy.

He was hard, painfully so. His lover wasn't merciful during these times, during their playtime. He wished he would remove the ring attached to the base of his penis so he could get relief, alas, the Brit didn't want to yet. And what he said were orders, and his orders were to be followed.

"It seems you're distracted, pet." The Brit purred sensually, as if his normal voice with that accent wasn't good enough. His lover twisted his nipples a bit too hard and he groaned, gritting his teeth.

Alfred knew what his Brit was expecting, though...

"I'm s-sorry, Sir." He uttered feeling slightly out of breath and moaned as the Brit nodded at him and rewarded him by leaning down and kissing his neck, leaving a trail of nips, licks and kisses from his jaw to his chest, to one of his nipples.

Alfred never considered himself very sensitive, but that was before he met Arthur, the grumpy and very cunning Brit. Ah, but he loved him and loved this playtime Arthur had introduced to him.

Arthur grounded his hips against the American's hard on making him grunt, his hands and legs shifting, trying to get free; however, it was in vain. The Brit's talented hands traced his muscles and sides and he couldn't help the shivers and trembles that ran up and down his spine, his back arching off the bed. Arthur knew exactly which spot to touch to make him feel good.

It was infuriating, but at the same time it was so good, it was heaven! But Arthur certainly wasn't any angel, if he were a mystical being he would probably be one of those... what's-the-name, succubi? Or incubi? He never quite understood the difference; he knew one was a woman and the other a man, but he always confused both.

Anyway, Arthur was a wolf in sheep's wool.

His point was proven when the Brit, without further notice sank into his length. Alfred moaned loudly, his hands opening and closing, wanting to feel the other's skin, wanting to run his hands up and down those thighs, hips and ass, but he couldn't, fuck.

Alfred opened his eyes, not even remembering or caring when he had closed them, and gasped for breath as he gawked at the Brit on top of him who was tranquil with a flushed face, sweat dripping down his forehead, his hands spread on the American's chest to stabilize himself. Alfred noted that he had discarded his panties somewhere (and somehow) along the way and he hadn't even noticed! Also, when had his lover prepared himself?

Hmpf, knowing him, he had already done that before they had even started, always eager to have something up his ass, the pervert.

He heard the Brit sigh pleasingly and waited with baited breath for him to start to move and ride him like he was a fucking horse. But, even after a few moments nothing of the sort happened. His eyebrows scrunched (because if he whined Arthur would probably go get that whip of his... No need for that now...), it was enough torture having the stupid cock ring and his lover teasing him and bringing up the edge for it to crash down because he couldn't release.

And now he was inside Arthur, and although this made his cock hurt even more because he couldn't release and being inside him was so hot and tight and wet and he wanted to buck and trash around and do a thousand more things— but he couldn't. If he did, he would probably be punished. He would just have to endure whatever Arthur was planning to do, unless he really couldn't take it anymore and thus he would voice the safe word; making Arthur change from his "Dom" role to a mother hen that would fret over him.

"You want me to move, Alfred?" He whispered sensually rocking his hips slightly just once, to tease. Those marvellous hands raked across the skin on his chest leaving red marks and he cried out.

"Yes!"

The Brit paused as if thinking about it when the answer should be pretty obvious, he should just start moving and take off the ring! Sadly, that was just Alfred's wish at the moment; his heart pounded furiously in his chest, his skin glistened with sweat, he was breathless and if Arthur continued motionless he would explode.

Arthur clicked his tongue, "Mm... I don't quite like that answer..." He finally spoke and leaned down, getting face to face, blue eyes against green ones, the Brit's lips ghosted over his own but never touched, "How about you beg...?" He whispered eyes half-lidded and blazing with lust and love and then Arthur kissed him lightly and as he leaned back slowly and, tantalisingly he bit Alfred's lower lip pulling at it and then he traced the outlines of Alfred's lips with his tongue.

Alfred stared at him with wide eyes and unconsciously licked his lips; the Brit stared at him expressionless but clearly waiting for something... He moaned and arched his back as Arthur purposely tightened his muscles around him.

"Please— Please move, Master—...!" He keened changing the name, Arthur had showed him a list with various names with which he was pleased. Some were very weird and some were plain normal like the one he had just spoken. Arthur was so weird sometimes, sometimes in a cute kind of way and other times in a creepy kind of way.

The Brit raised his hips leaving only the tip of his cock inside of him and waited, Alfred sensed him trembling above him, but Arthur wasn't about to show weakness in this moment, "And...?" He breathed, voice constricted and narrowed eyes and Alfred knew exactly what he wanted.

"T-thank you for letting me fuck youuu—..." His 'u's prolonged as Arthur started to sink down and then stopped midway nodding at Alfred to continue his phrase, the Brit smirked slyly and Alfred hesitated just for a second before, "...your H-highness!" He hissed and Arthur dropped down.

"T-that's a good pet!" Arthur mewled petting the American's hair; Alfred leaned into the touch trying to regain his breath which was in vain because Arthur started moving.

Up and down, up and down, moans, grunts, shivers and trembles, movements erratic as they tried to find their own tune, although, Alfred was mostly still, his mind overwhelmed with everything that had happened until now and— he just really wanted to release, oh gods he wanted to.

So the only thing he had to do was beg to his master, or rather, his highness (or something along those lines) was what he really liked to be called, but he almost never used that one or the other ones... "P-Please— let me— come—...!" He begged as the Brit rode him for all that he was worth, moaning and trembling, sweat dripping down his body, the corset must feel very tight now to breath, but of course Arthur also had that masochist tendency it must be turning him on rather than off.

It was time to say the name that made the Brit melt, for some weird-very-Arthur-reason.

"Please, My Q-Queen!" He cried out at the same time Arthur moaned as he hit his prostrate and the Brit froze as he heard what Alfred had said.

And then... And then he melted just like Alfred thought he would, the Brit groaned arching his back and clenching his muscles around the other's dick, he gasped for breath and paused his movements to reach around and to Alfred's cock, Alfred heard a click and then a sudden relief as Arthur resumed his movements and just a few seconds later Alfred came with a loud and long moan.

He could swear he saw stars, after that he went limp on the bed, gasping for air as he tried to regain his senses. He opened his eyes feeling lightheaded; he stared at his lover who was watching him with a smirk on his face, like he wore most of the time. Alfred raised an eyebrow at him confused.

"I still haven't come, pet..." He informed and Alfred saw that that was indeed right, he wondered what Arthur would make him do, he hoped it wasn't too difficult; he was already at his limit. He still wasn't very experienced with this kind of thing... Arthur reached up, not letting the American slide off him and untied his right hand.

Alfred stared at him still confused, but not for long...

"Finish me, slut." He ordered, acid green eyes boring into his blue ones.

"Yes, Si—" Arthur whipped his thigh with his whip and Alfred screamed and bit his lip, Jesus Christ, where the fuck did Arthur got his whip?! He felt the tip of his lover's whip in his cheek lightly tapping him.

"No, no, no, Alfred, call me Queen." He smiled sweetly at him, but it was in that kind of way that was just plain creepy as if Arthur was going to rip off his guts.

"S-sorry, my Q-Queen," He voiced, his free hand went down and grabbed Arthur's cock and stroked gently, the Brit moaned, rolling his hips making Alfred tense and groan as he was still inside Arthur, and if the Brit continued like this he would get hard again. Damn him.

"That's better, pet..." Arthur hummed, lazily rolling his hips, following the movements of Alfred's hand.

Alfred grunted, yup, he was getting hard again and from the look on Arthur's face the Brit knew it, felt it, probably, growing inside him again. He was so not going to move from here after this, unless Arthur bribed him like he did many times.

"Alfred—," He sighed blissfully and started to move faster, "...faster, Alfred!" He commanded and the American obligated replying with a breathy 'yes, my Queen'.

After what felt like an eternity Alfred felt he was coming close to release, again, and stroked Arthur's erection harder and faster, pressing a finger to the tip, spreading the pre-cum over, and around it.

The Brit on top of him was a moaning mess of sweat; it was such a great view Alfred felt his end coming and warned his Queen. The Brit just moved faster and all Alfred could do was stare at those lewd, powerful and damn sexy legs working as the Brit's hands went for his own nipples and grabbed them twisting them and Arthur just moaned and groaned.

Like, wow, and the Brit calls him the slut.

"Alfred!" He screamed and the American felt something sticky in his hand, Arthur had come, his ass tightened around his cock and he bucked, releasing inside his lover once again.

He gasped for breath; this time he couldn't really move anymore, he felt so dazed, like he was drunk, very drunk.

"Oof—!" Alfred opened one lazy eye to see the Brit, too, gasping for air as he had crashed on top of him.

And it was the end of their playtime for today, Arthur peeked at him with a blissful expression on his face and Alfred smiled at him.

"Arthur," He called, his voice a bit arid but with a hint of tiredness, "Untie me..." He breathed and heard Arthur huff.

"But I'm so comfortable..." The Brit nuzzled his collarbone and deposited a kiss to his neck.

Alfred shivered, "But I'm not."

To this the Brit nodded and got up, Alfred slipped out of him with a groan and then felt the ropes on his wrists and ankles fall from place. He watched Arthur jump from the bed and search for something in the closet they had in the room, walking with those freaking boots like he was born to (and maybe he was, they looked damn good on him).

"Bugger, I thought I had it here..." Arthur muttered rummaging through the closet, he sighed and Alfred just stared at the shameless Brit who still hadn't cleaned up the mess on his legs and ass...

"Aren't you gonna clean up?" Although, the Brit probably liked that kind of mess on him.

"Yes... I was searching for the tissues, but perhaps I left them in the loo." A pause, "How about we order dinner and while we wait we take a bath, hmm?" He asked and Alfred's interest rose, it wasn't every day that Arthur let order dinner, so, of course he nodded eagerly.

Arthur chuckled and his hands moved to take off the corset, before he could untie the string on his back, Alfred hopped of the bed and did it for him.

"Thank you, love." Arthur took off the corset and put it inside the closet, then he leaned up and pecked Alfred's lips, the American smiled, grabbed his hands and started dragging the Brit out of the room.

First off, I'm really embarrassed.

Second off, I laughed when I re-read this (I just can't seem to take my own fanfictions seriously...)

Third off, I hope I didn't offend anyone. XD

Forth off, I kind of love seeing Arthur in heel boots... e3e And, also, Arthur here loving being called Queen is cuz cardverse, u know.

Now, Imma teach u some things:

—-The best rope for bondage is thick cotton or silk, as neither material slides or moves around too much once you tie it off. That kind of rope is expensive though, so unless you're ready to really invest in rope bondage, go for solid-braid nylon rope.

—-Safety tips for rope use:

+ Keep the rope loose enough that you can work two fingers between the rope and your activity partner's skin. If the rope get's wet, leave it even looser.
+ Check circulation often by looking for areas of skin that might be turning blue or white.
+ Never tie rope in a way that might restrict someone's ability to breathe.
+ Never leave someone tied up alone.

Now go and tie people up safely. uwu