I don't really like this one... At first I thought it would be awesome to do this one but then I was like, nope. Uuugh

AU: Human

11. Morning sex

Arthur had been peacefully sleeping, had. He jerked awake as he felt something moving a bit too much on his lower regions.

The Brit turned his head to look over his shoulder to his American lover, Alfred. He stared at him angrily and the git looked at him sheepishly with a smile much too innocent for what his hand was doing, and that was grabbing his arse.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" He croaked out, voice heavy with sleep.

"I...," Alfred hesitated and Arthur raised an eyebrow, it was unusual for the carefree and obnoxious American to hesitate.

Arthur sighed exasperated and let his head fall on pillow, "If you're not even certain about what you're going to say, then I'm going back to sleep. Good night." He stated, even though light was already passing by the curtains on the window. He heard a whine and some movement from behind, but paid it no mind as he tried to fall back asleep.

And then he felt it. Something hitting his backside... He opened his eyes wide and, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"'Course not, sweetie," The hesitation in his voice was gone and Arthur would bet that if he turned around he would see Alfred with his stupid sly smirk.

Arthur snorted, "Aren't you a bit old to have morning wood? And shouldn't you be spent after last night's activities...?"

"Maybe I am... but I'm never too old to have morning sex. And clearly, I'm not spent." The git replied shameless. The Brit was about to retort when he felt something prodding his arsehole, his breath hitched. "Besides... You're still loose from last night." Alfred whispered in his hear.

Arthur wanted to hit him; he definitely wanted to hit him! However, "I c-can't believe y-you!" He groaned as a finger entered him easily but slowly, it was lubricated too... When did the wanker got hold of the lube?

Oh, that must have been why he heard him move before... The only question was how the bloody hell couldn't he have heard the bumbling idiot doing it. It was probably because he was sleepy, because there was no way Alfred would do something in silence.

A finger turned to two and the Brit moaned as Alfred kissed his shoulder and the side of his neck and a few moments later, "Can I add another one?" The American asked and Arthur nodded, Alfred was being sweet and gentle with the stretching, opposite of yesterday's night frantic and although careful it was more rushed than this one.

"Yesss—!" He hissed and shivered, as his own cock got harder, he heard Alfred chuckling behind him and frowned glancing at him from the corner of his eyes, "What's so bloody funny?"

The American shook his head, "Nothing, nothing." He answered and if Alfred hadn't hit his prostate right then and there he would have retorted something to him, instead he moaned out his lover's name.

"Alfred..." Arthur breathed, "That's enough." He heard the American hum; then he felt Alfred's fingers getting out of him and some rustling, he was probably searching for the lube.

It seemed like an eternity to Arthur, Alfred was so goddamned slow sometimes! Thankfully, before he could voice a word to the git behind him, he felt a hand on his hip pulling him back and then Alfred was inside him.

A few seconds later and he started to sluggishly thrust into Arthur, which he didn't mind at all. Alfred peppered whatever part of Arthur's skin he could get with kisses and nips, his right hand rubbing circles and massaging the Brit's hips and Arthur melted into it.

Breathy moans, grunts and groans were exchanged between them, shivers and trembles going through their bodies. Arthur cried Alfred's name as the American struck his sweet spot inside, his hands moved down to grab his erection and stroke it in time with his lover's thrusts.

"Arthur," The American grunted, nuzzling the Brit's hair, "I love you." He said kissing his ear, Arthur's heart jumped in his chest and his face flushed completely red.

"G-git!" He stuttered out and then sighed and smiled, "I love you, too." He couldn't see, but Arthur could literally feel Alfred smiling at him.

The American's pace started to become erratic and that was Arthur's cue to know that Alfred was close to come, so he stroked himself faster and seconds later he felt Alfred come inside him, soon after he spilled himself over his hand and sheets.

They laid there panting and Arthur scrunched his nose in disgust. He felt sticky and sweaty, he desperately needed a bath and Alfred too, "Alfred, get out, I want to go take a bath."

"Nooo...!" The American whined, his arms coming around to secure Arthur against him. "Don't go! Let's stay a bit more!"

Arthur rolled his eyes, "No, Alfred, I want to take a bath immediately." He stressed out, already planning a list of chores he had to do and force Alfred to do today, beginning with a bath followed by throwing the sheets in the washing machine.

The American was silent and Arthur was hoping he would be freed as Alfred's arms started to fall around him, but then tightened again, "No."

"For fuck's sake, Alfred!"

I reread this at least four times and I still feel it's very weird and my inspiration left once again...