Presents

A USUK fanfic

Rated M for smut/lemons in this chapter.

A small amount of fluff near the end.

This is a sequel to "Surprises".

By Galgenhumor (FF) / cl41r3 (Tumblr).

Summary: Alfred and Arthur got married and Arthur's going to give Alfred something he promised for three months ago. Smut in this chapter, yes? Actually, it's UKUS for the smut part. Haha. (dear Lord, how do I smut...?)

A/N #1: So sorry for the late update, guys! I was busy with other stuff and other fanfics and whatnot. I thought I'd never get around to writing this chapter because of the smut, but when I got a review on the first chapter, I had to will myself to finish it all in one night. Hope it wasn't too disappointing... /cries in a corner

"Excited, aren't we?" Arthur smiled slyly at him, his hands on Alfred's as he unbuttoned his shirt impatiently.

"You know I've been anticipating this moment for a while." he smirked.

"Go over there and don't look." Arthur pointed to their bed, covered in white bedsheets and duvets. Perfect. The stains won't be so obvious if it was white, right…? They hoped it wouldn't be. It would be quite embarrassing for the room service to walk in on newly christened sheets.

"All right, all right." he sighed quite disappointedly. He wanted to watch Arthur wear that dress as much as he wanted to see him strip it. Maybe he won't strip it off, though. It'd be just as kinky to have sex with that dress on him…

Alfred walked to the bed, lying down in the middle of the suite's king sized bed. He placed a hand over his eyes, slightly blushing. God, Arthur would look so damn hot in that dress.

Arthur let his coat and shirt fall down from his shoulders, as he undid his trousers' zipper. Taking the dress from the dry-clean plastic gingerly, he slipped inside the dress, removing the wedding ring then pulling the gloves onto his arms before replacing the tiny silver piece of jewellery in its rightful place. He had a little trouble with the zipper, but he managed to zip it up. He pulled on the white stockings, the fabric gliding so smooth against his fair, smooth skin. He slipped on the tiara (God knows where Alfred managed to get all these. For all he knew he might have a closet full of kinky, embarrassing costumes he plans to make him wear) and turned around to face Arthur, his eyes gleaming with lust and naughty thoughts.

He pounced on Alfred on the bed; the dress was enough to cover most of the bed's lower half. Alfred felt his weight pressing down on him, peeling Alfred's fingers from his face. "You may look now, love."

Alfred breathed in; the sight before him was absolutely breathtaking. Arthur looked perfect in that dress. It was as if it was custom-made for him and not like he just bought it from Vera Wang because he can't afford custom-made. The silk gloves, the satiny cloth of his dress, the smooth, crease-free stockings that brushed against his arms as Arthur straddled his as best as he could...

The best part about the whole package, though, was Arthur himself. His blonde hair reached down his forehead, lightly covering his bushy eyebrows Alfred so dearly loved, his emerald green eyes, glistening like the jewel itself, his smile, warm, inviting, with a hint of sly and cunning. He could not have dreamed a better version of this moment, and whatever moment was about to happen right now.

"Do you have the lube?" Arthur asked him, snapping him out of his trance-like state.

"Oh, I got it." he pulled the tiny bottle from his jacket's inner pocket. Arthur smirked. "Am I topping or do you want to go for two rounds?" he raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Alfred thought it over. Arthur hadn't topped in a while, and since this is their special night, he figured he'd let Arthur get the moment. He smiled sheepishly, "You can top tonight, Artie. I don't think I'll be able go for a second round, since you do it real good and thorough."

Arthur grinned devilishly. It was like one of his many facial expressions that reminded many of Arthur's empire days. It didn't really suit the dress.

"Good Alfred." he cooed, taking the tiny, unopened plastic container from Alfred. He placed it on the nightstand, just enough for him to be able to conveniently reach for it later. He leaned down and planted kisses on the American's temple, trailing his lips down the side of his face. Alfred was immensely enjoying this, needless to say.

Foreplay excited both of them, but tonight, Alfred wanted to get with the program already. He was already pitching a tent down south, and Arthur smirked as he felt the bulge poking and twitching his own. "Mmngh..." he grunted, growing impatient.

"Just wait, love. Be patient." whispered Arthur into his ear, his hot breath hitting him. He licked Alfred's earlobe before taking it in his mouth and lightly nibbling on it. Nibbles turned into light bites and sucks, which made Alfred make this undignified sound. A whimper or something similar. The Briton ran his tongue over the shell of his partner's ear, earning a shudder from the younger male. His hand involuntarily traveled towards the top of Arthur's partially unexposed back, craving his skin. The dress was quite huge and Arthur was sitting on part of it, his legs inside and unreachable. His arms were covered with silk gloves, the best there was when Alfred had bought them. He was only able to touch his back, which was as smooth as any part of his body was.

Arthur's slender fingers fumbled with Alfred's buttons, his mouth and attention somewhere else. Moving down to his neck, he bit down and sucked, leaving nice purple hickeys in his wake. He's done that to him before, and he had to live with the embarrassment for days after he walked into a world meeting and the other nations saw the nice bite mark Alfred left on his neck the other night. This was his sweet revenge, and marking of his own territory. Maybe he could pitch a tiny sign that also said, "This man belongs to me, so don't you lay a finger on him!" if the wedding ring and neck bites weren't enough to show his ownership.

Alfred yelped as the teeth sunk into his lightly tanned skin. Arthur thought he made the best sex noises. Alfred thought it was just plain embarrassing. He licked his dry lips, as Arthur licked on the spot to soothe the pain. He hummed a bit, finally finished unbuttoning him. He trailed a gloved hand down his chest, admiring the smooth skin. Compared to Arthur, Alfred looked a bit healthier looking. Maybe it was because of the tan. Arthur was quite pale.

He pinched Alfred's right nipple, his mouth enclosing on the other. "A-Arthur!" the other cried out, his back slightly arching. The Brit slightly twisted it to the right, while his tongue flicked over the left one. The painful arousal in Alfred's pants made it hard for him to stay patient. It twitched quite angrily in its clothed, confined quarters. Two layers of cloth. That poor cock of his.

Arthur couldn't deny his growing need, either. He was a bit worried that if his erection became full, it might tear the stockings' flimsy cloth and ruin it.

"Hurry uuuupp..." Alfred moaned, his breath hitching.

He was answered with another painful bite. This time, it was his left nipple, not his neck. It was more painful, but right now, he could choose to ignore pain if his need would be fulfilled. "Oh God, Arthur..." he moaned wantonly. God probably wasn't watching over them tonight.

Arthur unlatched himself and moved towards south. Florida-bound, where the heat stays all year long. His hand gingerly touched Alfred's toned abs. He kept it in good shape, telling him that he wanted to look good for Arthur on their wedding day.

"You really shouldn't have, though... I liked your cute, pudgy stomach as well." he said softly, his eyes momentarily flicking towards Alfred's nice tent. It already was at full mast, and the longer they kept stalling, the harder it was to ignore.

"Well, I had to cut down and do exercises so that I looked good for our wedding day..." Alfred huffed. He brightened, "It'll go back to normal in a few weeks, don't worry."

"More like, a few days." Arthur rolled his eyes at him, and Alfred just stuck his tongue out. Arthur had plans on where to stick his tongue in tonight.

He unbuttoned Alfred's trousers and pulled them off, much to Alfred's relief. He thought they would keep at it for months at the rate Arthur was going. He lightly sucked his clothed erection, Alfred's breath slightly hitching. The erotic ambassador sure has a lot of kinks, Alfred thought.

Arthur gently trailed his fingers around Alfred's crotch, the fabric feeling smooth against his hot skin. "Artieee... Quit teasin'..." the impatient American managed to slur out. He was so needy right now, and he wasn't sure if he was to love or hate this slow pace. Every second just threatened to drive him over the edge.

He pulled the pair of underwear down, revealing a twitching, fully-erect cock that wanted attention. Pre-ejaculate was already dripping from the top, slowly flowing down to the base of his shaft. Alfred helped him place his legs on Arthur's shoulders, so that it would be a bit easier for him. He took Alfred's head into his warm mouth, the saliva coating it as his tongue swirled around it, tasting the weird, yet arousing taste of Alfred's pre-cum. The taste was really just different. He didn't know how to put it. Maybe it was weird because of all the weird things Alfred eats. Though the dripping liquid did not taste like burgers, fries and soda, Arthur still found it quite peculiar and could only conclude that it was the result of what he ate. Just a theory, though.

"A-Aahh... A-Art... Arth... Arthur..." Alfred moaned again, having a hard time to pronounce two syllables and put it together to form his lover's name. His mind was so clouded with pleasure that he was rendered incoherent.

Arthur took half of him in, humming while he continued to suck him off. The humming sent tiny vibrations up his phallus; he knew Alfred loved that. He let his tongue explore the length, slowly going downwards to take all 8 inches of him in. Alfred bucked his hips into Alfred's mouth. It was a good thing the Englishman was experienced enough not to gag. He bobbed his head up and down the hardened cock, so intent on driving Alfred insane.

It made Alfred feel so, so good. He felt the all-too-familiar feeling pooling inside his stomach. Arthur was just so good at pleasing him like that... He loved it when he pitched from time to time. Alfred could feel himself coming close but he didn't want to release just yet because he might disappoint and upset Arthur.

Arthur pulled back with a light pop, Alfred's manhood glistening with saliva. He seemed quite pleased with himself. He leaned downwards, facing Alfred's entrance. Closing his eyes, he stuck out his tongue and ran over the outside once. Alfred shuddered beneath him. He pushed inside, the tight hole enclosing his tongue as he explored it. It was warm and tight, and Arthur knew he needed some preparing. He rarely topped. He's only topped Alfred like, 6 or 7 times in their entire relationship. It wasn't much; compared to the uncountable number of times they've had sex. This caused him to be at least twice as tighter as Arthur.

Alfred's never received a rim job before. The experience was extremely foreign to him. He was breathing heavily, his hands balling up the white hotel sheets, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead made his bangs stick to his skin.

"Arthur... I need you inside me... Fill me up..." he was practically begging for it. On another day, Arthur might not have taken his sweet time, but right now, he wanted this to take as long as possible; he wanted this moment to last, for him to savour it completely (no pun intended). He pulled out and removed the wedding ring and leaned over to grab the lube, putting the ring on the spot where the bottle once was. Teeth biting down on the tip of his right glove as he slowly pulled it off and discarded it somewhere on the side of the bed, where it might fall off minutes later but they would be too into it to care.

The lid of the lube came off, unscrewed and set aside. He tipped it over, making the liquid slowly flow into his hand. He warmed it up a little bit and slicked his unclothed fingers before shoving a finger in.

"That's not what I meant..." Alfred couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. He needed something bigger, longer, something with more girth to fill his needy hole.

"Patience, love. I don't want to hurt you right now by not preparing you." he smiled at him, though the bespectacled blonde didn't smile back. He kept his glasses on, because he wanted to see Arthur as he painfully, slowly, torturously, fucked him. It wasn't very useful right now; the heat and sweat made it fog up.

Arthur shoved in two fingers, scissoring him to get it stretched. The third finger was added, and he started searching for Alfred's prostate. He prodded around, trying different angles in search for it, when a certain louder moan told him where it was. He smirked and pulled all three digits out, keeping in mind where it was. Arthur pulled down his stockings and underwear and poured more lube into his hands, slicking it on his twitching shaft. He didn't bother heating it up, because he admitted that he, too, was growing impatient. The viscous liquid was cold, but he didn't seem to mind. He aligned himself in front of Alfred's prepared entrance, the younger man's legs wrapping around Arthur's small waist. Arthur slowly pushed it inside, as if he was teasing him, before gaining a steady rhythm by going in and out. "Mm... Yes... Oh yeah..." Alfred said in pure pleasure. Finally, he was getting what he wanted.

He felt so warm and tight inside Alfred, as if three fingers didn't stretch him out at all. He closed his eyes and licked his dried lips, trying to concentrate. He had memorised where it was earlier. He grunted as he angled his thrusts, until he found that sweet spot.

"Ohh―! Artie, there, right there!" Alfred screamed as his back arched up, chest heaving, gasping for air. He was desperate for this. He bucked his hips upwards, wanting more. Arthur pushed it down further, until most of it was gone inside. He brushed against Alfred's prostate again, smirking when he hit the spot. His fingers wrapped around the other's base, stroking him to the same rhythm as his thrusts to make him near completion.

"Arthur, I'm so close...!" he said at one moment. The next moment, his muscles contracted and he had released into Arthur's hand, accompanied with the loving scream of the other's name. Not just Arthur's hand, actually. On the sheets, his half-removed clothes, Arthur's gorgeous dress, and on the white, crumpled bed sheet and duvet. It was a sticky mess of white blobs. Arthur came shortly afterwards, moaning out his husband's name. "Alfred...!" he cried out loud, as he ejaculated inside him, filling his hole with more than enough. It spilled out the sides, droplets dripping onto the bed. Finally, he pulled out, the remaining plugged up cum draining out of Alfred's arsehole.

He collapsed on top of the American, completely worn out and tired.

"Best sex of my entire life." Alfred smiled at him, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Arthur smiled back, amused. Was it really?

"Agreed." he replied happy. He crawled off Alfred and he scooted a bit to the side to make some space for him. He lay down on his side, facing a really spent Alfred who was grinning at him idiotically yet again. Alfred wrapped his arms around his significant other as Arthur buried his face into the other's chest, smiling at him sincerely. It was one of the rare smiles he showed when he was truly happy and all worries were erased from his mind. This night was beyond perfect. It was too good to even be real. Neither of them could quite believe it themselves.

"I love you, Alfred." Arthur said, nuzzling him lightly.

"Mm... I love ya too, Artie." he replied happily, burying his face into the other's soft, pale honey locks, while he lightly rubbed Arthur's back.

Nothing could ever beat this gift, not those gift registries and candlesticks, porcelain and whatever else they received from their visitors. This was the best just-married present they have both received.

Author's Notes: PHEW. I am DONE. It's 1:06 AM when I finished writing this, and oh my God, I failed, didn't I? I cannot smut. What the name of the ever-loving bloody fuck and rainbows is SMUT. Honestly, though, this was the first time I've written smut and finished it through to the end. I've role-played smut a lot of times (I've only done so as Arthur, and most of the time, he topped his Alfred), but writing fanfiction with smut is another thing. Well, for one, smut efforts in RPs are halved between you and the other person, so it's a bit easier to think for that.

I hope it didn't suck too much, though! I didn't know what I was writing, actually. I just kept going like a motor, then I'd do a double-take because I'll be like, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WRITE AHAHAHAHA". I used like, most, if not all the words in the gay sex dictionary so it wouldn't seem so repetitive and also for it to sound a bit serious... I'm not sure if it put you guys off or if it just made it better... I dunno.

I thought this chapter was actually pretty long, but when I checked, it was shorter than one of my other fanfics and I estimated it to be like, I dunno, less than 2,000 or something? I AM DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF AHAHA.

OKAY I'LL STOP BABBLING IN MY A/Ns NOW... REVIEW AND STUFF, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED, ESPECIALLY SINCE THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT FIC. Go easy on me, though... ;7;/

Thanks for reading! ;7;