Thunder rumbled, rolling through the clouds and heavy rain that poured down. Every surface dripped and splashed, utterly soaked by the storm. And as the weather grew in intensity, hands strained to pull bodies closer, breaths escaped as small puffs of air, and not even the rain could cover up the soft sounds they didn't fully realize they were making.

Protected by their small shelter beneath the tree, Alfred's hand wandered up Arthur's back, exploring the soft skin it found there as his mouth did the same to the green-eyed blond's neck. The pale skin was flawless, at least for now, and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from pressing a kiss to the Brit's pulse. He could feel and hear Arthur's heart pounding behind his ribs, and he knew his was in a similar condition. Being this close to the smaller male, feeling Arthur's weight on his lap and the warmth of him everywhere they touched, turned Alfred's hunger into something else, something that he didn't want to resist, something he wasn't sure he could resist, even if he wanted to.

God, the smell of him.

The rain heightened Alfred's senses, drowned him in the taste and smell and heat of Arthur, in the warm sweetness he'd come to recognize as the Brit's own special flavor of arousal and pleasure. It was delicious, and Alfred wanted more.

Hand slipping down, the American let heat trail from his fingertips and into Arthur's lower back. The Brit shifted against him, spine arching as his body reacted to the stimulation.

"Alfred."

It was barely more than a whimper, a plea that the blue-eyed male do something to help him. Alfred had no intentions of refusing. But he also had no intentions of letting this happen too quickly. If he was going to do this, then he was going to take all the time he wanted. Arthur probably wouldn't mind.

So even though the smaller blond was pressing up against him and starting to shift his hips uncomfortably, Alfred resisted the urge to push him down on their blankets and have his way with him. Not yet, at least. There was plenty else he wanted to do first.

Pulling his hand free of Arthur's clothing, the American sat up and wrapped both arms around his boyfriend's waist, drawing him closer and bringing their hips together in what Arthur would probably have described as a teasing way. The new pressure against his groin made the Brit gasp softly, had him rocking against Alfred, spine and hips moving in rhythm as his breaths became moans.

Oh, what exquisite friction.

Arthur wished there weren't so many clothes between him and Alfred. Sure, the American's hand had found its way up the back of his shirt, and they weren't wearing those heavy parkas anymore, but there was far too much fabric separating their bodies. He wanted Alfred and he wanted him now, wanted skin on skin, wanted hands grasping and holding and bodies writhing together. But all he was getting was clothed grinding. It wasn't nearly enough.

This wasn't enough, not by a long shot, and soon Arthur found himself drawing back from the American. With trembling fingers, he gripped the hem of his sweater and lifted it, pulling it off over his head as Alfred helped. He set to the buttons of his shirt next, undoing them slowly in spite of his own impatience—his fingers weren't cooperating enough to do them as quickly as he wanted. Alfred's hands found his hips while he worked, rubbing and squeezing, encouraging Arthur to rock even as he finally shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it on the blanket behind him.

Lips zeroed in on his chest and the Briton sighed, watching the other male with hooded eyes. "Al…"

"You're perfect."

It was a husky whisper that sent a shiver down Arthur's spine. Al glanced up at him, so quickly that all he caught was a flash of blue eyes, then hands travelled from his hips to his rear and sudden heat surrounded his left nipple.

"Ah…!" Back arching, Arthur gave a soft cry as his hands instinctively tangled into Alfred's hair. He whimpered when the American's tongue dragged, goosebumps spreading over his body.

Firmly, the hands cupping his rear encouraged him to move against the taller blond. Even that was too much—Arthur's trousers were beginning to feel painfully tight, and this rubbing was going to drive him mad.

Panting and trembling and possibly more turned on than he'd ever been in his life, Arthur forced himself to focus long enough to send his hands down to his groin, fingers searching for the buckle of his belt. He'd only just managed to pull it free when Alfred suddenly bit, not hard, but almost like a warning, his hands now still. Unsure of himself or what he should do next, the green-eyed blond sat astride the taller male's lap and looked down to find Alfred watching him even as his mouth remained where it was.

"…please," he managed after a few moments of staring at each other, "I can't take this."

Alfred didn't move for nearly thirty seconds, then his attention returned to Arthur's nipple. He licked then sucked gently, fingers patiently stroking the Briton's flawless ass. It fit so nicely into his hands that he couldn't help giving it a squeeze, and he rather enjoyed the small spike of pleasure it sent through Arthur. Fuck, the Brit was delicious. If they didn't have sex now then Al was going to be very grumpy about it later. This was like appetizers, little treats to get him ready for the main course, and damn he was hungry.

When he noticed that Arthur had opened the button on his pants—sneaky little banker—Alfred decided it was time to speed things up a little.

So quickly it made Arthur gasp, Al's hands moved up to his back and the American rolled forward onto his knees, lying Arthur back on the blankets. Startled green eyes stared up at him and he chuckled before leaning down to kiss the other blond.

"Sorry."

"No," Arthur smiled, arms looping around the American's neck, "this is good."

With a grin, Alfred leaned down and began dropping kisses on the Brit's throat and collarbone. One of his hands braced against the blankets in order to hold himself up, the other cupping the slight curve of Arthur's waist, his thumb rubbing just as gently as his lips brushed.

They were soft to each other for a few moments, content to get used to the new arrangement of their bodies. Being beneath the taller blond was enough to give Arthur a bit more patience. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was a step closer, so he didn't complain. Besides, who in their right mind would be upset about being worshipped like this by someone like Alfred?

He was drowning in tea and honey, lost in the delicacy of Arthur's pleasure. The golden blond radiated with it, a bittersweet flavor Alfred couldn't help but savor. He wanted to devour the man beneath him, wanted to get every last drop of pleasure he could out of him, and at the same time he wanted to make sure this would last forever so that he never had to go without. If he finally fed from Arthur, more than just the little snacks he'd gotten so far, he was sure he would never be satisfied with anyone else again.

Vaguely, Alfred wondered if this was what finding your mate was supposed to feel like. Did Feliks and Toris feel this way? They had to, right? One was rarely without the other, and even though they both had sexual partners other than each other, at the end of the day, they never wanted to go to anyone else. So this had to be what mates felt.

Alfred pulled back from kissing Arthur's throat, gazing down at the Briton with a small, wondering smile.

"…what?" Arthur was confused by the expression on his boyfriend's face, and a little disappointed those kisses had stopped so soon.

"Nothing." The smile grew into a grin and Alfred leaned down to kiss the other man's forehead. "I'm just really happy I found you."

Eyes widening, Arthur blinked rapidly as his face turned a delicate shade of pink. "Oh." His embarrassment made him tuck his chin to his collarbone when Alfred looked at him again. "I'm happy, too."

"Yeah?"

Arthur nodded in response to the American's question and found himself caught up in another kiss half a second later, Alfred's mouth eager against his own as the bespectacled blond pressed close to him.

The rain continued to fall around their makeshift shelter, chilling the air almost to the point of seeing their breath. Arthur's bare flesh was taught and pale, beautifully riddled with goosebumps caused by a cool breeze and Alfred's touch alike. The American's fingers were heat against his skin, tingling and burning and making his body move of its own accord.

Fingers tight in ash blond hair, Arthur found himself biting at Alfred's lip, his hips lifting to press and roll. It was cold, but he was hot, much too hot. He was burning, and kissing Alfred was the only escape. There was nothing but the hands burning his sides, Alfred's lips so hungry against his own, the pressure, the beautiful friction between their hips. Arthur was mewling into Alfred's mouth without even realizing it, the soft, desperate sounds escaping him between kisses.

Suddenly, the points of heat that were Alfred's fingertips dug into Arthur's sides and the American bucked down against him, hips pressing against the Briton's backside. The unexpected pressure sent a jolt through Arthur, tensing his muscles half a second before his pleasure left him in a rather loud moan.

When he looked back, cheeks flushed and hazy green eyes only partially open, he found Alfred staring down at him, the model's gaze sharp and focused, his mouth open just enough to show a hint of white teeth. He looked almost predatory.

It would have been intimidating in any other setting, but with his legs wrapped around the American's waist, it served only to make Arthur whine. He didn't know what exactly Alfred was thinking about, but he was sure that whatever plan was forming behind those blue eyes would be far from disappointing. In fact, he thought it might even satisfy a few of the fantasies he'd been having lately.

I should have put a few of those purchases to use.

Just thinking about what Gilbert had helped him to buy was enough to darken the blush already coloring Arthur's cheeks, and he found himself averting his gaze out of shy embarrassment. Alfred dipped closer, brushing his lips on the other male's forehead in an affectionate kiss that did nothing to ease Arthur's chagrin. It made his jaw ache, his throat feel tight, his chest swell. Words he didn't expect made it onto his tongue before he managed to swallow them back down.

Slowly, the Englishman looped his arms around Alfred's ribs and applied just enough pressure to bring him down, stopping only when Alfred rested comfortably against him. He could almost feel the American's confusion at the move, since only a moment ago he had very clearly wanted something far more intense than a bit of cuddling. But the kiss to his forehead had very nearly brought words to his lips that Arthur was not prepared to say, and he needed to collect his thoughts before anything else were to happen.

"…Artie?" the soft, questioning tone Alfred used to address him only made the Briton tense for a few seconds before he managed to lie back against the blankets again. A weak smile was all he could offer in exchange for Alfred's concerned look.

"I'm all right."

"You sure? We can stop."

It was obvious from the way the blue-eyed American was pressed against him that Alfred didn't want to stop, that he would be hard-pressed to recover from his current state if Arthur decided he didn't want this. And the smaller male was no better off despite his embarrassment and the flash of panic at nearly having said…well, something he didn't even want to think about just yet.

But, no, he didn't want to stop.

"I'm sure." His smile strengthened, and Arthur resettled comfortably between the blankets and Alfred. The process involved more than a little wiggling, a movement he knew would only make things worse for Alfred—the shudder that passed through the American was enough to make him grin. "I'm not cruel enough to leave you so riled up."

That managed to get a laugh out of Alfred, and his concern for Arthur all but vanished. "That's good. Be kinda shitty for me if you were. Unless you're into that sort of thing," he added, almost as a question, and Arthur felt his face warm slightly. The implication threatened to send the Brit's thoughts spiraling into a fantasy strongly reminiscent of his teenaged years.

Torment Alfred then leave him to suffer for a while? Doable. Very doable.

Thoughtful, Arthur looked up at the American and quirked his lips to one side, brow furrowed. "…I could do that," he mused, almost grinning. His response seemed to take Alfred by surprise, something that Arthur gloated over internally. "But I don't feel like it, now."

Alfred gave a few short, relieved nods. "Yeah, not right now," he agreed, gazing dropping to Arthur's lips.

It was the only warning the Briton had before he found himself caught up in another soul-searing kiss, his pulse spiking yet again and fingers digging into Alfred's back. The American's hips rolled a gasp out of him that was quickly swallowed by the larger male, Alfred's tongue taking the opportunity to claim Arthur's mouth. Moaning weakly, there was nothing the green-eyed blond could do but cling to Alfred and enjoy the pleasure being given to him.

Hell, he was going to soil his pants if this kept up for too much longer.

"A-Alfred…ah…please…" Desperate, Arthur squeezed his knees on the other man's hips, struggling to get the words out between breathless sounds. There was so much pressure building at the pit of his stomach he could barely even think, hardly noticed when Alfred's hands slid down his sides and caught in the waistline of his trousers, tugging them down over his thighs. Only the cold air against his skin alerted him to the fact that he was being undressed, and Arthur shivered as he pulled Alfred closer for warmth.

The trousers were gone a few seconds later, kicked off and to the side, already forgotten. Arthur shifted his attention to Alfred's jacket, pulling and tugging at the fabric until the American finally removed it. His shirt soon followed. Lying back on the blankets, Arthur ran his hands down Alfred's chest, fingers tracing over the well-toned muscles. On a whim, he leaned up and nipped at the tanned skin of the larger male's collarbone, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. When he relaxed again, he almost immediately found himself caught up in a kiss, Alfred's mouth moving confidently against his own. It was easy to lose himself in it, to let his hands wander over the American's back as he breathed through his nose, his entire body shifting as Alfred moved against him.

With fewer clothes in the way, he struggled to keep his sounds back in order to maintain the kiss. His trousers had only muffled the feeling and now that they were gone there was little he could do but hold onto Alfred as the blue-eyed blond's hips became more insistent. He pulled away from the kiss only to breathe, face flushed and eyes hazy.

"Please…Alfred…"

It was all the American needed to hear before he sat up on his knees, hands working to remove what little clothing remained on Arthur's slender form. As soon as the Brit was bared to the world, Alfred ducked down again and began trailing kisses down his pale torso, letting his teeth catch now and then as he moved lower. He could feel Arthur trembling, relished in the taste of the golden blond's anticipation and the pleasure coursing through him. With a slight smirk, Alfred pressed even more heat into him, his hands caressing the Brit's thighs as Alfred's mouth finally reached his groin.

He paused there just long enough to glance up at Arthur, to take in the heaving chest and desperate expression, before he finally did what the banker so desperately wanted. Eyes hooded, Alfred slid Arthur's painful-looking erection into his mouth and sucked gently, one hand slipping up and around to cup the green-eyed blond's ass.

"Ahhhaaahh!"

It was such a lovely sound that broke free of Arthur as heat enveloped his length, encouraging Alfred to squeeze with both hands and bob his head lightly. Arthur's hips rolled, following the motion of the American's mouth, but Alfred only stayed there for another moment before pulling back, letting Arthur slip free, his member now slick with saliva.

As the Brit whined, Alfred nipped his way back up until he reached Arthur's mouth, kissing him at the same time that he brought his hips down. Arthur gasped at the sudden pressure and Alfred quickly took advantage of the opportunity to deepen the kiss, dominating the smaller male's mouth in a matter of seconds as they rocked together. Nails bit into his back and dragged; he arched his spine into the slight pain, rumbling in his throat as his teeth caught hold of Arthur's bottom lip. The green-eyed blond's legs hooked themselves around his hips, holding close to him as Alfred moved, the kiss turning sloppy in their desperation. Arthur was close, Alfred could taste it, and even though he was still half-dressed he couldn't bring himself to stop moving long enough to ditch his jeans and boxers, to slick himself and prepare Arthur. That would take too much time and he wanted to taste Arthur's climax now.

"Ah…ah…Al…fred…ah…! Fuck!" His back arched up off the blanket and Arthur squeezed his legs around Alfred's waist, nails digging deeper into the American's back as his entire body shuddered. "Haaah!"

Even though he could feel Arthur's seed smeared on his stomach and knew the Brit was going to need some time to recover, Alfred kept rocking his hips against the smaller man's groin as he pulled back just enough to see Arthur's face. Pale cheeks were flushed a dark red, his hair was rumpled and he couldn't manage to open his eyes as his lungs fought to pull in enough air to survive his orgasm. Small sounds worked their way out of him as Alfred continued to move.

"S…stop…wait…"

Alfred obeyed the weak command and stilled, moving away so as not to jolt Arthur accidentally. Instead, he crawled the couple of feet to Arthur's head and sat, gently lifting the Briton's head and resting it in his lap. Gentle, his fingers combed through messy blond hair, and he curled forward enough to kiss the banker's forehead. Had he been some other sort of mythical, he would have been purring at how sated and happy he felt. Yes, he still had his own boner to deal with, and the mess on his stomach to clean up, but Arthur was content and needed to rest, so he would wait. Besides, this orgasm had been even more filling than the last one he'd gotten out of the green-eyed man, so his erection was purely that of arousal and not of hunger, just like he'd wanted.

"Rest," Alfred crooned when he noticed Arthur looking sleepily up at him.

The smallest of smiles flitted across the slender blond's features before his eyes closed again and he relaxed, dozing almost immediately as Alfred tended to his hair. Even naked beneath a tree in the rain, he was too comfortable to stay awake.