[Fanfic] Save a Horse; Ride a Cowboy
Mar. 12th, 2010 01:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blood_wingedTitle: Save a Horse; Ride a Cowboy
Genre: Romance
Pairing/s: USxUK
Characters: US, UK
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Rough sex, (almost) PWP, roleplay, masochist!Arthur.
Summary: In which Arthur and Alfred engage in playful roleplaying, rough sex is had, and a sofa is ruined.
“Do I deserve to be punished?”
The smirk on Arthur’s face sent sparks straight to Alfred’s groin. Not that long ago he would have never even thought of the Englishman saying something like that to him, and it had been a delight indeed to find that beneath that bad-tempered British exterior there was an incredibly kinky sex fiend. He was beginning to understand why he had heard Francis refer to him as the ‘sex ambassador of the world’.
“’Fraid so...” Alfred replied, crawling a little closer. “You’ve had it coming for years, Artie... and I can’t just go easy on you ‘cause I love you, you know.”
“Oh, Jones,” Arthur sighed, pouting softly. “If it had to be anybody I’d want it to be you...” He shifted back, his gaze moving up and down Alfred’s body. The American fell into an easy southern accent, smirking as he took Arthur’s hand and kissed it.
“Oh yeah?” he said. “Good, now I feel better about pullin’ so many strings for ‘em ta let me be the one ta do it.”
Arthur lay back and shivered, a brief flash of feigned fear flashing over his expression. “Please,” he whispered, looking up at Alfred with slightly widened eyes. “Don’t mark me up too bad...” At that, Alfred looked startled, but it was only for a moment before realisation dawned and he returned to his smirking, slipping easily into the role.
“Like I said,” he purred. “You’ve had it comin’ for a while, Arthur... and they’ll expect to see somethin’... but don’t worry, I’ve kept you outta the hands of anyone who’d really do somethin’ nasty to ya.” He winked, and Arthur quivered. Alfred was, secretly, rather impressed with how well Arthur could act the blushing virgin, and he filed the man’s acting ability into his memory for later use. He couldn’t pretend that it didn’t turn him on like nothing else to have the man trembling and blushing beneath him, and to know that Arthur was doing this for him was just the icing on the cake.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Getting anxious?” Alfred asked, a wolfish grin spreading over his face that only widened as Arthur replied, still in that hushed and quavering voice.
“Please don’t hurt me...”
“Nah...” Alfred shook his head and sat up, taking Arthur’s face in his hands and dragging a thumb over his bottom lip, continuing softly. “’S not my thing, you know... I don’t have the heart for it.” The Englishman was still gazing at him, silently, and he gently traced the lines of his face, jaw and neck with a single finger. “What’s that look for..? Never been touched before?”
Arthur went pink, the twinkle in his eyes showing how much he was enjoying this. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about...”
“No? Ah, so you’re saying that this...” Alfred paused, sliding his hands up under Arthur’s shirt. “Isn’t new to you at all?”
The smaller man flinched and gasped, and Alfred felt his body tense, goosebumps rising on the soft skin as his hands moved higher.
“Stop...”
With one brow quirked, Alfred rested his hands at Arthur’s sides and kept them there, making a curious sound. Arthur whimpered, shutting his eyes tightly and Alfred smiled a little, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over Arthur’s ribs. He leaned down and murmured softly, his lips close to the Englishman’s ear.
“Sssh... don’t worry, I promise to be gentle.”
“I-I don’t want... Nn...”
“So, none of that drawn out, lovey-dovey stuff?” Arthur was pushed down to lie on the sofa, and Alfred moved to straddle him, moving his hands further up Arthur’s chest, toying idly with his nipples and delighting in the feel of them growing instantly hard under his touch. “Shame... I’m real good at it.”
Arthur let out another gasp and gripped the edge of the sofa. “D-do whatever you want...” he breathed, tipping his head up as Alfred leaned over and kissed him hard, pulling away to wink, smirking again.
“This’ll be real nice, just you wait.”
“Mm...”
Alfred smiled a little, and kissed Arthur’s nose, then his forehead, each cheek and then his lips again, his hands bunching up Arthur’s shirt, moving to take it off. Arthur allowed it, all the while letting out soft little moans and gasps, rocking his hips up. With a playful smile, Alfred pressed his hips down against Arthur’s and shivered at the low moan he got in response.
“You’ll get the hang of all this in no time,” he said, kissing him again. Wrapping his arms around Alfred’s shoulders Arthur kissed him back warmly, murmuring against his lips.
“This doesn’t feel like a punishment to me, Jones...”
“Ahhh, right...” The younger man frowned thoughtfully. “So you’d rather I go rough, then, huh? I mean, I can do that, alright, but I dunno... the question is, can you handle it?” He quirked one eyebrow, and Arthur jerked up against him slightly.
“I don’t care... you’ll never get any information from me.”
Oh, this was fun... Alfred studied Arthur for a moment, eyes glinting, then replied lowly. “Oh, you’re going to sing, Kirkland...”
“You’ll never make me talk...”
“That’s what they all say.” With a quick, ‘I’m-hecka-sorry-if-I-get-this-wrong-but-I’m-sorta-feelin’-it-and-so-I’m-gonna-go-for-it' look, Alfred tangled his fingers in Arthur’s hair and jerked his head back forcefully, attacking the curve of his neck with lips and teeth. Arthur moaned loudly, choking off the sound and holding tightly to the edge of the sofa, bucking up sharply against him. Alfred ground down against him, letting out a quiet grunt and biting down on Arthur’s neck, sucking tenderly at the spot and kissing it before turning his attention to his lover’s – his victim’s – shoulders and chest.
Running his hands into Alfred’s hair, Arthur gripped tightly, arching up, drawing another low groan from the American as he left a mark on Arthur’s chest – the first of many. The hand not buried in Arthur’s hair slid down between them to grip the Englishman’s manhood, and he let out a shaky little whimper.
“W-what...”
“Hmm..?” His already aching member was given a teasing squeeze. “’What’, what..?”
“W-what are you doing to me..?”
“Mm... something good.” Alfred smiled smugly and went about stroking and squeezing him, bending down to kiss his abdomen and slowly licking and sucking his way back up to his lips. “Ready to talk, yet?”
Arthur growled softly. “Never,” he hissed.
“Right.” The American released him for a moment, though only to yank down his pants and underwear. He flashed the Englishman a confident smirk before tearing his own pants away. “How about we see just how long ‘never’ lasts, m’kay?”
Flushed heavily, his eyes wide and dark and so green, Arthur hissed out two words that, if Alfred had had any doubts before, would have washed them clean away. “Do it.”
Immediately, Alfred flipped Arthur over onto his stomach and hoisted his rear into the air. Kissing from the base of his lover’s spine to his shoulder, he muttered a quick ‘here I go – sorry!’ and entered him in one smooth stroke. Arthur tensed immediately, muffling a real whimper in the sofa cushions. Without the proper preparation Alfred’s size hurt, and for a long moment he couldn’t breathe, swallowing a quiet sob, knowing that it would be harder to breathe if he let it out, and worse, he knew that Alfred would stop if he heard it. Instead, he pressed his hips back, the intense burn turning into a sharp pain that filled his lower back and pelvis. He shuddered, managing to hide his discomfort enough that Alfred didn’t notice it, and he felt the man’s hands close around his hips, the slow, deep rhythm that he started up pulling at his insides.
But damn, it felt so good.
He could never ask Alfred to hurt him on purpose, partly because he would refuse and partly because he didn’t want to have to explain, and this was just what his (mostly) closet masochistic side needed. Soon enough the pain faded enough that he could feel the pleasure through it, and he clung tightly to the arm of the sofa, pressing the top of his head against it and squeezing his eyes shut as he rocked, his neglected erection knocking against his stomach. He couldn’t move to deal with that, however, and couldn’t hold back a groan of relief when Alfred did the job for him. The American leaned forwards, pushing himself deeper, pressing hard up against Arthur’s prostate, and then stopping. Arthur let out a long, low moan, groping at the sofa cover and trying to make the man move, but his position meant that he was pinned in place. Alfred nuzzled the back of his neck, then gently bit down on the shell of his ear.
“How about now..?” he purred.
“N-never...” the smaller man choked out, his voice shaking, an entirely different burning, throbbing sensation curling in his abdomen. Hot, insistent, it almost panicked him with its intensity and he fought against Alfred’s weight, panting and whimpering but somehow grateful when the American simply held him tightly, not allowing him to move. Arthur gasped, struggling to his hands and knees, hanging his head and drawing in heavy, strained breaths. He groaned as Alfred began to move again, the rhythm turning erratic, harder, faster as Arthur rocked back, every muscle trembling with the effort.
It was almost too much, Alfred’s hand on his shaft and that thick, hot hardness filling him to the very brink and he could swear that Alfred was pushing even deeper, and then Arthur was crying out, almost screaming, moaning out Alfred’s name and throwing his head back as his fingers ripped through the sofa cushions and he came, hard, white splashing over his stomach and the fabric of the sofa, over Alfred’s hand that was suddenly at his mouth and he was sucking without even thinking, tasting himself on the other man’s fingers.
Alfred moaned unintelligibly, his hips jerking in several sharp, uncontrolled thrusts before he hit his climax and spilled inside Arthur, his legs and arms trembling as he tried to hold himself up when the older man collapsed with a muffled groan, his hips still raised and Alfred still buried deep inside him.
Oh, God...
“You’re okay, right...?” Alfred asked, a faint tone of worry in his voice as he realised just how rough he had been. He drew back, slick with semen tinged with pink, and he swallowed nervously. “Arthur?”
“Hnn... mmph... nngh...” was all the sound that Arthur made, his knees sliding back, lowering the rest of himself to the sofa. His body was quivering, but the sounds that he was making were more than pleased, and so Alfred lay down beside him, stroking his fingers up and down the curve of his spine and rubbing his lower back in slow circles. Arthur let out a quiet ‘mmm’ of contentment at that, and it was only ten minutes later that he sat up abruptly, hissed in discomfort, and then looked down at the mess they’d made.
“Oh, bloody hell.”
“What?” Alfred asked, sounding slightly alarmed.
“This sofa’s ruined!”
“So..?”
“I haven’t even finished paying for it yet!”
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Based on a (rather) old RP of mine with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amael_elen . Partial credit for dialogue goes to her <3
Genre: Romance
Pairing/s: USxUK
Characters: US, UK
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Rough sex, (almost) PWP, roleplay, masochist!Arthur.
Summary: In which Arthur and Alfred engage in playful roleplaying, rough sex is had, and a sofa is ruined.
*****
“Do I deserve to be punished?”
The smirk on Arthur’s face sent sparks straight to Alfred’s groin. Not that long ago he would have never even thought of the Englishman saying something like that to him, and it had been a delight indeed to find that beneath that bad-tempered British exterior there was an incredibly kinky sex fiend. He was beginning to understand why he had heard Francis refer to him as the ‘sex ambassador of the world’.
“’Fraid so...” Alfred replied, crawling a little closer. “You’ve had it coming for years, Artie... and I can’t just go easy on you ‘cause I love you, you know.”
“Oh, Jones,” Arthur sighed, pouting softly. “If it had to be anybody I’d want it to be you...” He shifted back, his gaze moving up and down Alfred’s body. The American fell into an easy southern accent, smirking as he took Arthur’s hand and kissed it.
“Oh yeah?” he said. “Good, now I feel better about pullin’ so many strings for ‘em ta let me be the one ta do it.”
Arthur lay back and shivered, a brief flash of feigned fear flashing over his expression. “Please,” he whispered, looking up at Alfred with slightly widened eyes. “Don’t mark me up too bad...” At that, Alfred looked startled, but it was only for a moment before realisation dawned and he returned to his smirking, slipping easily into the role.
“Like I said,” he purred. “You’ve had it comin’ for a while, Arthur... and they’ll expect to see somethin’... but don’t worry, I’ve kept you outta the hands of anyone who’d really do somethin’ nasty to ya.” He winked, and Arthur quivered. Alfred was, secretly, rather impressed with how well Arthur could act the blushing virgin, and he filed the man’s acting ability into his memory for later use. He couldn’t pretend that it didn’t turn him on like nothing else to have the man trembling and blushing beneath him, and to know that Arthur was doing this for him was just the icing on the cake.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Getting anxious?” Alfred asked, a wolfish grin spreading over his face that only widened as Arthur replied, still in that hushed and quavering voice.
“Please don’t hurt me...”
“Nah...” Alfred shook his head and sat up, taking Arthur’s face in his hands and dragging a thumb over his bottom lip, continuing softly. “’S not my thing, you know... I don’t have the heart for it.” The Englishman was still gazing at him, silently, and he gently traced the lines of his face, jaw and neck with a single finger. “What’s that look for..? Never been touched before?”
Arthur went pink, the twinkle in his eyes showing how much he was enjoying this. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about...”
“No? Ah, so you’re saying that this...” Alfred paused, sliding his hands up under Arthur’s shirt. “Isn’t new to you at all?”
The smaller man flinched and gasped, and Alfred felt his body tense, goosebumps rising on the soft skin as his hands moved higher.
“Stop...”
With one brow quirked, Alfred rested his hands at Arthur’s sides and kept them there, making a curious sound. Arthur whimpered, shutting his eyes tightly and Alfred smiled a little, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over Arthur’s ribs. He leaned down and murmured softly, his lips close to the Englishman’s ear.
“Sssh... don’t worry, I promise to be gentle.”
“I-I don’t want... Nn...”
“So, none of that drawn out, lovey-dovey stuff?” Arthur was pushed down to lie on the sofa, and Alfred moved to straddle him, moving his hands further up Arthur’s chest, toying idly with his nipples and delighting in the feel of them growing instantly hard under his touch. “Shame... I’m real good at it.”
Arthur let out another gasp and gripped the edge of the sofa. “D-do whatever you want...” he breathed, tipping his head up as Alfred leaned over and kissed him hard, pulling away to wink, smirking again.
“This’ll be real nice, just you wait.”
“Mm...”
Alfred smiled a little, and kissed Arthur’s nose, then his forehead, each cheek and then his lips again, his hands bunching up Arthur’s shirt, moving to take it off. Arthur allowed it, all the while letting out soft little moans and gasps, rocking his hips up. With a playful smile, Alfred pressed his hips down against Arthur’s and shivered at the low moan he got in response.
“You’ll get the hang of all this in no time,” he said, kissing him again. Wrapping his arms around Alfred’s shoulders Arthur kissed him back warmly, murmuring against his lips.
“This doesn’t feel like a punishment to me, Jones...”
“Ahhh, right...” The younger man frowned thoughtfully. “So you’d rather I go rough, then, huh? I mean, I can do that, alright, but I dunno... the question is, can you handle it?” He quirked one eyebrow, and Arthur jerked up against him slightly.
“I don’t care... you’ll never get any information from me.”
Oh, this was fun... Alfred studied Arthur for a moment, eyes glinting, then replied lowly. “Oh, you’re going to sing, Kirkland...”
“You’ll never make me talk...”
“That’s what they all say.” With a quick, ‘I’m-hecka-sorry-if-I-get-this-wrong-but-I’m-sorta-feelin’-it-and-so-I’m-gonna-go-for-it' look, Alfred tangled his fingers in Arthur’s hair and jerked his head back forcefully, attacking the curve of his neck with lips and teeth. Arthur moaned loudly, choking off the sound and holding tightly to the edge of the sofa, bucking up sharply against him. Alfred ground down against him, letting out a quiet grunt and biting down on Arthur’s neck, sucking tenderly at the spot and kissing it before turning his attention to his lover’s – his victim’s – shoulders and chest.
Running his hands into Alfred’s hair, Arthur gripped tightly, arching up, drawing another low groan from the American as he left a mark on Arthur’s chest – the first of many. The hand not buried in Arthur’s hair slid down between them to grip the Englishman’s manhood, and he let out a shaky little whimper.
“W-what...”
“Hmm..?” His already aching member was given a teasing squeeze. “’What’, what..?”
“W-what are you doing to me..?”
“Mm... something good.” Alfred smiled smugly and went about stroking and squeezing him, bending down to kiss his abdomen and slowly licking and sucking his way back up to his lips. “Ready to talk, yet?”
Arthur growled softly. “Never,” he hissed.
“Right.” The American released him for a moment, though only to yank down his pants and underwear. He flashed the Englishman a confident smirk before tearing his own pants away. “How about we see just how long ‘never’ lasts, m’kay?”
Flushed heavily, his eyes wide and dark and so green, Arthur hissed out two words that, if Alfred had had any doubts before, would have washed them clean away. “Do it.”
Immediately, Alfred flipped Arthur over onto his stomach and hoisted his rear into the air. Kissing from the base of his lover’s spine to his shoulder, he muttered a quick ‘here I go – sorry!’ and entered him in one smooth stroke. Arthur tensed immediately, muffling a real whimper in the sofa cushions. Without the proper preparation Alfred’s size hurt, and for a long moment he couldn’t breathe, swallowing a quiet sob, knowing that it would be harder to breathe if he let it out, and worse, he knew that Alfred would stop if he heard it. Instead, he pressed his hips back, the intense burn turning into a sharp pain that filled his lower back and pelvis. He shuddered, managing to hide his discomfort enough that Alfred didn’t notice it, and he felt the man’s hands close around his hips, the slow, deep rhythm that he started up pulling at his insides.
But damn, it felt so good.
He could never ask Alfred to hurt him on purpose, partly because he would refuse and partly because he didn’t want to have to explain, and this was just what his (mostly) closet masochistic side needed. Soon enough the pain faded enough that he could feel the pleasure through it, and he clung tightly to the arm of the sofa, pressing the top of his head against it and squeezing his eyes shut as he rocked, his neglected erection knocking against his stomach. He couldn’t move to deal with that, however, and couldn’t hold back a groan of relief when Alfred did the job for him. The American leaned forwards, pushing himself deeper, pressing hard up against Arthur’s prostate, and then stopping. Arthur let out a long, low moan, groping at the sofa cover and trying to make the man move, but his position meant that he was pinned in place. Alfred nuzzled the back of his neck, then gently bit down on the shell of his ear.
“How about now..?” he purred.
“N-never...” the smaller man choked out, his voice shaking, an entirely different burning, throbbing sensation curling in his abdomen. Hot, insistent, it almost panicked him with its intensity and he fought against Alfred’s weight, panting and whimpering but somehow grateful when the American simply held him tightly, not allowing him to move. Arthur gasped, struggling to his hands and knees, hanging his head and drawing in heavy, strained breaths. He groaned as Alfred began to move again, the rhythm turning erratic, harder, faster as Arthur rocked back, every muscle trembling with the effort.
It was almost too much, Alfred’s hand on his shaft and that thick, hot hardness filling him to the very brink and he could swear that Alfred was pushing even deeper, and then Arthur was crying out, almost screaming, moaning out Alfred’s name and throwing his head back as his fingers ripped through the sofa cushions and he came, hard, white splashing over his stomach and the fabric of the sofa, over Alfred’s hand that was suddenly at his mouth and he was sucking without even thinking, tasting himself on the other man’s fingers.
Alfred moaned unintelligibly, his hips jerking in several sharp, uncontrolled thrusts before he hit his climax and spilled inside Arthur, his legs and arms trembling as he tried to hold himself up when the older man collapsed with a muffled groan, his hips still raised and Alfred still buried deep inside him.
Oh, God...
“You’re okay, right...?” Alfred asked, a faint tone of worry in his voice as he realised just how rough he had been. He drew back, slick with semen tinged with pink, and he swallowed nervously. “Arthur?”
“Hnn... mmph... nngh...” was all the sound that Arthur made, his knees sliding back, lowering the rest of himself to the sofa. His body was quivering, but the sounds that he was making were more than pleased, and so Alfred lay down beside him, stroking his fingers up and down the curve of his spine and rubbing his lower back in slow circles. Arthur let out a quiet ‘mmm’ of contentment at that, and it was only ten minutes later that he sat up abruptly, hissed in discomfort, and then looked down at the mess they’d made.
“Oh, bloody hell.”
“What?” Alfred asked, sounding slightly alarmed.
“This sofa’s ruined!”
“So..?”
“I haven’t even finished paying for it yet!”
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Based on a (rather) old RP of mine with
amael_elen . Partial credit for dialogue goes to her <3