A stoic answer to @captainsexyroll void-ful request! He asked for usuk, with one half of the party being super experienced, and hypersexual without looking at the other.
I kinda wanted Alfred to be the hypersexual one in this fic, because this concept is one that’s really overused for Arthur since he’s older and perceived in canon as erotic, and someone who has a lot of sex, but doesn’t have many love stories.
So this is the concept that I came up with - THIS fic will be for Alfred, and I’ll do a rewrite for Arthur! Enjoy!
(I actually really like this synopsis, so I’m probably gonna expand on it later and make it into a chapter fic.)
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The apartment was quiet, and had a tense stupor to it that didn’t allow Alfred to do much. It was stuffy, in a weird, non-physical way, and the American simply felt too tired to move. Clean. Do anything.
He knew that Arthur wanted to meet up today, after work. Alfred had the day off, it was Sunday - but Arthur was relentless when it came to his career, and he insisted on working six days a week. He wanted to see Arthur, too, and as much as he planned to go out with him tonight, he didn’t think it would happen that easily.
Ding. It was a text. From Arthur.
“Morning! Not sure if you’re awake, but I hope you’re feeling alright today. I was thinking of cutting my hours today so we can go to the beach?”
Damn - Arthur was rarely ever willing to cut his hours for Alfred’s sake. Or for anyone’s sake, really. Alfred felt bad, this must mean Arthur was really excited for a date today.
“Sorry, babe. I’m not feeling the greatest today. But you can come over when you get off.”
He waited for the response, and he wasn’t exactly happy when it came.
Arthur was sad. He knew he was, but he couldn’t really care less right now. He stares at Arthur’s profile picture, a photo of the thin, pale Brit shirtless. It was innocent - a picture that Alfred had taken a few months ago while they were at the community pool together.
But right now, it seemed anything but innocent.
Alfred began to lick his lips as he stared at the photo. He tapped it, so it would blow up into a larger view. Blow. God, he tried to think of the last time Arthur had blown him. When was it, the last time he had those tight, thin, pale lips around his cock?
Alfred felt himself stirring in his pants. Jeez. He really had no dignity, it wasn’t even 10:00 in the morning and he was about to jerk off, as if he hadn’t done it twice just the day before. But he was ashamed to say he wasn’t really thinking about Arthur.
It was late. Really late. Seeing as Alfred hadn’t cared to go to the beach with Arthur earlier, Arthur had just decided to get off work at his normal shift end.
And now he was here, and god, was Alfred horny now.
He opened the door, and he had to repress a groan of annoyance when Arthur smiled and held up two bags of food. Charlie’s - their favorite sandwich shop.
“I bought us dinner!” Arthur twittered with enthusiasm, and Alfred let his boyfriend step into his apartment. He sighs, looking up at Arthur.
“That’s nice and all, Art, but,” He tries to grin at Arthur, “I think I’m hungry for something else~”
Arthur’s face didn’t light up like Alfred had thought it would. Like it normally did.
“Alfred. We arranged this date tonight…You know that we don’t have to have sex every time we see eachother, right?” Arthur had a look on his face. Alfred couldn’t distinguish exactly what it was; Disappointment? Anger? Frustration? He didn’t know, but he knew it was anything but excited.
“I know, but…I’m just really in the mood right now.”
Arthur stared at him for a long second, in honest disbelief. They had busy schedules, as of late, and the last time they had had sex too, par Alfred’s request. Arthur really couldn’t remember the last time they had an honest date.
The request swam around Arthur’s brain, and although, yes, there were many other less-kind thoughts circling around Alfred at the moment, Arthur figured sex after a stressful day at work may not have been so bad.
Alfred almost jumped out of his skin, and within instants, his body is pressing Arthur to close corners against the door of his apartment. He began kissing Arthur’s neck, but suddenly there was a firm pair of hands on his chest, and Arthur pushed gently.
“We can have sex, but on one condition, Alfred.” Arthur had a stern look, and Alfred knew that could mean anything except something good. “We are going to make love. I don’t want it hard this time.”
Alfred chewed nervously on his lower lip - he was right. “Sorry, babe, I don’t do that shit. Sex is sex. There are other ways that I ‘show love’ and all that, but I don’t think sex is oke of those ways.” Alfred had thought he articulated that pretty well.
He was wrong. Arthur looked mortified, and upset, and all incredibly hurt at the same time. That definitely was not the right way to stretch things across to the Brit.
But, Alfred had to give Arthur credit for one thing, always. Arthur always managed to surprise Alfred in mysterious ways. Like now, for example.
“You know what - Fine. We’ll do it however you’d like, but you’re going to answer me a question first.” Arthur shot with his arms crossed. It definitely was laced with a little anger (maybe a lot), but it was leapstones away from the slap and bickering Alfred had inticipated.
“Aaaand what question is that?” Alfred asked, a little too sarcastically.
“Why is it, Alfred, you never look at me?” He asked, and Alfred now sensed curiousity and a new kind of emotion in Arthur’s voice, “You never look at me. I’m always riding you with my back turned, or I’m on my stomach. You never look at me, or say my name, or kiss me…”
Alfred, in a strange way, knew the question was coming. He just didn’t expect (or want it) to come right now. “Arthur-”
He didn’t let him finish, “And when I top, it’s even worse! I’ve tried to kiss you, and, and…And you pushed me away!” Arthur frowns, crossing his arms. “Sometimes, you make me feel like you’re hiding something. Like I’m a homewrecker or something and all I’m here for is sex.”
Alfred immediately shook his head. He knew Arthur could sometimes be irrational when big emotions were involved, but he couldn’t let Arthur think that. “What? No, no, baby,” Alfred sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. “Gah, I’m…I’m terrible, aren’t I. Have I really lead you to believe that?”
Arthur nods a bit, with a stern look. Alfred knows that Arthur probably expects a legitimate answer, and Alfred is almost too embarrassed to give him one.
“I, well…” Alfred sighs. “When I was in, like, high school…I had a lot of people that liked me. I liked football, and I guess the stigma around all these jocks is that they all had huge dicks and were absolute virgin killers.”
Arthur looked intrigued - Good, that meant Alfred was getting somewhere. “Alright…But what does that have to do with–”
“Shh, shh. Let me talk.” Alfred shrugged. “So…You know high schoolers. They expect a lot from people, and if you let them down, the results can be pretty bad.” Alfred looked down and rubbed his arm nervously. He really, really didn’t want to finish this story.
“One day, I kinda,” Alfred sighs, clicking his tongue, “This chic asked to like…Go out. And I said yeah, 'cause she was a nice lady, and we went on a date. And then, she started talking about condoms and lube and whether I had them or not, and I was like 'Woah. Slow down. I’m not gonna have sex with you.’ But apparently, that wasn’t a good thing to say.”
Arthur had a different look now, one of sympathy. He lets Alfred continue his tale.
“The next day, I come to school, and what do I know? No one is talking to me. I mean no one, Arthur. All my friends, they just looked on like I didn’t even fucking exist.” Alfred frowned, and he was rubbing his arm again. “Come to find out, the girl from the day before had told everyone that I had been, like, super mean and rejected her. And…What I did next, in hindsight, I know was a pretty stupid thing to do, but-”
“You had sex with her to get your reputation back.” Arthur interrupted. Alfred’s shoulders fell in a disappointed sigh, and he nodded slowly. Arthur’s lips curled in a saddened frown, and he moved to rub Alfred’s shoulder.
“Hey. Hindsight is 20/20. And besides, reputation is a big thing for adolescents. I don’t really blame you, if I’m going to be quite honest.” Arthur offered a small smile, and Alfred felt his heart warming up a little bit. Arthur was sometimes easy to anger, but also had a lot of empathy.
Arthur interrupted Alfred again. “No really, I understand now. You did a lot of stuff with people that you weren’t so willing to do, because you wanted to keep your reputation. Even if that scraped out your bank of dignity.” Arthur presses a small kiss to Alfred’s forehead, and it manages to make the latter’s lips quiver up into a grateful smile. “But…I want to give you some of that dignity back. You love me, right?”
Alfred nods, “Of course I love you!”
Arthur smiles, “Then it will be different with me!” Arthur kisses Alfred’s head. “You love me…So…Let’s be together in that way as lovers~ I’ll teach you how. I can help you feel more comfortable.”
Alfred thought long and hard on the offer, before nodding happily.
“Alfred,” Arthur pressed a small kiss to Alfred’s forehead, “You’re tense, sweetheart, remember who I am~”
Alfred seemed to relax, and his arms wrapped tightly around Arthur. He smiles and kisses Arthur’s neck and shoulder, the two men sat together on the bed, and their hands were not off limits to eachother’s bodies. It was blissful.
Arthur smiles as he presses Alfred down against the bed, both men rutting against eachother through their pants to gather as much pleasure as they could muster up.
“A-Alfred, look at me,” Arthur cupped his cheek. Alfred’s hands were fumbling with the zipper and clasp of Arthur’s trousers, and he was rushing. “Look at me, you love me..”
Alfred paused for a second, before smiling and nodding. He slowed down, and decides to occupy himself by kissing Arthur as he managed to slip them both out of their jeans.
“Mmph,” Alfred groans when they’re both naked from the waist down, “I love you…Mhm…” Alfred smiles as he pulls Arthur’s shirt away from his body, stretching his own arms above his body and removing his t-shirt.
Arthur gasps softly, gripping Alfred’s love handles beneathe him as Alfred ruts upwards, and Arthur adjusts the straddling position as he grinds down against Alfred. “I love you too, ah…~”
Alfred reached for a metallic purple bottle, and Arthur opened the palm of his hand while Alfred poured the transparent, silky liquid out. Arthur smirks, reaching behind to fist Alfred’s cock, leaning down and kissing Alfred’s neck as he strokes him.
“F-Fuck, Arthur, just like that…” Alfred groans deeply, and he lifts his hips up with a whine. He looks up at Arthur with a pleading look. “P-Please, babe…”
Arthur smiles, nodding and raising his hips. He breathes out slowly as he begins to impale himself on Alfred, the latter giving small thrusts to help ease him down. Alfred’s eyes tilled back as Arthur began riding him slowly.
“Fuck, Arthur, fuck, I love you…I love you so much- I-!” Alfred choked on a small moan as Arthur rode him faster, Arthur gripping the soft, pudgy flesh at Alfred’s waist. The latter wasn’t exactly displeased either, Arthur biting his lip as he bounced on the cock under him.
“I- God, fuck, I love you too!~” Arthur’s eyes rolled back and he shudders a bit when he feels Alfred’s manhood twitch inside of him, and he can’t help but speed up.
“Arthur-! I, Arthur!~” Alfred gripped Arthur’s hips as gently as he could, before bringing one hand up to cup the back of Arthur’s neck. He gently tugs the Briton down, kissing him passionately as he orgasms, Arthur shivering at the strange sensation, riding out his own orgasm with the man beneathe him.
Arthur smiles, laying comfortably on Alfred, kissing the man’s jaw. “I love you…I really love you, so much, Alfred…” He smiles when Alfred nods.
AHHH!! Here you gooo!! I hoped you like it, and keep an eye out for the next fic!
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