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Matthew is Mine	By : flagfish Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 9688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You think we had too much ice cream?”
“Naw.”
They lay on the sofa some time later, Matthew’s head resting on his brother’s chest, electric blanket on, flipping idly through channels.
“This thing’s not gonna electrocute me, is it.”
“It’s not gonna electrocute you, Al.”
“You sure? Cause we’re gonna fall asleep with it on, and…”
“I’m sure, yeah. I’ve used it like, a million times.”
Matthew yawned, long arms stretching to their full span beyond the sofa.
“Hey, Matt—”
“Yeah?”
Alfred grinned. After he didn’t say anything more for some time, Matthew slowly tilted his head to face him.
“What is it?”
The other boy laughed. He wrapped his arms more tightly around Matthew, leaning his head to whisper in his ear,
“Think you can put on that…that thing for me?”
Matthew blinked in a moment of confusion.
“That thing?” he asked at last, “What thing…?”
Silence for several seconds, and Alfred began very gently to bite at the cartilage shell of Matthew’s ear.
“O—ohhh…the…my Review Order uniform?”
“Yeah, that.”
“What, you mean like—now?”
More silence.
“Aw, Al, it’s really late, I’m tired, and—”
Matthew gasped as he felt Alfred’s tongue gradually begin to trace the delicate folds of his ear. His eyes closed slowly.
“…and last time I needed to have it dry-cleaned after w…nn…ahh—”
“After we what?” Alfred crooned.
“A…aft…shh…shit—”
Fifteen minutes later, Matthew stood before Alfred in the living room, decked from head to toe in his mountie uniform, gloved hands carefully straightening the creases from his blazer.
Gazing contentedly from the couch, Alfred smiled in approval. He brushed the blanket aside, slowly motioning for his brother to come close.
“This really isn’t a play outfit, Al, I—”
He began removing his hat as he spoke, but, drawing him closer to himself, Alfred interrupted,
“Leave it on—”
“S—sorry—”
Alfred pulled him gently by the hand, guiding him onto the couch and on top of himself. His outfit smelled fresh and clean, official, Alfred began kissing him very slowly, long fingers raking across the expanse of his back.
“This gets you off even more than my hockey uniform,”
Matthew laughed softly, long legs sliding on either side of Alfred’s narrow hips, hair falling on his face as he gently seized his mouth.
“Mm…the hockey uniform…”
Alfred crooned, “…we’ll have to remember that one for tomorrow…”
“Yeah? You wanna play me, too?”
Alfred’s laugh came low and smooth as he kissed Matthew back,
“Play you…? At hockey? Stupid sport like that…”
“You only say that ‘cause you know I’d kick your ass,”
Matthew whispered, straddling Alfred’s hips and deliberately pressing down.
“Oh buddy, you’re on,”
Alfred’s voice was just barely audible against Matthew’s lips, strong arms coming all around his back, holding him very close. He pressed his hips up against Matthew, aware they both were hard, and, with a mischievous smile, he breathed against the other boy’s ear,
“Hey, Matthew—wanna top?”
Matthew blushed all at once, moving back slowly as to gaze at Alfred’s face.
“Ah—”
He started, unsure of what to say, and, gently running the back of his hand against his brother’s cheek, Alfred whispered,
“It’d be a shame to get you out of that nice outfit, that way you could still keep it mostly on—”
Matthew laughed shyly against Alfred’s palm.
His words floated very softly in response, as though admitting to a secretly profane fantasy,
“You want me to fuck you in my mountie uniform?”
Alfred slowly traced Matthew’s lip with the tip of one finger.
“Maybe I do,”
he whispered, and Matthew parted his lips as the long digit went in.
“Would you like that?”
“Well, I—I’ve never—”
“I’ll show you what to do,”
Alfred’s eyes searched his face, watching as Matthew kissed his fingers and then began knowingly to lap at them, taking his palm with two gloved hands.
“You still taste sweet,”
he laughed softly, “from the ice cream…”
“Yeah?”
Matthew nodded.
“Ylike that?”
He didn’t reply, but merely allowed the digits farther into his mouth, slowly sucking on them, eyes closed. He reached after with frustration when Alfred pulled his fingers away, glistening and wet with fluid; Alfred’s hands were beautiful, large but slender and elegant, Matthew became aroused just looking at them sometimes, imagining them touching him—
Without being asked if he wanted more, he began carefully to pull at the elastic of Alfred’s pajama bottoms, then at his briefs, and because he was told he was going to top, he carefully slid them the rest of the way down his brother’s legs, tossing them gently to the floor.
Alfred’s legs were beautiful, too, elegant and long, lined just the slightest bit with transparent yellow hair. Really, Matthew had always admired his brother’s body, he was perfect, he thought, gloved hands tracing the taught surface of his abdomen to the depression at the inguinal canal and his thighs down from there, his hard member, his narrow hips, he found himself reaching for the boy’s shirt, as well, I wanna see you, he thought—
Alfred cooperated without qualms and without a fuss, unashamed and unfazed by the prospect of lying disrobed even as Matthew was so formally attired above him—
His eyes glimmered with good-natured anticipation, fingers reassuring in Matthew’s hair as he leaned slowly over him, kissing his forehead and his mouth and his neck, his temple, his cheeks and the pointed tip of his nose, I love you, Alfred, America, my hero—
Now Alfred reached slowly for Matthew’s hips, fingers raking with careful attention along the pressed fabric of his blazer, the black strap of his belt, moving below to work blindly at the fly of his trousers, he propped himself by the elbows, beckoning Matthew to move closer to him.
Matthew did, watching as Alfred tugged at his boxers with his teeth, pulling them down just enough to let his member out, deliberately leaving his trousers still on.
“Ah—! God—!!”
Matthew cried when suddenly he felt his mouth on him, head tilting back in surprise and hair ruffling as his hat fell in his wake. Weak and brittle, his hands roamed in his brother’s hair, the strands weaving softly in-between.
He was wet, he could feel himself very wet in Alfred’s mouth, liquid already emerging hot, just a little bit—
He blushed, whispering very softly,
“P—please don’t hurt me—”
“Ahhn—fuck, Matthew—”
Alfred whispered back, lips very wet around his member, hairs standing on end at the nape of his neck at the innocent sound of his voice—
He allowed the member out of his mouth very carefully, attentively licking at the fluid so it won’t drip onto Matthew’s nice clothes, and he lifted the folds of his blazer just enough to gently kiss his stomach, he gazed up at him, yellow hair falling softly on his neck as he grinned,
“Scoot back a little.”
Matthew did, caressing his brother’s hair unawares before Alfred took his hands, confident and secure as he placed them under his own thighs and gently helped him guide them apart. Matthew gazed down at what he was doing, he wanted to touch Alfred’s member, to take it into his mouth, as well,
“C—can I just—taste you a little—”
he whispered shyly, and Alfred inspected his face for a few moments in response.
“All right,”
he said, hardly one to turn that sort of offer down. Matthew bent forth carefully, hair scattering as he took the hard member in his hands, slowly lapping at him, at the tip and then farther down from there, Alfred’s long legs still on either side of him as his brother urged him on, flat abdomen tensing—
Still very hard, himself, Matthew continued to lick at him, gloved hands gentle but firm on his inner thighs, tongue running along the hot length to the base, to the perineum and very gently to his opening from there, Matthew moaned softly as the long digits tightened in his hair, Alfred had done this to him so many times in the past—
His breath came hot and humid against his thighs, innocent, possessive but graceful, Alfred gazed at him as he gently brushed his hair aside. His voice came very affectionate and soft as he whispered to him,
“Go on, Matt—you wanna do it now?”
Matthew carefully disentangled himself from in-between his thighs, absently licking at his lips, face flushed. He gently caressed Alfred’s leg as he nodded,
“Yeah, okay—”
“Cmere—”
As Matthew moved closer, Alfred carefully guided him into place, taking his brother’s member in his hand, and Matthew gazed down with innocent curiosity, gasping at the warm touch unawares—
He cried very quietly when Alfred gently pressed him to his entrance, eyes closing, lips agape, slowly moving inside—
“Oh—oh, shi—”
His breath stopped—his entire body froze—he felt hot shivers course electric all throughout his spine—
Eyes big and blue, he slowly gazed down at Alfred, voice lodged silent at the back of his throat for about ten seconds before the realization hit him all at once—
“Shit Al, I’ve done this before.”
Silence.
Alfred stared back with just as much astonishment.
Another twenty seconds went by.
“What.”
He sputtered in reply.
More silence. Matthew stared down like a deer in headlights.
“Y…you…” Alfred murmured dryly.
Matthew nodded.
“N…not at the…”
Matthew nodded again.
More silence.
Alfred slumped backward in defeat, bringing his palm to his face.
“I—I’m sorry—”
“God damn it, Matthew…God, I…I can’t believe this…”
“I’m sorry…”
“What the—shit, man…with whom…?!”
Matthew gazed down in mute panic. He shook his head helplessly,
“I don’t know…”
Alfred stared incredulously for a few moments, then grumbled into his hand, removing his glasses to rub irritably at his brow.
“God, I can’t believe…those guys are so dead…”
To be continued…
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