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As Arthur returned home, he was greeted with a sight he hadn’t seen in centuries. Well, not even in centuries, for to speak the truth he had never seen it before.

“Alfred, are you… working?” Truly, there he was, sitting at Arthur’s work desk with his nose stuck into a thick book. Arthur could only see his golden hair pointing up from behind the many piles of paper that were covering him from the waist and up. At the sound of Arthur’s voice, however, Alfred raised his gaze and peeked over the paper with a pair of tired, blue eyes.

“Oh, Arthur, it’s you.”

“Why are you here?” Arthur asked, placing his attaché map down onto the floor, closing the door to the office behind him. Alfred let go of a helpless chuckle as he got up from the chair.

“I came over this morning, looking for some papers. But you had already left.”

“How did you get in?”

“I know my tricks.”

“…If you’ve ruined the lock again, you’ll pay for a new one.”

“Whatever.” Alfred fell back down to sit. Arthur wrinkles his brows as he approached the desk. Not only did the bloke have tired eyes, his whole body was practically screaming for a break. His cheeks were fuzzy-red, his legs shaking slightly even though he was sitting still.

“For just how long have you been working?”

“Like I said – I dropped by this morning.” Alfred turned a page in his book. He read a few lines, and then he looked up at Arthur, as the man said nothing. “…What? You’re staring.”

“And you’re telling a lie.” Arthur rolled his eyes, turning to lean against the desk while he looked at Alfred. “No way you’ve been messing with those papers for, what? 9 hours?” Alfred pouted in a childish way.

“Now you’re just being mean,” he mumbled, “I thought being serious would make you happy.” Arthur stared at Alfred who stared right back. Then it occurred to him.

“Bloody hell, you really have been working!” Arthur pushed free of the table, pointing a finger to Alfred, who swung his arms up into the air in a hopeless gesture.

“Well, that’s what I said!”

“You’re… Oh, Alfred.” Arthur closed his hand, then stretched the fingers and slowly patted the other’s hair. “You’re…” he tried continuing the sentence again, but he had no idea to where it was heading. So he just stopped there, leaned down and pecked his cheek. “You’re growing up.” Alfred chuckled:

“I hope not.” He yawned. The Englishman slipped a hand through his hair with a loving smile.

“Maybe you should go get a little sleep,” he suggested, but Alfred shook his head, sneaking his arms around Arthur’s waist as he yanked him in close.

“No, it’s not sleep I need now,” he smiled innocently. Arthur dropped to sit on his lap, kissing his nose. Alfred giggled, turned his head upwards and pressed his lips to Arthur’s. He smiled, returning the kiss with his arms swung around his lover’s neck.

“What do you need?” He mumbled the question to Alfred’s lips before giving them a short lick. The other seemed to give his question a two-second thought, and then he shrugged the shoulders.

“This is fine.”

“Oh, no, Alfred,” Arthur corrected him in a low, dark voice. He opened his eyes to look into Alfred’s. The younger was taken aback by lust Arthur’s gaze was holding. “You’ve been a good boy. I think you deserve something more than just ‘fine’. So tell me,” he leaned in to press his lips to his ear, whispering the next words: “What do you really want?”

His words made all the blood in Alfred’s body flow south. He wanted to answer, but it was like he had lost the ability to speak. He just sat there, gawking like an idiot. Arthur chuckled and softly bit his earlobe.

“Seems like one part of your body is reacting.” His fingertips travelled down Alfred’s chest, stomach, down to his pants. Gently he grabbed the bulge that had started to show through the fabric. As Alfred moaned, Arthur smiled. “I guess I’ve got my answer. Have work on this, right?”

“Right,” Alfred finally nodded. The Englishman slipped from his lap and down to kneel on the floor in front of him. “Right… You’re going to suck me off?”

“Don’t ruin the moment with speaking,” Arthur hushed, reaching forward to zip down his pants. Alfred rose shortly from the seat so that Arthur could pull them down. He shoved them away before returning his attention to the white pair of boxers the other was wearing. Pre-cum had already soaked a spot at the front, and Arthur leaned in, slipping the tip of his tongue across it.

“Fuck…” Alfred spread his legs slightly, his eyes locked at Arthur’s face between his legs. Arthur gazed up at him, that arrogant look of his in the green eyes. He placed small kisses up to the waistline of the boxers, bit down at it as he pulled the fabric down with his teeth. Alfred’s half erected cock slipped free of the garment, and Alfred gasped as the heated skin made contact with the much colder air in the office.

“Yes, that’s it. Make all the sounds you want to,” Arthur prodded him with a slight chuckle. He licked his lips in an eager motion as his eyes fell upon the other’s cock. He grabbed around it with one hand, leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue across the slit, licking up the pre-cum. It tasted salty, but pleasing. It was the taste of Alfred. Arthur started placing butterfly kissed from the top to the root, nipped his way up again. Alfred moaned and bucked his hips upwards, but he didn’t close his eyes, keen on getting every little detail.

Arthur slowly started to jerk the other off. Painfully slowly, meanwhile he carefully watched Alfred’s face. He loved the way the other’s lower lip would shake when his hand went down, and his eyes roll a little as his fingers caressed the cockhead. It was a pleasing sight, but he wanted to please the man even more.

Arthur leaned forward as he opened his mouth, stretching his lips over the angry-red cockhead. He gave it a slight suck, swallowing the fluids before he slowly started to take Alfred in.

“Fuck yes, Arty, like that. Keep going,” Alfred encouraged him in a breathless voice. Arthur closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on swallowing. It had been too long since he last gave the other a blow, and it was like he had to learn how to relax his throat all over again. It fought back as the cock hit the back of his mouth, but Arthur wouldn’t give up. He slipped a little back, the fast forward again as he pressed the cock in deeper. His throat clenched around the meat, and Alfred moaned in pleasure, throwing his head back. “Yes!”

Arthur gagged. He needed air. He had to let it slip out again as he took in a deep breath and allowed his hand to work a little instead. His lips were glistening with spit. As Alfred looked down at him, Arthur almost felt embarrassed.

“You look so dirty,” Alfred whispered in a hoarse voice. He reached down and gently caressed Arthur’s right cheek with a smile. “I like that. My dirty lover on his knees, giving me head. It’s the perfect picture.” Normally Arthur would have scolded him for using such a language, but now he felt it turning him incredibly on, and he turned his head as he shortly placed a kiss upon Alfred’s fingers, then he learned forward, once again letting his mouth open op for the other’s cock.

This time he didn’t gag. He swallowed like he was a greedy child getting its candy, wanting it all in one mouthful. He started to bob his head up and down, taking in more of Alfred every time he went down on him. Alfred’s fingers sunk into his hair, messing it up as he stroked and patted and caressed him at the same time.

“Yes, Arthur… Good, good…” He nodded slightly with his own words, his hands slipping to the back of the man’s head. “I want more. I want all you can give.” He smiled as he breathed the last word, his fingers grabbing a handful of hair as he slowly started to push Arthur’s head forward, letting more of his cock slip in between the lips. Arthur’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden movement, and he looked up at Alfred with huge, green eyes. Alfred quickly let go of his hair as he saw the look the other was giving him, allowing Arthur to breath freely again.

“S-sorry, Arthur, I must’ve gotten c-“

“You’ll have to bind my wrists first.” Alfred choked on the air.

“What?!”

“Bind my wrists,” Arthur repeated, no anger showing in his eyes. More like… lust. “If you don’t, I’ll just push away at the slightest lack of air. I don’t want that. Bind my wrists and use my mouth. It’s what you want, right?” Arthur sloped his head a little to the side, smirking up at Alfred. The younger sighed as in defeat, and a stunned smile took over his lips.

“Wow, you’re a kinky old man.” Arthur frowned.

“If you keep saying stuff like that, I’ll regret.”

“Okay, sorry, sorry.” Alfred looked around. “What should I use?” Arthur might be kinky, but the office wasn’t. Arthur looked ponderingly, but he then grabbed onto the pants he’d pulled off of Alfred minutes earlier.

“Your belt,” he said, slipping the belt free of the garment. He handed it to Alfred, turning his back to him. “You can bind my hands behind me.”

“Take your shirt off first,” Alfred instructed, getting into the game. Arthur slipped free of his blue shirt, throwing it casually to the side. He then held his hands together at his back, looking over the shoulder to watch Alfred. The younger leaned down and tightened the belt around his wrist one time, then two times before the clicked it shut. “Try to move your hands.” Arthur wriggled in his shoulders, but the leather held his hands firmly together.

“It’s fine.”

“Good, now turn around.” Arthur had his struggle. With no arms to balance with, it was tough not to fall forward as he skid around on his knees. It hurt moved them in that position, and he clenched together the teeth as he tried not to show his pain. Alfred slipped a finger underneath his chin, lifting his head to look down into his eyes. Arthur wondered why he hadn’t realised before how sexy it was being so vulnerable to the other.

“You look lovely,” Alfred whispered and placed a kiss at his lips.

Arthur moaned slightly, allowing Alfred’s experienced tongue to enter. The bloke might me younger, but he knew all the tricks that would make Arthur’s knees weak; he didn’t leave a spot untouched, swirled his tongue around Arthur’s, gently sucked on his lower lip and let go just before Arthur got the chance to respond to it all. He felt so empty.

“Alfred…” Alfred hushed.

”You’ll be filled soon enough.” He smirked, leaning back into the chair as he slipped a hand into Arthur’s hair, taking a hold of some locks, and with the other he guided his cockhead to his lover’s lips. “Open up wide.” Arthur complied with Alfred’s demands, and he willingly took in the cock, sucking on just the tip, as Alfred did not allow him more. He held his head firmly in a strong grip, almost out of reach. Arthur had to poke his tongue out like a thirsty boy longing for water. His tongue leapt across the slit again, tasting his pre-cum. He wanted more.

“Alfred…”

“Shut it, Arthur.” Arthur looked up. The glimpse in Alfred’s eyes was different. It was as if the man had suddenly gotten the whole idea. He was in charge now. Completely. He could decide whether or not Arthur would get what he longed for, and he could control it all. Vaguely Arthur wondered if it was a good idea leaving all that power in the hands of the US, but as soon as Alfred nudge his head forward, allowing him to swallow around the cockhead, he couldn’t even care to think his worries to an end.

“So that’s the way to keep you quiet,” Alfred hummed with a grin, “making you suck me off. Hell, I didn’t even have to ask, you got down on your knees like a willing fag.” Arthur muffled something as a protest, but Alfred just shoved more of his cock into that mouth, keeping it quiet. He moaned slightly, the heat of Arthur’s mouth so unbearably good.

He allowed Arthur to suck for a couple of minutes. He was in no rush. He’d been working all day, and the other had been right – he did deserve a little something for keeping it serious for so many hours. However, Alfred was young – there was a limit of patience for him. Therefore he slowly started to guide Arthur’s head up and down his shaft, taking in a little more for every time he went down. The wet sound of the Englishman’s tongue slipping across his warm skin was turning him on even more, and he fastened the motion, only giving Arthur a short period of time to catch his breath every time he pulled him up.

“Mhmm… That feels so good…” Alfred tilted his head to the side, watching Arthur through half-closed eyes. He slipped his fingers through his hair, once again he grabbed around the back of the Englishman’s head – but this time he did not have letting go in mind. Instead he got a good hold of him, kept him still in his position before he slowly started to fuck his mouth, swaying his hips slightly in the chair. The position was awkward, he couldn’t really get it all the way in, so he got up, standing in front of Arthur as he once again got a hold of his cheeks.

“Ready?” he grinned, but gave the other no time to answer before he started fucking his mouth again, more rapidly than before. He threw his head back in a moan, feeling Arthur’s throat clench tightly around his meat, forcing more pre-sperm to slip down his throat. He found the though hot.

Arthur had no time to think. The way Alfred was abusing his mouth left him only to concentrate on keeping his teeth out of the way and keeping his mouth stretched as wide open as possible. He wanted to push away, he wanted to be allowed air, but his hands were captured on his back. He couldn’t rip his head free of Alfred’s hands either, for the bloke was far stronger than himself. The grip he had around his chin was killing him and would surely leave a blue mark.

He gagged. Hard. Finally Alfred pulled back, and he gasped in air, filling his needy lungs again and again and again. He blinked with his teary eyes; just to get the blurry view of his lover’s dripping cock in front of him. He was still solid hard. Arthur licked his lips while he tried to calm his pounding hard down. In the moment he’d thought it was horrible, but now, looking at the cock, he felt aroused. His pants actually hurt from the bulge sucking Alfred off had created. He looked shortly down, before gazing back up at Alfred. The bloke’s cheeks were flustered.

“Can you handle more?” he asked, but it was more a demand than a question. He wanted more. His blue eyes clearly showed it, so Arthur nodded, leaned forward but was denied the cock. He looked up again with wonderingly eyes, but this time Alfred just smiled back at him. He slipped one hand off of his cheek, taking a hold of his cock as he smacked it against Arthur’s cheek, smearing a trail of fluid across his face.

“You want my cock?” he asked, slapping his other cheek, letting the head of his member slide ghostly across Arthur’s lips. The Englishman nodded. Alfred snorted as if humoured. “Don’t just nod. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” Arthur repeated, looking up at Alfred with honest eyes. “Please, let me suck your cock, Alfred. Please.” His begging made Alfred laugh, but in a way a madman would laugh, knowing his power.

“How much do you want it?”

“So much, oh Alfred, please! Just… Just get to it!” Alfred hesitated. He wanted to spend more time listening to his lover’s sweet begging, but he could tell from the look the other was sending him, that Arthur actually really couldn’t hold it anymore. He wanted it. Now.

“Alright. You’re to suck me ‘till I cum, got it?” Arthur nodded as he was once again allowed to take in Alfred’s member. His own cock was throbbing in need, and he could feel how he was getting wet with pre-sperm himself. He was on the edge of coming.

So he sucked. He licked. He bit and nibbled and kissed the best he’d learned. Alfred had taken a seat in the chair once again, now leaving the rest to Arthur. He was watching the Englishman carefully while he did his job. The swollen, red lips. The green eyes darkened with lust. The liquid dripping from his cheeks. It was a hot view, and Alfred was quickly brought to his release.

“Fuck!” He threw his head back as he came in Arthur’s mouth without warning. Arthur choked on it in surprise, only swallowing half of it before the cock slipped from his mouth, and the rest of Alfred’s sperm hit his face. The sound of Alfred’s erratic moans and the feeling of the warm sperm slipping down his face was enough to send Arthur over the edge, and though he couldn’t even tough himself, he curled together in a low serious of groans as he came in his boxers.

They both needed time to recover. Arthur was mostly lying gaping for air, while Alfred was trying to understand what had just happened. He looked down at Arthur, a sudden guilt hitting him, and he fell to his knees, quickly opening the belt and freeing Arthur’s hands. A red mark was left crossing the wrist, and he silently took Arthur’s hands into his own, kissing the red skin.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Arthur gazed at him with wary, green eyes.

“You’re sorry… for what?”

“For doing this to you. Guess I got carried away.” Arthur shook his head, forcing himself to his knees, but they hurt, and instead he fell into Alfred’s warm embrace, resting his cheek against his shoulder.

“I loved it,” he whispered, and smiled an honest smile. Alfred looked surprised.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.” He kissed his cheek shortly. “I love our normal, lovingly sex. But this is great for a change sometimes, don’t you agree?”

“Yes!” Alfred spurted in a more eager tone than he’d wanted to. Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.

“Oh fuck…” he mumbled.

“What now?”

“My pants…” Arthur looked down himself with annoyed eyes. “I came in my pants. It’s kind of… nasty.” Alfred laughed. He slipped his arms around Arthur’s smaller body, lifting him up as he got onto his feet.

“Well then, shouldn’t I prepare you a lovely bath? Scrub your back, wash your hair, and sing my national hymn into your ear?” Arthur wondered.

“Yes to bath, scrub and hair wash. No to you bragging.” He smiled a tired smile, pecking Alfred’s lips.

“Whatever you say, old man.”