USUK/UKUS One Shots

7th Year (Hogwarts AU Lemon Part 2)

Warnings: Sexual content

Word Count: 1875

Estimated Read Time: 8 Minutes

A/N: Alfred and Arthur are both 7th Years in this story, meaning they are 18. 

"Seriously?" Arthur asked, almost unable to believe it. He swallowed, chest rising and falling heavily. "You want to... now?"

"Mhmm," Alfred nodded, fingers tracing Arthur's jaw. "But this time, I want your mouth on me, and then I'm going to ride you."

That made Arthur nearly short-circuit. His eyes widened as his stomach flip-flopped. "That sounds good to me."

"Well then. On your knees."

Arthur felt a shiver run through him as the scales tipped. Without a second thought, he dropped to his knees, looking up at Alfred expectantly. There was cum dripping down Alfred's leg. He propped the other up against the wall to give Arthur better access. "You can start with cleaning up your mess."

Shaking with need, Arthur rested his hands against Alfred, leaning forward and running his tongue along the drops, collecting them in his mouth.

"Now, to where it really matters," Alfred instructed, guiding Arthur to his cock. "Put yourself to use."

Arthur felt himself begin to harden again as he closed the distance between his mouth and Alfred's cock. Slowly, he began to coax it back into hardness, too.

"That's right," Alfred encouraged, "Keep going."

Feeling the reaction and hearing the words, Arthur began to move faster, breathing through his nose. His mind felt cloudy with want, but he was getting into a rhythm.

"You're so good, Arthur. So good. Keep going, baby."

The feeling the praises left him with was so good. He was making Alfred feel this way, and it filled him with more pride than he'd have ever imagined.

Alfred shuddered. "How do I taste?"

His voice was uneven, more assurance that Arthur was succeeding. He answered the question near enough to Alfred's cock so that he'd feel his lips brush it and the hot air of his breath ghost over it. "Like honey."

It was hard to process how Alfred drove him so wild, but it didn't particularly matter. With a low groan, he went back to his task, swimming in the sensation of pleasing Alfred and licking the precum off his shaft.

When he was close, Alfred tapped Arthur's shoulder. Taking the cue, he sat back. Alfred looked down at him, flushed, then at his erection. He nudged it with his foot, pressing. "Are you ready for me to fuck myself on your cock, baby?"

The image flashed through Arthur's head. "God yes."

He grinned. "Lie back."

Feeling his attention zone in again, Arthur quickly moved to lie down on his back. Alfred knelt above hm, knees on either side of his waist. "Do you want it?"

Arthur tried to steady himself as he processed what he was seeing. Alfred, ruffled and poised above him like that, looking like something straight out of a wet dream. It was almost too much for him to take. "Yes."

"Then beg."

Arthur felt his mind whirl. He couldn't quite meet Alfred's gaze, but he felt the need inside of him growing. He had to preserve some dignity. "Please."

"You can do better than that. I said— beg."

Pride still urged Arthur to stand first, but the desire he felt was stronger, too strong to ignore. "Please... Please. I want it. I need it. I'd do anything. Please."