The Way Things Are (UKUS)

Departure

"Ah!~ A-Arthur!~ Arthur, yes!~ M-more, more!~" I arched my back against the back of the bathtub as Arthur breathed in pants against my ear, rolling his hips down against mine.

Every ounce of my being clung to him, mind, body, and soul. Who knows when he'll be back after he leaves me again. I clutched to his back like my life depended on it, feeling the muscles on it work as he worked his body into mine. My hand burrowed and tangled into his dampened locks as I groaned into his shoulder.

"That's it, love~ Nngh~ Lift your hips a little more, alright?~" He cooed into my ear. His voice was breathy and uneven as he made love to me, urging me to follow his instructions with a gentle rock forward. With practiced precision, he struck just the right spot inside me and I instinctively tossed my head back. I would have hit my head but Arthur knows my every move, he always has. His arm jerked out and caught behind my cranium, cushioning the blow. "Careful, careful~" he exhaled before berating my neck with heated kisses.

Water sloshed over the sides of the tub and pooled on the floor, splashed in rhythmic waves against our skin. His thrusts were desperate and needy, matching my movements in emotion. I embraced him just a little closer as I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my hips to meet his thrusting halfway just as he'd asked. I felt my stomach coiling, the pressure building as I got closer to my climax.

"Arthur!~ Arthur, I-I'm close- ahh!~ So close!~" my voice sounded far away in my own ears as I moaned wantonly for this man. The man whom had raised me, whom had destroyed me, whom had rebuilt me and cared for me. How did it come to this? I remember my first time with him....but I preferred not to.

These thoughts coursed through my mind as I felt Arthur tilt my face up to look at him, "Open your eyes, darling~ Let me see you...." I opened my eyes slightly but immediately shut them again once I felt his hand wrap around my thick, swollen member. He began pumping the shaft, his thumb circling my tip a bit as he nipped at my jawline, chuckling, "Keep them open, sweetheart~ Look at me- mmm~"

I slid my eyelids up like curtains on a stage, slowly and dramatically as my crystal clear vision focused on the sparkling emerald eyes that matched mine in lust but held something deeper than what I was feeling. It was undeniably love....and that almost made me want to push him away, to tell him to get out of my life forever. How can you truly be in love with me, Arthur Kirkland? You leave me here for months, you don't let me expand and explore even just my own land....and yet here we are, sloshing water over the sides of my tub in a passionate endeavour.

"O-oh!~ I'm cuming!~ Nngh-" My back arched once again as I thrusted my length into his tight hand, my mind was dizzy with want and I wasn't able to differentiate between love and lust anymore. At this moment, I undoubtedly loved the personification of England. My voice hit a higher pitch as I called out his name and shot my semen into his hand and against my chest. "ARTHUR!~~~"

"That's it~ My sweet darling~ Hnngh~ I'm almost there-" Arthur rode through my orgasm, pumping out every bit he could get out of me until I was spent, settling back against the cool ceramic as he had his way with me.

His hands held me gently as he came to his end. His hips banged against mine as he rutted more and more sporadically in an uneven pattern until he was burying his face against my shoulder and calling out my name in the heat of his climax, "Mmmph!~ Alfmm- Alfremmm!~~~"

He shot his seed inside me, he always came inside. He never asked if that's how I wanted it, it was just something he did. I remember asking him about it once and he had told me that it "just felt more intimate that way", whatever that means. When he finally came down from the high of sex, he pulled away from my shoulder to lovingly kiss my lips as he began to grow soft inside me.

Every thing seemed to happen so fast after our indulgence in each other. He helped me clean off and was sure to get me out of the bath before he swiftly dressed himself. By the time I had my bathrobe on, he was already prepared to leave for the airport.

"Don't....don't you want me to see you off?" I asked but he only smiled and shook his head.

"It's best that you stay home and rest. I'm sure you're aching a bit. Besides, it only grieves my heart to see you looking so forlorn at the airport after I go," He picked up his luggage and pulled me close to kiss affectionately on my lips, "it's better that I leave with this memory of you rather than a sad one. I love you, Alfred. Take care until I come back to you, love."

And just like that, he disappeared again. And I realised I never said I loved him back.