The Way Things Are (UKUS)

Longing

I sat alone in my New York flat, the heaviness from England's absence was suffocating. I craved his presence, yet I also somewhat despised it. My feelings for England had been twisted and unrecognizable since he'd beaten me down over two hundred years ago. He was my only friend.....because he was the only friend he allowed me to have. He was paranoid about me getting too close to anyone because he wanted to be my one and only. Arthur had told me all this many times.

I stood to make myself some tea. I don't really know why I continued to drink this bitter stuff but I suppose it was just out of habit now. My body ached from the exertion I'd been put through while Arthur had been with me. He tried to be gentle, I know, but I wish he'd let me be on top more often. There had been a few times, I blush at their memory, but he had allowed me to be in charge....to dominate him. But those times were few and far between and I felt the need to have that feeling of dominance growing. The more I thought about it, the more I started to fantasize about it. Roughly kissing Arthur as I pushed him onto the bed as he'd done so many times to me. Stripping him of his clothing, perhaps even tearing them off. Rocking him against the headboard for hours and hours- Hey, I know it's unrealistic to think I'd last that long but I can dream! Or even being more lewd with him. Waiting stealthily outside one of those World Meetings he's always having to attend. He would be the last one in the room, gathering his papers, and I'd slide in....locking the door behind me~ I'd take him by surprise, kissing his neck as I bend him over the long table and slip his pants down to his knees. Giving it to him hard and fast and perhaps even getting caught by one of the others!~ It was all too good.

"Arthur...." I breathed out, rubbing my hand over the front of my robe where I was starting to harden. I looked towards the stove but the kettle still had a ways to go before it was steaming. I headed to my room, briefly, to grab my handy box of tissues and bottle of lotion before heading back out and taking a seat in my armchair. I wasn't wearing anything underneath my blue bathrobe, so I undid the sash that held it together and spread my legs a bit to get comfortable.

A few pumps of lotion into my hand and a few slow strokes on my cock and I was fully erect. I fondled my tip, drawing this out as I closed my eyes to fantasize about England. As my thumb swiped over that sensitive slit, I began picturing Arthur....lying beneath me. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth open, panting like a pup in heat, as I thrusted into him.

"Yessss~" I hissed out as I began stroking myself, faster and faster. I imagined him calling out wantonly for me just as I had done so many times under him. My hand moved in quick, nimble strokes as I bucked my hips into my hand. I had my eyes squeezed shut in concentrated pleasure, my own mouth hung open as I panted and moaned and imagined fucking England until he was mad with ecstasy, "Arthur~ Arthur!~ Take it!~ Nngh!~"

I arched my back against the cushions, bucking wildly as I pumped myself, rolling my hips for added friction and longing to feel the heat of England's hips against mine. My hand was nothing compared to the tight pressure of a lover. I arched again, my voice raising to the heavens as the tea kettle started whistling and I cried out, "ARTHUUUR!!~"

There was no need for me to pace myself or try to last long so I came pretty quickly, grabbing a tissue to absorb the semen I spilt out. My kettle was ready so I stood and disposed of my tissues before washing off my hands and pouring the hot water into a teapot over some leaves.

As I waited for the tea leaves to seep, I wondered if Arthur was having a safe flight. I wondered when he would return and I hoped it would be soon.....or else I might try finding someone else to satisfy my needs.