Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

23: What A Sling Can Handle

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mY bOyS bE nAuGhTy

Arthur's shirt was discarded to the floor in a fumble, Alfred wincing a bit. He didn't know how this was going to work out but he had to figure out something. Arthur was a lot hornier than he had expected so he couldn't leave his lover in the dust.

Arthur moved to undo his lover's pants, tugging them to the floor in a flurry of flying fabric.

Alfred quietly moaned as his hips met Arthur's, free arm wrapping around Arthur's waist. The smaller Brit bit his lip, and started to move his own hips as well.

Alfred grunted, annoyed with the tightness of his pants, which had begun to irritate him. Noticing this, Arthur grabbed them and tugged them off, causing a gasp and moan of relief from Alfred.

Their lips crashed together, and Arthur tugged at Alfred's hair as he loudly moaned against his lips, other arm resting on his shoulder.

Their hips moved harsher against each other, until they were panting and moaning from the ecstasy of it all. It all just felt so good.

Arthur wiggled his hips out of his boxers, biting his lip harshly once more as Alfred threw them across the room, smirk evident on his face.
Arthur only blushed and panted.

Alfred slowly pushed his now fully undressed boyfriend to the couch, his strong hand pushed against his chest with a smirk. Arthur's eyes were half-lidded, hips raising against the others with a small smile on his face.

Alfred leaned down, biting and sucking many parts of the Brit's otherwise pale skin. From his neck, moving lower to his chest, from there to his stomach and between his thighs.

Arthur moaned quietly, pleasely as the hormones that were overpowering his common sense that Alfred was hurt, completely thrown out the window.

"Alfred," Arthur drew out as he felt the warmth of his boyfriend's tongue encase him, causing his hips to shift and dip into the bed before raising again.

Alfred grunted, shaking his head before moving back again. His shoulder got smashed against the others bony hip. And that hurt like a bitch. Arthur noticed, eyes widening a bit. "I'm sorry," he blushed heavily, moving away from the other. "I'm so sorry."

Alfred looked down at his sling and shrugged his good shoulder. "I'm on so many meds right now." He chuckled. "I don't even feel it now." 

Arthur glared, his inhibitions being crushed as Alfred's lips pressed against his once more, and he was once more shoved to the couch.

"Alfred, this is going to hurt you." Arthur grumbled sternly. "You really shouldn't do this-" His voice cuts itself off with a loud and sudden moan, noticing Alfred's hand against his length, giving him gentle strokes.

"Alfred, Alfred," He moaned, just trying to make himself think past the undoubtable pleasure and think smartly.

"Look, I ain't gonna stop. You know how long it's been since I got anything?" Arthur fell silent.
"I'm doin' this. You're not going to stop me. Okay? And you know damn well you're going to enjoy it anyway."

Arthur huffed, crossing his arms.
"You can be grumpy if you wanna be." Alfred muttered, reaching over to his newly discarded jeans, pulling out a small container of lotion. He thought he'd had lube but evidently, he didn't.

The now serious and less jovial American dipped his index and middle finger into the lotion, beginning to apply the moisturizer to his member. Arthur sighed, slowly shaking his head. "Don't do that." He murmured, grabbing his shirt and wiping it off, causing his lover to moan.

"Why?" Alfred asks, seeing it as a waste of time and lotion. Two essential things apparently.
Arthur didn't say anything, slowly slithering in between the others large thighs, placing a hand on both, prying his legs apart.

At the sudden warmth around him, Alfred's eyes closed and he grunted, hips shifting forward so the warmth may envelop him more. The other moved quickly and harshly, a forever skillful tongue draping over the length in his mouth, coating Alfred with saliva.

When he tasted something that wasn't saliva, Arthur immediately pulled away, nothing to dismay. Alfred was panting, and his hips twitched back out of habit, and he had his bottom lip plump and red from being bit so harshly.

Arthur taking note of the others condition, he slowly made his way into his lover's lap. Realizing that that's the position Arthur decided, Alfred sat up against the couch's armrest. Sling and injured arm resting and completely comfortable.

Arthur couldn't help but smile a bit, running his hands through his hair. Slow, loving. He slowly slid back into the others lap, causing something of a soft gasp from the smaller Brit. The American reached for Arthur's hip, upset he couldn't grab both.

They both slowly began moving, mixed noises of moans, groans, or grunts being passed around the room by the pair, sweat beginning to form on both's skin. Arthur's face buried into the crook of Alfred's neck, Alfred's resting against the cheek of his lover, smiling against his cheek.

Alfred's hand raked through Arthur's hair, a bit rougher, tugging Arthur's lips onto his own, Arthur's voice raising to a shout as Alfred thrusted his hips into a particular and familiar place. Their lips moved in quick and desperation.

Arthur shouted once more as he brought himself and down roughly, his pants against Alfred's lips becoming something Alfred never wanted to end.

Alfred moaned against his boyfriend's lips, beginning to pant as well. The both had sweat gathering on their faces, and because of it their chests rubbing against each other felt odd, but at the same time they couldn't care less. Every odd feeling, every normally peculiar action intoxicating and feverish to them. They had to have them. The hair tugs, the screams. The trembling of Arthur's thighs, the groans of Alfred.

They lasted all night. Didn't stop. After they were done they would rest for a moment, only to start once more. Switch places, positions. Muscles cramping, stomachs growling to be fed at three in the morning. Heads hurting from hair tugs, asses bruised from slaps, body's bruised from the bites and the marks. It lasted all night. Until both of their voices were hoarse and they could barely move anymore. Which was until five in the morning, in which they fell asleep (or passed out), in each others arms.

This was Alfred's first day back. And he couldn't have had ended it in any other way.
And lamely, as they rested, about to fall asleep, Alfred tugged a weak but promising smile onto his face.

He grabbed his lover's left hand, gently kissing the top. Arthur acknowledged the ring Alfred had slipped onto his finger prior to Alfred being shot. They hadn't discussed it since.

"I still don't understand why you've put that on me." Arthur replied lowly to the Americans actions. Alfred grinned, looking down at his Brit.

"Don't you see it?" He asked. "Figured it woulda been obvious." He chuckles, gently massaging Arthur's hip, Arthur moving away from Alfred's sling.

"I suppose I don't understand it Alfred. What am I supposed to understand now, Darling? Surely you can tell me." Arthur coaxed.

"Plain and simple, black and white Doll. Imma marry ya." Alfred winked, seeing Arthur's emeralds of eyes widening. "You what?" He asked with surprise.

"I'm gonna marry you. I mean it's been long enough, don't cha think? At least I think so." Alfred shrugged.

Arthur was still in absolute shock, having to close his own jaw with his hand. "You- well." He trailed off. "Wanker! You're supposed to ask! There's ought to be something more than that!" Arthur huffed, looking away.

The sun slowly crept up, and Arthur wanted nothing more than to sleep in his bed. How dare Alfred ruin such a traditional moment with something like that.

"Oh- right! I see what ya mean. Arthur, wanna get married?" Alfred beamed, eyes dazzling with hope.
"God I bleeding hate you." Arthur facepalmed. "We'll talk about this in the morning. I'm sleeping now. It's five in the morning."

Alfred lay awake as Arthur softly snored in his arms, having fell asleep shortly after saying that.
"I'm taking that as a yes." He whispered to his future husband, looking down at the ring.