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(Usuk)

Arthur had to admit the truth. The very harsh truth.Although he and Alfred had been together for years now and they were still very happy... Arthur was getting quite bored of their sexual life.

It was always the same thing. Yes, there were various, different, positions, but, for a nation as old as England things were becoming a bit... repetitive. Sure he still loved when they fucked, but... It was lacking that initial ecstasy and energy they used to have.

It was... too vanilla. Too bland.

Arthur had a few ideas in mind to spice up their sex life, but he didn't know how Alfred would react, so he had kept those ideas to himself.

However, he was slowly, but surely, reaching its patience limit with this monotonous love life.

Oh, he would love to talk to Alfred about the secret trunk in his basement, full of fun things to use— But he had restrained himself. Mainly because it embarrassed him a bit, and also because he feared how Alfred would react to it.

Alfred didn't seem like the type to be a pervert like Arthur was...

"Fuck—"

Arthur sighed frustratingly as Alfred thrusted firmly into him. They were face to face, missionary position, overused position as he mostly called it now.

His legs tightened around the American's hips and his hands skilfully grabbed his own cock, pumping it leisurely.

And then Alfred stopped, still buried balls deep in him. Arthur arched an eyebrow, stopping his hands too; he stared up at the other.

"Yes?" Arthur asked seeing as the American didn't ask anything but was unmoving.

"I dunno." Alfred shrugged, one of his hands moved from where it was positioned on the bed next to Arthur's head for support, and gently caressed his cheek.

Arthur's eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed, "Then why did you stop?" Oh, Arthur knew why, but he asked either way.

"You want to say something," Alfred stated and lightly pinched his cheek.

Arthur scowled; of course he would notice that. Yet, Arthur was still vehemently going to deny anything and everything, "I do not want to say anything."

Alfred rolled his eyes and Arthur glared at him, "Yes, you do," He spoke as if he was talking with a petulant child, "C'mon, Artie, what's up?" He asked cheekily, rocking his hips a little.

Arthur stifled a moan as Alfred hit his prostate, "N-Nothing, git! Bloody move it or I'm moving!"

"Fine," That said, the American slumped down on the Brit, pinning him to the bed, "We're not moving from here until you talk to me."

The nerve of the damn brat!

"Alright, alright, I'll say it!" Might as well get it over with, who knows, maybe he'll get good use of his toys in the next round of sex... "But, you have keep moving."

The American did so, lifting himself and using his hands to steady himself on the bed before he started to slowly move. Arthur shivered a bit, his back arching slightly, as he slowly put his hands to use again.

"I..." Arthur averted his eyes to the side. Bad (good) idea. Now he was looking at the mirror, seeing himself and Alfred having sex, and he would be lying if he said that seeing himself in the mirror having sex with Alfred didn't turn him on a little. A blush rose to his cheeks.

He shook his head and this time looked up, to the ceiling. Alfred gave a rough thrust signalling that he was waiting, and Arthur moaned, if only the American would be rougher every time...

"I just— I think our sex life is a bit..." Alfred started to slow down and Arthur intentionally rocked his own hips up in warning, "...bland." The American sped up his pace.

Arthur didn't want to look to Alfred's face so he just kept staring at the ceiling. What a nice ceiling he had.

"Arthur, you're saying our sex life is too boring?" He heard Alfred ask and nodded, "Mm... Well, you're right."

Arthur looked at him wide-eyed; his hands stopped moving again although Alfred continued thrusting into him. He definitely had not been expecting that answer.

"I admit that I was— am, finding it boring, so, yeah, if you have any ideas, shoot." Arthur gaped and Alfred chuckled, "I was kinda scared to tell you that, so it's great you said it first!" And the American laughed.

"You bloody git!" Here he had been worried and Alfred had felt the same way too! He could have put his toys to use earlier, why did he have to be so embarrassed! Gods, what a disaster...

But... Now that that was out of the way...

"Well, I do have a trunk in my basement full of fun things I would like to try." Again was left unsaid, but Arthur had a feeling Alfred knew.

Alfred hadn't been his first bed partner of course; he had been a pirate, for God's sake!

"Okay..." Alfred eyed him warily, but said no more. Instead, he started to thrust harder into Arthur.

The Brit sighed in bliss. The harder and rougher the better in his opinion... Although, it still was too boring, even now with the promise of something more fun next time.

Well, good things came to those who waited. Arthur could manage a boring round of sex for another full of fun later.

Oddly enough, they talked about random things from what would be for dinner to when would be the next world meeting (asked by Alfred who was then hit on the head by Arthur), until they finally reached their limit and came.

Alfred flopped down next to Arthur on the bed tiredly. After a few moments of silence in which only their breathing was heard as they tried to regulate it again, the American spoke:

"That took longer than I expected..." Alfred commented offhandedly and Arthur scowled at him before standing up and darting for the bathroom.

"I'm off to take a bath. Do something about these sheets; I'm not sleeping on them like this tonight."

"Aye, aye, Captain." Was the mocking response and Arthur rolled his eyes as he closed the bathroom's door behind him.

Oh, Arthur was going to use this bath to think about all the fun things they were going to do next time. Definitely.

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