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The janitor's room smelled of chemicals and sex.
“Fuck, Alfred,” Arthur hissed, grabbing a fistful of Alfred’s hair and pushing into his mouth. Alfred choked a little bit as Arthur’s length hit the back of his throat, whimpering as tears pricked his eyes. He took a sharp inhale through his nose and paused as he glared up at the older man.
“I’m sorry, darling,” Arthur said with a little chuckle, smiling carelessly, cheeks flushed and eyes alight with pleasure. “Carry on, then.”
Alfred pushed himself off of Arthur’s cock without breaking his icy stare, wiping the drool from his lips and chin with the back of his hand. “I told you not to do that.” Alfred scolded, catching his breath and feeling filthy with all the drool on his face. Arthur only shrugged and continued to smile.
“I know, I’m sorry. You’re just a bloody good lover.”
A typical response.
Alfred scoffed and rolled his eyes, bitterly thinking that flattery wouldn’t get Arthur anywhere. Fuck that, the asshole didn’t deserve to come.
And yet Alfred gave the underside of Arthur’s saliva-slicked cock a languid lick, almost as if he was rewarding Arthur for bad behaviour. Arthur moaned again and threw his head back, a thud sounding in the small room and indicating that he had hit the wall. Alfred hoped it hurt, because Arthur was being a bastard again, after all.
As much as Alfred didn’t want to, however, he still very much felt gratified by Arthur’s reaction and swirled his tongue around Arthur’s cockhead, lapping at his sensitive slit and licking away the precum. He left trails of wet kisses and sucked along Arthur’s length, and he let one of his hands firmly grip Arthur’s slender hips, making circles on the exposed skin with his thumb. Alfred used his other hand to fondle Arthur’s balls, and Arthur gasped and jerked, but Alfred’s grip was firm. He gently sucked the base of Arthur’s cock and worked his way down to his balls, blowing on Arthur’s arousal with his nose. Alfred took his sweet time teasing and worshipping Arthur with lips, fingers, teeth and tongue, hatefully enjoying the desperate twitch of Arthur’s cock against his face and the way his precum smeared on his cheeks and already wet chin.
Arthur’s grip on Alfred’s hair tightened to the point that it nearly hurt as he let out a beautiful sob, barely managing to hold himself up. Although Alfred couldn’t see Arthur’s face, he just knew that the man’s delicious mouth was agape, lips bruised and red from biting them. “Fuck me,” Arthur breathed, writhing hips with need as Alfred tightened his grip on them, “You’re so good.”
Alfred wanted to be a smartass and quip at him, but he instead opted to once again swallow and resume sucking Arthur’s hard cock the way he liked, annoyed with himself for being pleased with such sub-par praise. He eagerly bobbed his head on Arthur’s length, the older man’s erotic sounds and whispers only encouraging him as he shut his eyes, palming his own bulge and betraying his thoughts of despising his current situation. He sucked in a breath through his nose as he slowly swallowed Arthur’s cock until the tip reached the back of his throat, controlling his gag reflex. He groaned, knowing Arthur loved the vibrations.
Arthur made a choked sound and gripped the back of Alfred’s head, harshly pulling him up then back down, thrusting rhythmically. This time, Alfred didn’t stop Arthur as he ruthlessly fucked Alfred’s mouth. Alfred’s jaw quickly went sore and lungs were burning, but he didn’t stop Arthur at all.
“Don’t...don’t you dare fucking bite,” Arthur grunted out amidst his laboured breaths and obscene groans. Alfred made a strangled noise as a reply, feeling warm tears stream down his cheeks. Arthur was being rough, more than usual, and it hurt.
Worse, Alfred far from hated it.
Fantasising about Arthur prior to getting together with him always involved Alfred’s cock in Arthur’s holes. Sometimes he had entertained the thought of it being the other way around, but even then Alfred had imagined that he more or less had control over the situation. He was bigger, stronger, and more powerful, after all. It only made sense to him.
And Alfred did enjoy it, whatever they had going on. He was certain that there was nothing quite as pleasurable as being used as Arthur’s mere sex object, helpless and ready to be plundered and played with however Arthur pleased.
But to like it was another thing entirely.
It actually messed with Alfred’s head big time.
Alfred was sure that he knew what he liked for himself, and this newfound source of satisfaction certainly didn’t align with any of them. He liked being on top of things. He liked being in control. He liked being powerful. He liked being recognised as number one, the big guy, the strong one, the boss. He was the future of W.J. Industries, after all.
But when it came to sex, god, did Alfred’s body love being nothing more than Arthur’s thing , and did his ego abhor it.
Arthur came in Alfred’s mouth without warning, hardly muffling his orgasm-induced groan by clasping a hand over his mouth as he jerked his hips one last time before going limp against the wall, pumping his seed into Alfred’s throat. Alfred instinctively swallowed the warm cum before he released Arthur’s wet cock, liberally cleaning the mess with his tongue and milking his lover dry with a few final pumps, catching the remaining salty white fluids with an open mouth. He then licked his lips and tried to convince himself that he did it to clear any evidence of their activities rather than simply being a slut for Arthur’s cum.
Arthur watched him the whole time with an adoring smile, still red, breathing heavily and properly satisfied. Arthur reached over to caress Alfred’s flushed, tear-stained cheek, and he shuddered.
“You missed a spot.” Arthur mused, swiping his thumb on the corner of Alfred’s lips. Alfred glared, though he obediently cleaned Arthur’s thumb up. “Lovely.” He breathed sweetly.
Alfred got up from his aching knees, glad to finally tower over Arthur again. “Fuck you.” He said fiercely, sniffing and massaging his sore jaw.
Arthur was unfazed; in fact, he threw his head back as he laughed, fixing his glasses that had gone askew and pulling his pants up. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he teased, stumbling forward and palming Alfred’s hard cock through his slacks after properly dressing himself. Alfred hastily slapped Arthur’s hand away, pouting. The older man rolled his eyes.
“What is it now?” Arthur asked, looking annoyed. “You’re more irritated than usual.”
Alfred grit his teeth. The audacity .
“Dude. We were in the middle of a meeting. Dad wanted me to stay and listen, and for once I was .” Alfred stated, his irritation not waning in the slightest when Arthur raised an eyebrow at him - a non-verbal ‘so what?’. Alfred flushed; he really sometimes did feel older than Arthur when it came to sex.
“You say that as if you’d been listening, dude .” Arthur mocked, pulling out a napkin from his blazer pocket and wiping the saliva from Alfred’s chin and cheeks. “Flirting with your father’s new secretary was hardly listening. I saved you from boredom, didn’t I?”
Alfred glared, feeling angry because Arthur technically wasn’t wrong, and feeling giddy because of Arthur’s simple gesture. “You just wanted to get your dick sucked.” Alfred grumbled, not quite catching Arthur’s annoyed expression.
“Oh, belt up, you petulant brat. You wanted to suck me off.” Arthur quipped, harshly grabbing Alfred’s cheeks with the hand holding the napkin and pulling him down so that their eyes were levelled. Alfred cringed, though he managed to maintain his combative expression. It hurt wherever Arthur did that, it really did, but it only made his cock pathetically throb with need, too. “I only said that I had to use the toilet, and you followed after me. Remember?” Arthur’s voice was venomous - and also very, very, very sexy.
Alfred swallowed, breathing shakily. Of course he remembered. “You looked at me like you wanted to get sucked off.” Alfred argued weakly, unable to think properly now that Arthur’s thigh was directly between his legs. Alfred’s bulge was hovering dangerously near.
“You didn’t have to follow after me. You’re still my boss, as you so like to lord over your daddy’s poor employees.” Arthur snarled, sounding and looking thoroughly exasperated with Alfred, save for the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “So why did you?”
Alfred stayed silent, glaring at Arthur, though he knew that that was the last thing he should have done. His silence was an answer in itself, and he should have known better.
“Because you like it when I fuck your mouth.”
The pace of Alfred’s heart quickened as his eyes darted elsewhere.
“You like it when I use you like a little whore.”
“I-I don’t...” Alfred mumbled, trying to push Arthur off, which he knew he could have easily done. He felt smaller under Arthur’s disbelieving gaze, and he felt himself shrink. “Not right now.” He mumbled.
“Oh please.” Arthur sneered, his other hand finding Alfred’s clothed erection. “Look at you, hard as a rock. What a whore.”
Alfred gasped, keening into his Arthur’s touch. “A-Arthur…”
“You like being called that, whore?” Arthur asked gruffly, applying more pressure as he started rubbing Alfred’s arousal. Alfred whimpered, shutting his eyes and doing whatever he could to avoid succumbing to Arthur’s teasing. He couldn’t let Arthur win; he didn’t deserve it. He had to think about other things, not Arthur. Not Arthur’s hand rubbing him and how good it felt, and definitely not how much Alfred wished Arthur just-
“How cute. Are you actually trying to wank yourself with my hand?”
Alfred cursed himself for not realising that he had already lost the battle, humping Arthur’s hand like an animal in heat.
Arthur chuckled. “You really do like being called a whore, don’t you? Never mind the time and place - you like it wherever and whenever.”
“No, I don’t!” Alfred cried, and yet he grounded himself a little harder on Arthur’s hand. He wasn’t supposed to like this, he kept repeating in his head, but he couldn’t stop himself either, gyrating his hips desperately and trying to get himself off.
Arthur abruptly pulled his hand off and stepped away from Alfred. He whimpered and looked up at Arthur, confused (and slightly betrayed), but the older man only smiled and hummed.
“Best stop, my love. Your trouser’s will get all filthy.”
“Fuck you.” Alfred repeated, voice hoarse and mind still trying to come back to its senses. He barely managed to resist the urge to finish off what Arthur had started right there and right now, but he knew that the asshole would only enjoy the show.
Arthur beamed. “I’ve been told.” He hummed to himself, fixing his appearance up. Impressively, he was able to look like he hadn’t gotten his mind blown from getting his dick sucked, save for the flush in his cheeks and blown pupils. God, Alfred hated how Arthur was able to do that so easily, though he knew that it was because Arthur hadn’t been the one to put in all the effort in the first place.
Arthur pulled the door open and stepped aside, extending his hand outside to the hallway. “After you,”
Alfred frowned at him, staying put.
Arthur laughed, “Go on, then. The meeting’s about to end soon, and you’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do. You wouldn’t want that pretty new secretary to see you all messed up now, would you?”
“Fuck you.” Alfred spat for the third time as he walked out the door, though not without a cheeky slap on his plump derriere. Despite glaring over at Arthur his shoulder, his heart pumped excitedly as he thought about the different ways Arthur would ravage him.
“Oh, yo, you’re here early!”
England slammed his laptop harder than what was necessary, feeling the blood drain from his face as he looked up at the blue-eyed country standing in front of him. Dammit, how did he not notice him come in?
“Wha-what do you mean?!” England sputtered out, feeling himself panic. “A gentleman’s never late, although I suppose you wouldn’t know that. You’re quite early, too, I must say, which is impressive for a lazy brat like you. And since I most certainly am not lazy, if you must know, I was doing work on my laptop before your fat arse decided to smother the peace and quiet while I was doing nothing but work on my laptop, so thank you for interrupting my work on my laptop, because that’s what I was doing on my laptop - work ! And before you ask, I’m not lying, I’m dreadfully busy and wouldn’t have the luxury to do anything other than work, because I love my job and wouldn’t even dream of doing anything distasteful on my work laptop!”
America stared at England, an unimpressed expression on his face.
Shit, he’d said too much.
England swallowed. He could still redeem himself, right? He gave America earfuls all the damn time, anyway, so why would this one be any different?
“Y’know, everyone knows you watch porn. You don’t have to pretend.”
England spluttered, but he didn’t even have the energy to argue, simply huffing and shaking his head. He was just relieved that America hadn’t mentioned anything about the characters. America would have had no way of knowing, anyways, since he shut his laptop just in time. England scooted his seat slightly farther away from America as he took his seat next to the older nation, who now had to cross his legs and push himself even closer to the table.
America shot him a charming smile, blissfully unaware. “So what kind were ya watching?”
“I wasn’t watching anything, you dolt.” England mumbled. America laughed.
“Reading doesn’t make it any different.”
England only glared. “I most definitely wasn’t reading porn.”
“Pfft, yeah right!”
England said nothing else, stuffing his laptop into his bag and opting to take a nap until everyone else arrived.
Perhaps he would dream about what would happen next for salaryman Arthur and the CEO’s golden boy Alfred, because it was true that England hadn’t been reading or writing porn.
He was, in fact, writing it.