[Fanfiction] Primroses & Daisies
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deegeeakTitle: Primroses & Daises
Characters/Pairing: England/America
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Shota.
Summary: De-Anon from Kink-Meme. England attempts to take America into the British Empire, but America's a bit too small.
There few laws Nations had to obey. Secrecy was one - money another.
Arthur Kirkland was never more glad of the law governing Colonies and Conquered Nations then right now. Colonies were for *use*, their lands and resources given to their ruler. Once bound to a nation, a colony was expected to be used in every way. It was the way of things.
Arthur groaned and his hips lifted slightly further into Alfred's mouth. Saliva dripped down the boy's chin as he sucked, trying to fit as much as he could into his mouth. Little moans escape around the pert mouth, and two small, oh so small, hands wrapped around most of Arthur's cock, jerking up and down.
"Mmngh,"slurped the colony. Wet noises echoed as the lad kept sucking and slurping his colonizer.
Arthur slammed his head back at the noise. He'd formally taken the lad into the British Empire today, in front of the King, binding the boy to him with law and magic. Now he was consummating that bond - and Alfred's enthusiastic response only fed the heat pooling in his gut.
"Lad," he croaked. "Lad, get up here."
Alfred pouted but obeyed quickly enough, giving one last lick. Bright blue eyes watched Arthur intently. "Hands and knees," he ordered, reaching for the oil he'd placed on the bed side table earlier that day.
"Are we having sex now," Alfred wanted to know as the skinny, barely pre-teenage body squirmed on the bed. A part of Arthur was highly gratified to note that the lad was enjoying this by the looks of things. He wasn't sure what he'd do if Alfred wasn't.
His hands shook with eagerness as he poured oil on his fingers. "Spread a bit lad, let me at you." For a second he feared Alfred would balk at the order and he'd have to tie the lad down. There was no reason for it, he'd been preparing the lad for this for decades, telling him how to stretch himself, and giving him a mold to practice on. He'd discussed it in detail what was expected of the lad, and while he would one day enjoy thoroughly dominating the American, he was hoping for this to be less harsh for this first time.
Alfred's head dropped and he shakily spread those skinny little thighs. Arthur could just make out the burning red blush making it's way down Alfred's body. Oh thank god in heaven.
"Good boy," he breathed.
One finger traced down the shadowed valley between pale cheeks and stroked over the virgin territory. Virgin for not much longer Arthur thought smugly. Let all others try as they might - Arthur would have Alfred this night, be his first, and bind him so close that no one else, not even if he was to lose him, be able to get as close.
"Breathe for me," and he slowly pushed the finger inside, drinking in the keening noise bubbling up from Alfred's throat. He frowned suddenly. The boy was tight - too tight with just one finger. "Lad, have you been doing your exercise?"
He didn't want to hurt the colony - he didn't want to have the lad afraid of him like he had been of Rome.
"Ow! Yessssss? Arthur, it hurts!" Alfred wailed into the pillow, his body tight and tense in pain. "Arthur!"
Arthur pulled out, stroking the shaking back gently. Alfred could be a virgin after tonight, he knew that. Doing so would mean the still fledgling colony was up for grabs - and he did not intend to share Alfred (and by extension, America) with anyone. "There, there," Arthur breathed, pulling the boy back into his arms to offer what comfort he could.
What in the bloody hell was he going to do now? He couldn't force his way in without hurting Alfred, permanently perhaps. At the very least the boy would never tolerate him in his bed again if he did that. If he didn't do something, he risked all of Europe trying to claim the boy.
They laid on top of the bed for a few moments, Arthur fighting for his breath and wrestling with his control. Alfred would be so tight, so exquisitely tight around him, and the squirming...he closed his eyes and gulped, hands tightening on the young colony. Alfred buried his head in Arthur's chest and whimpered, still hurting.
"Arthur," he whined. "It hurts, why does it hurt so much?"
"Shhh," Arthur murmured into the blond hair. His mind was working at light's speed, trying to figure out an answer to his dilemma. He needed to be inside the lad - or rather his cum needed to be eventually. If he couldn't enter the boy...
Wait. He didn't have to - just his cum. He could - could he?
"Alfred, lad, do you trust me," he asked the shaking colony softly.
Alfred looked up through the blond bangs at him, blue eyes gleaming wetly. "It's my fault," he whispered, "it's all my fault isn't it?"
"Oh luv, it's not your fault Alfred." Arthur felt the world's greatest arsehole for Alfred thinking it was his fault this was going badly. "You're just young is all."
Alfred's voice was very small, and Arthur could feel how young Alfred was when he spoke. "Oh."
"Lad, up on my lap." If he was right about the magic, he only needed to ensure Alfred had a bit of him inside him. The rest would work itself out.
Alfred blinked, not sure what was going on. All his life he'd been preparing for this moment. The little toys, lessons in the evenings, he'd known from the time he chose Arthur, chosen England, what would be expected of him one day. He'd be in Arthur's bed, an obedient colony, serving the British Empire's every need and desire. But how could he do that when even a finger hurt? He straddled his colonial master, childish legs spread over Arthur's wider, adult hips. The thick, strong heat of Arthur's cock burned on his sore ass.
"Arthur?"
A big hand, sea-worn and callused, rubbed up and down his back. "Just like this luv. Just like this. You know how to ride a horse right?"
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Of course I do! You taught me remember?" The memory of warm days in the stable learning to ride, then after riding lessons, time spent curled up with Arthur learning where to touch him and how to touch.
Arthur smiled. "Ride away then." He drizzled more oil down the boy's back and thrust up even as the boy thrust down. A thick, wet squelch sounded and Alfred jerked, thighs tightening, startled by the noise.
"Hnng," Arthur groaned at the pressure.
"Ar-Arthur?"
"Keep going," Arthur ground out. "Just like that lad, keep it like that."
Alfred rose and fell with the movements of his hips, grinding down onto Arthur. Small, hands, not yet fully formed pressed down onto this chest to better brace a thin, small body. Skin slapped against skin, lubricated by a mess of oil and bodily fluids. The bedroom they were lying in was dark and hot - and was amplifying the sounds Alfred was making above him. Small, little whimpers drifted down to him - the sound of a colony serving it's master.
Arthur had no idea how long it had been since they started again, only that the heat in his gut was tighting with every wet, squelching sound Alfred made, till suddenly, it all spiraled, it wasn't enough anymore and he grabbed the colony and flipped them both.
Alfred yelled out at that - fear? He wasn't sure, too wound up in grinding his aching erection into the soft skin of the small colony. "Aaaah!"
"Hnghh." Arthur groaned, finally feeling himself peak. Alfred was so small, even like this, the lad's head didn't even reach his chin. He flopped over to the side not wanting to crush the colony beneath the bulk of the British Empire.
A quiet, soft noise came from beside him. Alfred looked shocked, blue eyes wide. "A'hur?"
Alfred hadn't called him that since he was a wee babe. He knew he ought to be alarmed that Alfred had slipped into habits not seen or heard for nigh a hundred years, but the sheer satisfaction of finally being able to mark his colony, all his and only his, forever his was more important.
That's right. He had one last thing to do before this was done and sealed. He reached over to the colony and half pulled him on top of Arthur's prone body again. Alfred still looked shocky and nervous as Arthur ran his hands up the thin little thighs, collecting as much of the thick, white fluid as he could.
"Are you my colony," he whispered gently. This would have to be done gently, with care if he wanted to keep Alfred with him.
Alfred nodded slowly.
"Good boy."
Alfred beamed. Such a simple thing to cause such a brilliant reaction.
He stroked over the cleft, taking care to not push in quite yet. He had an idea.
"Do you want to be an even better boy, Alfred," he asked, keeping up his gentle strokes. He could feel the clenching and unclenching as his finger ran over the skin. He didn't want Alfred to fear him, so this would be an acceptable compromise - at least till the colony was physically more mature.
Alfred slowly nodded.
Arthur smiled back - a hungry wolf to Alfred's little rabbit. "Remember your lessons and exercise?" Without waiting for a response, he leaned up to whisper in a small ear.
"I want you to show me. Show me how much of me you can push into yourself."
He shivered as the lad slowly turned around and crouched, spreading his legs a bit to show Arthur what he'd be taking - and doing a lot of taking - int he future.
Alfred's small hand made it's way down, and Arthur nearly died, as the lad used his own fluids to lubricate his fingers. One small finger inched it's way in, followed by a second. He could barely make it out, but he could see a small hand taking as much of Arthur's as could fit before returning to that untouched territory.
He shook with a sudden surge of want as Alfred pressed Arthur into himself. Alfred was smearing Arthur inside of him. Thick noises oozed from where the lad was crouched over Arthur's hips and he couldn't resist the temptation.
"Scoot back lad, just a bit, there's a good lad."
Alfred was positioned perfectly for going back to the task he's first started on - sucking on Arthur. The British Empire lay back, and relaxed. His most beloved colony was truly a unique gem in the crown of England. The colony of America was eagerly rocking back and forth on small fingers, intently smearing what was left of Arthur's earlier orgasm inside of his small hole, all the while, frantically suckling on Arthur.
"Ahh, that's a love. Right like that, oh you are a good lad, such a sweet lad."
Surely, he thought fuzzily, the visual pleasure and physical pleasure blurring together, this was enough to satisfy the bonds between Nation and Colony.
Characters/Pairing: England/America
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Shota.
Summary: De-Anon from Kink-Meme. England attempts to take America into the British Empire, but America's a bit too small.
There few laws Nations had to obey. Secrecy was one - money another.
Arthur Kirkland was never more glad of the law governing Colonies and Conquered Nations then right now. Colonies were for *use*, their lands and resources given to their ruler. Once bound to a nation, a colony was expected to be used in every way. It was the way of things.
Arthur groaned and his hips lifted slightly further into Alfred's mouth. Saliva dripped down the boy's chin as he sucked, trying to fit as much as he could into his mouth. Little moans escape around the pert mouth, and two small, oh so small, hands wrapped around most of Arthur's cock, jerking up and down.
"Mmngh,"slurped the colony. Wet noises echoed as the lad kept sucking and slurping his colonizer.
Arthur slammed his head back at the noise. He'd formally taken the lad into the British Empire today, in front of the King, binding the boy to him with law and magic. Now he was consummating that bond - and Alfred's enthusiastic response only fed the heat pooling in his gut.
"Lad," he croaked. "Lad, get up here."
Alfred pouted but obeyed quickly enough, giving one last lick. Bright blue eyes watched Arthur intently. "Hands and knees," he ordered, reaching for the oil he'd placed on the bed side table earlier that day.
"Are we having sex now," Alfred wanted to know as the skinny, barely pre-teenage body squirmed on the bed. A part of Arthur was highly gratified to note that the lad was enjoying this by the looks of things. He wasn't sure what he'd do if Alfred wasn't.
His hands shook with eagerness as he poured oil on his fingers. "Spread a bit lad, let me at you." For a second he feared Alfred would balk at the order and he'd have to tie the lad down. There was no reason for it, he'd been preparing the lad for this for decades, telling him how to stretch himself, and giving him a mold to practice on. He'd discussed it in detail what was expected of the lad, and while he would one day enjoy thoroughly dominating the American, he was hoping for this to be less harsh for this first time.
Alfred's head dropped and he shakily spread those skinny little thighs. Arthur could just make out the burning red blush making it's way down Alfred's body. Oh thank god in heaven.
"Good boy," he breathed.
One finger traced down the shadowed valley between pale cheeks and stroked over the virgin territory. Virgin for not much longer Arthur thought smugly. Let all others try as they might - Arthur would have Alfred this night, be his first, and bind him so close that no one else, not even if he was to lose him, be able to get as close.
"Breathe for me," and he slowly pushed the finger inside, drinking in the keening noise bubbling up from Alfred's throat. He frowned suddenly. The boy was tight - too tight with just one finger. "Lad, have you been doing your exercise?"
He didn't want to hurt the colony - he didn't want to have the lad afraid of him like he had been of Rome.
"Ow! Yessssss? Arthur, it hurts!" Alfred wailed into the pillow, his body tight and tense in pain. "Arthur!"
Arthur pulled out, stroking the shaking back gently. Alfred could be a virgin after tonight, he knew that. Doing so would mean the still fledgling colony was up for grabs - and he did not intend to share Alfred (and by extension, America) with anyone. "There, there," Arthur breathed, pulling the boy back into his arms to offer what comfort he could.
What in the bloody hell was he going to do now? He couldn't force his way in without hurting Alfred, permanently perhaps. At the very least the boy would never tolerate him in his bed again if he did that. If he didn't do something, he risked all of Europe trying to claim the boy.
They laid on top of the bed for a few moments, Arthur fighting for his breath and wrestling with his control. Alfred would be so tight, so exquisitely tight around him, and the squirming...he closed his eyes and gulped, hands tightening on the young colony. Alfred buried his head in Arthur's chest and whimpered, still hurting.
"Arthur," he whined. "It hurts, why does it hurt so much?"
"Shhh," Arthur murmured into the blond hair. His mind was working at light's speed, trying to figure out an answer to his dilemma. He needed to be inside the lad - or rather his cum needed to be eventually. If he couldn't enter the boy...
Wait. He didn't have to - just his cum. He could - could he?
"Alfred, lad, do you trust me," he asked the shaking colony softly.
Alfred looked up through the blond bangs at him, blue eyes gleaming wetly. "It's my fault," he whispered, "it's all my fault isn't it?"
"Oh luv, it's not your fault Alfred." Arthur felt the world's greatest arsehole for Alfred thinking it was his fault this was going badly. "You're just young is all."
Alfred's voice was very small, and Arthur could feel how young Alfred was when he spoke. "Oh."
"Lad, up on my lap." If he was right about the magic, he only needed to ensure Alfred had a bit of him inside him. The rest would work itself out.
Alfred blinked, not sure what was going on. All his life he'd been preparing for this moment. The little toys, lessons in the evenings, he'd known from the time he chose Arthur, chosen England, what would be expected of him one day. He'd be in Arthur's bed, an obedient colony, serving the British Empire's every need and desire. But how could he do that when even a finger hurt? He straddled his colonial master, childish legs spread over Arthur's wider, adult hips. The thick, strong heat of Arthur's cock burned on his sore ass.
"Arthur?"
A big hand, sea-worn and callused, rubbed up and down his back. "Just like this luv. Just like this. You know how to ride a horse right?"
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Of course I do! You taught me remember?" The memory of warm days in the stable learning to ride, then after riding lessons, time spent curled up with Arthur learning where to touch him and how to touch.
Arthur smiled. "Ride away then." He drizzled more oil down the boy's back and thrust up even as the boy thrust down. A thick, wet squelch sounded and Alfred jerked, thighs tightening, startled by the noise.
"Hnng," Arthur groaned at the pressure.
"Ar-Arthur?"
"Keep going," Arthur ground out. "Just like that lad, keep it like that."
Alfred rose and fell with the movements of his hips, grinding down onto Arthur. Small, hands, not yet fully formed pressed down onto this chest to better brace a thin, small body. Skin slapped against skin, lubricated by a mess of oil and bodily fluids. The bedroom they were lying in was dark and hot - and was amplifying the sounds Alfred was making above him. Small, little whimpers drifted down to him - the sound of a colony serving it's master.
Arthur had no idea how long it had been since they started again, only that the heat in his gut was tighting with every wet, squelching sound Alfred made, till suddenly, it all spiraled, it wasn't enough anymore and he grabbed the colony and flipped them both.
Alfred yelled out at that - fear? He wasn't sure, too wound up in grinding his aching erection into the soft skin of the small colony. "Aaaah!"
"Hnghh." Arthur groaned, finally feeling himself peak. Alfred was so small, even like this, the lad's head didn't even reach his chin. He flopped over to the side not wanting to crush the colony beneath the bulk of the British Empire.
A quiet, soft noise came from beside him. Alfred looked shocked, blue eyes wide. "A'hur?"
Alfred hadn't called him that since he was a wee babe. He knew he ought to be alarmed that Alfred had slipped into habits not seen or heard for nigh a hundred years, but the sheer satisfaction of finally being able to mark his colony, all his and only his, forever his was more important.
That's right. He had one last thing to do before this was done and sealed. He reached over to the colony and half pulled him on top of Arthur's prone body again. Alfred still looked shocky and nervous as Arthur ran his hands up the thin little thighs, collecting as much of the thick, white fluid as he could.
"Are you my colony," he whispered gently. This would have to be done gently, with care if he wanted to keep Alfred with him.
Alfred nodded slowly.
"Good boy."
Alfred beamed. Such a simple thing to cause such a brilliant reaction.
He stroked over the cleft, taking care to not push in quite yet. He had an idea.
"Do you want to be an even better boy, Alfred," he asked, keeping up his gentle strokes. He could feel the clenching and unclenching as his finger ran over the skin. He didn't want Alfred to fear him, so this would be an acceptable compromise - at least till the colony was physically more mature.
Alfred slowly nodded.
Arthur smiled back - a hungry wolf to Alfred's little rabbit. "Remember your lessons and exercise?" Without waiting for a response, he leaned up to whisper in a small ear.
"I want you to show me. Show me how much of me you can push into yourself."
He shivered as the lad slowly turned around and crouched, spreading his legs a bit to show Arthur what he'd be taking - and doing a lot of taking - int he future.
Alfred's small hand made it's way down, and Arthur nearly died, as the lad used his own fluids to lubricate his fingers. One small finger inched it's way in, followed by a second. He could barely make it out, but he could see a small hand taking as much of Arthur's as could fit before returning to that untouched territory.
He shook with a sudden surge of want as Alfred pressed Arthur into himself. Alfred was smearing Arthur inside of him. Thick noises oozed from where the lad was crouched over Arthur's hips and he couldn't resist the temptation.
"Scoot back lad, just a bit, there's a good lad."
Alfred was positioned perfectly for going back to the task he's first started on - sucking on Arthur. The British Empire lay back, and relaxed. His most beloved colony was truly a unique gem in the crown of England. The colony of America was eagerly rocking back and forth on small fingers, intently smearing what was left of Arthur's earlier orgasm inside of his small hole, all the while, frantically suckling on Arthur.
"Ahh, that's a love. Right like that, oh you are a good lad, such a sweet lad."
Surely, he thought fuzzily, the visual pleasure and physical pleasure blurring together, this was enough to satisfy the bonds between Nation and Colony.
