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works/508120.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      America_(Hetalia)/England_(Hetalia), America_(Hetalia)/France_(Hetalia),
      UKUS_-_Relationship, frus
  Character:
      America_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), England_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-09 Words: 489
****** What Assuming Does ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     There he is, Alfred, his sweet, naive, innocent colony writhing on
     the bed.
There he is, Alfred, his sweet, naive, innocent colony writhing on the bed.
It's almost some kind of primitive dance as the boy's (because that's all he
is, a boy) body arches and snaps back down to the bed in the most exquisite
manner possible, rutting his hips into the mattress. He's whimpering and
panting and moaning and soaked in sex.
And Arthur can't take his eyes off of him.
To Arthur it's obvious by his movements that he's inexperienced, untaught, a
virgin. He's ignorant of his own body and how to fix the problem that he is so
persistently grinding into the bed. This of course sends a jolt of joy through
Arthur, knowing that no one had managed to get their dirty hands on his colony.
And when Alfred's breath hitches just the tiniest bit and he presses down just
a little harder, Arthur can't help but wonder what he is thinking about. Was he
to young to imagine anyone or was he merely acting on the impulses of puberty
and mindlessly trying to take care of his need?
Almost as if Alfred could hear his thought's he began to moan, calling out to
someone unseen, "Nghh, please, o-oh please!"
Arthur licked his lips, feeling himself grow harder.
"Yes-ah," The boy moans as his face grows even redder and skin saturates with
sweat. His thin fingers twist in the sheets, now soiled with perspiration and a
fair amount of precum now leaking from the tip of his member.
Palming at his own erection Arthur leans in closer, careful not to touch the
door. He wouldn't want to spook the boy out of his heat induced trance. He
watches with lusty eyes as a trembling hand finally goes to stroke at his cock,
almost on instinct, and tears prick at his boy's eyes.
"Ah yes-ugh, please, please," The boy chants as he moves to pump his slick
cock, hips still rocking forward but even wilder than before.
Arthur can tell he's close. His eyes are screwing tighter than before and
Arthur worries that he'll have to buy new sheets as sweaty hands rip at the
linens. But right now all he can focus on is those swollen lips, that perfectly
bowed back, that ass that was begging to be touched. The whole image was almost
enough to bring Arthur to completion himself.
"F-France."
And then his erection dies.
"P-please, France," He practically squeals and finally with one more twitch of
the hip, a twist of the wrist, he cums, ribbons of white coating his hand and
bedding beneath.
Like a fish out of water Alfred gasps for breath, quivering as he settled into
the mess of sheets. The thick consistency of silence, except for Alfred's
breathy panting, fills the room.
Arthur pulls away from the crack of the door, away from the sight of an
exhausted cherub. There was a certain Frenchman he had to exchange words with.
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