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Arthur shivered as he walked up the steps to a cabin at the edge of the woods in Boston. He was coming over for a visit to Alfred. He knocked twice as he reached the door.
The door slammed open. Alfred stood at the door with a grin.
“Come in! I also made some tea for you!” he almost shouted.
“Tea? That’s quite considerate.” Arthur came in and shut the door. He removed his coat and set it on a hanger. He hadn’t really expected Alfred to make tea.
As promised, a teacup was set on the table. They walked over, and Arthur took a sip of his tea. His face scrunched in disgust as he forced himself to swallow.
“Bloody hell, what is this?” he whispered in anger. “It tastes like warm bath water and liquid candy!”
“Huh? Don’t you like it?”
“It tastes horrendous.”
“Hey, come on. I’m making one for myself too.”
“I’d love to see how you made it.”
Alfred stood up and walked to the kitchen. He picked up a mug, filled it with tap water, and put a tea bag in it.
“I could help you with the kettle,” Arthur scoffed.
“Kettle? I don’t need that.”
“What?” Arthur said incredulously. “So you boil it on the stove in a pot?”
“Nah, I use the microwave.”
Arthur paled. “Don’t you dare. That’s why this is an abomination.”
Alfred just laughed as he set a teabag in and poured some milk in before throwing it in the microwave. The whole time Arthur stared, open-mouthed, growing paler and paler, but the second. Then, he got red with rage.
He stood up and walked to the kitchen, and before Alfred could get to the microwave, he held his hand firmly against his wrist.
“Hey, what are you doing?” America whined.
“That is not how you make tea.”
“Why do you care?”
“Tea must be made properly. First you boil water, steep it for four minutes, then add milk, honey, or sugar. Understood?" Arthur stepped forward to make a point, leaving Alfred with no way to back up since he was right in front of the sink.
“But what's wrong with the way I’m doing it? Can I get it out now?”
“You will never make such drinks again.”
“How will you control me anyway? It’s not like you can make me.”
“I will be able to make you.” Arthur’s lips curled into a smirk. Alfred stared back. His breath hitched as they realised how close they were to one another.
"No, you can’t. I’m stronger, remember?” With that, Alfred used all the strength he had and pulled free. The move left Arthur in such shock that Alfred had time to get ahold of his wrists with one strong hand before he could react.
Arthur gasped, having caught on to what was happening. "No, you will not. "I will—!" he tried desperately but was silenced as Alfred leaned in, the heat of his lips tickling his own.
Alfred closed the gap. He sighed as he felt the warm pair of lips. Alfred’s tongue pushed gently at his lips before he parted his mouth. Alfred gratefully slipped it in with a muffled groan as he moved his hand to Arthur’s hair. Arthur grabbed onto his collar and pulled away any distance between them. Alfred pulled away, only to start sucking and biting on his neck as he licked, eliciting sharp moans from
Arthur. He moved up and sucked on the spot behind his ear, causing a shaky inhale and more moans.
“A-alfred, I n-need more,” Arthur whispered between moans.
Obeying, Alfred swiftly started to unbutton Arthur’s shirt. He moved to leave kisses on his nipples before holding and twisting them. He left wet kisses down his navel while Arthur gasped and whined. His hands moved to undo Arthur’s belt before clicking open the button and tugging down the zippers. He swiftly grabbed at the edge of his underwear and pulled his trousers and boxers off in one swift motion to free his hard penis.
He took Arthur over to the couch and put him on all fours with his arse up. He swiftly undid his tie and tied it around Arthur's wrists but not too tightly. Alfred opened a bottle of lube and generously rubbed it on his fingers before he suddenly pressed his tongue to Arthur’s rim, causing a sharp gasp. In a second, he replaced it with his two fingers thrusting inside and slowly started scissoring. Arthur’s moans grew louder as Alfred added a third finger inside and lightly brushed his prostate, but he suddenly pulled out. Arthur whined at the lack of warmth, and he heard footsteps to the kitchen only to realise Alfred had come back with the cup of tea.
“What are you doing with that?” Arthur managed.
Without a reply, Alfred turned him over and brought the tea to Arthur’s lips and forced some in. Arthur spat it out, irritated, but could not do much with his wrists tied.
“I will not drink any of that.” This earned him a hard slap across his arse. He could feel the mark and the burn of the fingers.
“Are you sure?” Alfred questioned.
Arthur swallowed thickly. “Yes.” He whined as he was hit harder three more times with tears threatening to spill. He turned his head away to hide his face, but Alfred hit him even harder and grabbed his chin and forced him to meet his gaze. He hit one more time, and a wet drop rolled down Arthur’s cheek.
“Okay fine. I can take a sip.”
“Beg.”
"Seriously? Beg to drink that?" He was hit again.
“Fine! I-I’m sorry.” He sighed. There was no getting out. “Please, please– could I drink the tea?”
Pleased, Alfred brought the tea to his lips and tipped some in. Arthur swallowed. However, Alfred kept pouring it, and Arthur had to drink it or choke. Soon, the whole cup was done.
“Good. So let's continue.” Alfred smiled as he undid his pants.
He lined his hips to Arthur’s hole before pushing in in one smooth motion. Arthur moaned at finally getting pleasure after, well, not so pleasurable things. He grew more desperate as Alfred started moving his hips in long, smooth motions, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in on his prostate. Soon, he felt a tightness in his balls.
“A-ah. A-alfred, I’m gonna come—" White liquid spilt on the sofa as Alfred grunted, soon reaching his own climax and spilling his seed deep inside Arthur.
Alfred pulled out, and they clung to each other while panting heavily. It was a while before anyone spoke.
“Alfred?” Arthur muttered, after his head stopped spinning. His voice was still shaky.
“Yes?”
“If you ever microwave tea again, I will personally burn your house down. Is that clear?”
Alfred laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Yes, next time I’ll just use the coffee machine to make it.”
Arthur groaned and buried his face in a pillow.