Danshee Does Art

Anon that's so kind of you to say, thank you so much! It truly means a lot to me (●´□`)♡ I don't want to make any promises I can't be sure I'll be able to keep, but I will try my very best to be more active on this blog again.

WIP of some self-care fluff cause I really need it (￣ー￣；

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All of Arthur’s life, he never imagined something like this could happen to him. Perhaps the thought had presented itself in his wildest dreams, but never once did he think that something like this— something this fantastic, could actually happen. He had been sitting at a bar turning up a pint, something he did occasionally after a long week of work. In the past, there had been a few occasions where he’d come home with company, generally after being approached by a gentleman whom he deemed presentable enough to shag. This was nothing out of the ordinary; he was a single lad in his mid-twenties, and every once and a while having a bit of fun was a good way to relieve some stress. However, coming home with a single partner was one thing— coming home with two was something Arthur Kirkland could have never prepared himself for. Two incredibly tall, incredibly built, deliciously handsome yanks. “Jesus Christ, will you at least let me unlock the damn door first?” He scolded, though he could hardly keep the excitement from his voice. “Baby, I can’t keep my eyes off of you, much less my hands.” That was the brunette. Allen, Arthur recalled, was the definition of the word rugged. Disheveled hair, a bit of scruff, tattoos running up the lengths of his arms, Allen had been Arthur’s teenage dream. “Let’s give him a second, he’ll need it for what I’m about to do to him tonight.” He had been the one to first approach the Brit that night. Sandy blonde locks, soft blue eyes, pearly white smile. Alfred could be the poster boy for Disney’s next Prince Charming. It took everything the Brit had not to grin like a buffoon. These were the most beautiful men Arthur had ever seen in his damn life, and they were tripping over themselves just to get a piece of him. He felt like a fucking god. “Boys, let’s not get too sure of ourselves-” The minute he managed to open the door, it was like getting attacked by a pair of wild animals. Lips, Alfred’s lips, crashed into his so hard their teeth clashed, and he felt Allen growl behind him as he quickly tore the Englishman’s blazer off. He felt a pierced tongue run along the side of his neck, soon to be replaced by a pair of teeth, causing him to moan into Alfred’s mouth. “Mm, you like that?” A low growl caressed the shell of his ear. Arthur shuddered and then yelped as he was suddenly swept from the ground by a pair of strong arms. “Ey, jackass, what the hell?” Allen called, and Arthur barely had a moment to register where he was before Alfred kicked the door to his room open and dumped him onto his bed, his lips immediately resuming their passionate devouring of his mouth. Arthur slid his hands down his back, feeling muscles ripple beneath the thin layer of cloth. He could’ve came his pants right there. “You feelin’ good handsome?” Alfred whispered breathlessly, giving the Brit below him a cocky grin. Arthur would’ve had a witty retort to the yank’s obvious arrogance if he hadn’t been wrenched from his position once again, to where he was sitting with his back pressed against a firm chest. “Didn’t anyone ever tell ya’ sharing is caring, blondie?” A pair of hands began tracing circles along Arthur’s chest through his shirt, causing him to squirm desperately for more contact. “I’m sorry, but he looked perfectly happy where he was just a second ago.” Alfred retorted, annoyance sparking within those blue eyes as his hands fumbled to unbuckle Arthur’s pants. “Calm down, loves, I promise there is plenty of me to go around.” In that moment, it became very evident to Arthur that neither of them had even laid a hand on each other, nor had they any intention to. And, in that moment, Arthur Kirkland realized that the two most gorgeous men he had ever seen in his entire life were fighting over him like he was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen. He could’ve cried. “Don’t listen to Goldie-Locks over there, let me show you how a real man makes love…” Calloused hands slowly unbuttoned Arthur’s shirt as Allen continued to kiss, bite and suck at his neck, surely with the purpose of leaving it black and blue. At the last button he flayed the shirt open to reveal Arthur’s bare chest, which he began groping at greedily, filling the room with the Brit’s moans. “You can keep talking smart, buddy, I’ll actually put my mouth to good use.” Suddenly Arthur was aware that Alfred had succeeded in his task of ridding him of his pants, and had placed himself on the edge of the bed right between Arthur’s legs. His blue eyes twinkled as he looked up at the Brit, and he shot him a quick wink. “I’m gonna make you feel real good.” The blonde pulled his length out from the waistband of his briefs and quickly put his mouth to work, placing little kisses along the tip. Between the fingers rolling his nipples roughly and the mouth now devouring his cock, Arthur felt like he was gonna pass out. “Oh, come on. What kind of pussy shit is that?” Allen laughed, condescension practically dripping from his thick city accent. “That’s how you blow a dude?” At that, Alfred scoffed, sending vibrations into Arthur and causing him to buck forward violently. These boys were going to fucking kill him. Instead of retorting, Alfred merely took Arthur’s entirety into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down before sucking roughly, and the Englishman practically choked on his own breath. When Alfred removed his mouth, it made an audible pop. “I’m sorry, Mister-Fucking-Harley’s-Angels, could you do better?” “You fucking bet, Boy Scout, I’ll show you how to put a tongue ring to work.” “Yeah, well I don’t have to rely on a piece of jewelry to make a man feel good!” “If you two decide to bicker like school boys instead of fucking me for one more god damn second, neither of you are getting off tonight.” Arthur, growing tired of the incessant back-and-forth, fisted both of their hair into his hands, turning their heads roughly to face him. “Do I make myself clear?” Despite the fact that this man was about to be eaten alive by these two horny Americans, it became quite evident in that moment who was really in charge of this situation. Especially since, in that moment, it became very evident to these two Americans that they were completely infatuated. “Yes sir.”

aaaAAAH I’M SORRY! It’s not that I’m dead or that I lost interest in this blog or in Mint Chocolate or anything but I’m currently in the middle of writing my thesis so I’m very busy ( >﹏< ) I almost got the most important part done so I might find some time to draw again soon, but no promises!

I am SO bad with anything even remotely nsfw I am SORRY