#notsafeish

“Mhm.” Alfred’s reply was unintelligent, far more concerned with biting Arthur’s lower lip and pulling his hips down as they kissed again. The angle of the sofa prevented them from meeting in any satisfying friction, but Alfred could enjoy the feeling of Arthur’s belt about his hips and the soft skin he teased with each light brush of fingers under the hem of his shirt. “You still came to me, sweetcheeks.”

Arthur snorted at the nickname and by the grin on Alfred’s features he could tell the joke was deliberate. He made no more of it, barely acknowledging Alfred’s grin with an unamused raise of his eyebrow before rather harshly tugging on the American’s hair to tilt his head back.

“Because,” He replied, pressing a kiss to Alfred’s throat. “I decided I wanted sex more than I wanted to finish editing.”

Alfred made a sound low in his throat, his hands sliding down to give Arthur’s ass a firm squeeze.

“Well if that’s what you want I’ll gladly take you to pound town.”

Arthur froze, his lips hovering over Alfred’s pulse point.

“What.” His tone was flat, more a statement of shock than any real demand for an answer.

Alfred’s hands flexed on his ass, utterly unfazed by what he’d done to the mood.

“Pound town.” He repeated, the easiest thing in the world.

Arthur lifted his head, meeting Alfred’s shit-eating grin with the most unimpressed look he could muster. He could hardly hold Alfred’s gaze for a full second before bursting into the most unattractive snort of laughter, unaided by his boyfriend’s waggling eyebrows.

“You’re insufferable.” Arthur huffed through laughter, though that apparent disappointment didn’t stop him from nibbling Alfred’s ear. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because you love me.” Alfred replied with laughter, his hands moving to Arthur’s waist for a more affectionate squeeze. Arthur sat up again to fix him with a wry smile.

“Yes, I suppose I do.”

They shared a look, a split second of affectionate acknowledgement, but it was gone again as Alfred hooked a finger into Arthur’s collar to pull him down for another kiss. Arthur sank into it, a sigh breathed against Alfred’s lips as he let himself be reminded what he’d been craving in the first place. Alfred didn’t pull back to speak, knowing well and good his husky voice breathed against Arthur’s lips did terrible things to him.

“So, pound town?”

Arthur groaned, certain that if he hadn’t been in the middle of kissing Alfred he would have smothered him to death with the couch cushions already.

“I’ll never let you touch me again if you keep making that joke.”