Alfred looked up at Arthur. “That’s not much fun for me.”
”But it’s fun for me. And I’m yer captain”
Alfred sat up and wrapped his arms around Arthur’s neck. “I’m no one’s slut.” The blonde moved and pressed his lips onto the British captain’s lips. They tasted so much of rum and were chapped from the salty sea air.
”Lad, you’re wearin’ the most horny cowboy suit I ever saw. Ye’re a slut” Art moaned softly at the feeling of the other’s sweet lips. ”Ye’re a slut” he repeated to himself.
“I may be a slut but I don’t belong to anyone.”
”I think ye do from now on” Arthur stated with pride.
Alfred huffed. “Like hell I belong to you.” He got up and started to leave, not even caring about getting fucked by a man who wanted to claim him.
Art pulled him back and smirked at him. ”Did ye just plan on leavin’?” he asked with a scoff. ”I dun think I will let ye go like that”
Alfred gasped as he was pulled back. “I’m not getting fucked by a man who thinks one fuck makes me his.” He squirmed to get out of the other’s grip, just wanting to leave.
Art, being a lot stronger then Alfred, pulled him back and kept him on his lap, continuing to fuck him. ”I think ye’ll make an exception for me” he grinned at him.
Alfred screamed as he felt Arthur shoving himself back in him. He glared back at him. “Get your cock out of my ass, Jerk face.”
Art could only grin. ”Why would I? I didn’t even get my full fuck”