Warning: Lemon ahead!
Once again, thank you PrussiaLivesOn for the suggestion, and patience!
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Alfred couldn't help but growl, as he pinned Mathew to the wall, earning a squeak from the other.

"Where were you?"

Mathew gulped. He was with Russia the other day and were discussing plans.
He forgot to tell Alfred since it was so last minute from his boss.

"W-with Russia."

The moment he mentioned Russia,
America got extremely possessive.
Almost... Animalistic.
He immediately shoved his mouth onto the other.
Mathew gasped at the sudden moment, and Alfred took advantage of it, slipping his tongue in, exploring, claiming back what was his.
He Didn't even allow Mathew to explain why he was with Russia.
He grinded his knee against the other's crotch, earning delightful squeaks and moans.

The hint smell of vodka when he got near Mathew's hair was really bothering him.
This lead to irrational thoughts.

"Nnngh, Alfred, wait! That hurts!!"

Alfred was biting at Mathew's neck,
making sure to leave many marks after this.
He sucked and swirled his tongue on the wounds to ease the Canadian.
Mathew seemed more relaxed now as his shoulders hunched back, and that's where Alfred continued, abusing Mathew's petite figure after he pulled off the other's sweater.

"Do you... Like him more... than me?"
Alfred asked in between sucking the other's nipples.

He grazed his teeth along it, not biting it.
His hand was playing with the other one, rubbing it in small circular motions before flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Canada was panting badly, his sensitive nipples being played with.
His hands rested on America's hair, and ever so slightly... brushing gently against the cowlick.
It's been a while since they've last... Done it.

"Hmm. Maybe."
Mathew decided to play along with his lover's irrational thought.
Plus, America was usually so... Vanilla in the bedroom.
Finally, they're doing it somewhere other than the bed.

Something clicked inside of Alfred, frustrated that the other might have feelings for the russian ally.
Jealousy. Insecurity.

Ah... That's what's driving him to do things to Mathew right now.
He grunted a bit when Mathew had brushed against his cowlick.
It was like he was begging not to walk for days.
Gladly, he'd accept of course. Anything to rival that commie bastard.

Mathew couldn't help but squirm in the other's grasp,
his heat prodding against the other's leg.

"We should take this to the bedroom..." Alfred said with uncertainty.
He wasn't sure how to do it anywhere other than the bedroom.

"N-no. Let's just... stay here." Mathew replied, kissing the other briefly.

Alfred continued on, feeling Mathew's slender waist, grinning when he felt Canada's erection prodding against his own leg.

"Someone's getting excited."

"Alfred pleasseeee..." Mathew whined, wanting his boyfriend to continue on.

America continued, pulling off the other's pants, breaking the zipper off.
He himself was impatient as well.
His slim fingers played around at the hem of Mathew's boxers, amused that they were polar bear boxers.

With his other hand, he groped the growing erection, palming it.
Mathew gasped, wanting more friction on it, more action...
He groaned, knowing that he had no control in what the American was going to do.
Alfred continued to palm it, deciding to stop when he felt... the cloth getting wet.

Alfred finally freed Mathew's member from the boxers, and got onto his knees, licking the tip teasingly.

Mathew moaned, trying to buck his hips up to get more, but Alfred held it down, preventing any other action.

"Al..."

"You're mine. And only mine." He hissed, bringing up three fingers towards Mathew's mouth.

"Now suck."

Mathew did as he was told, lathering up the fingers in his mouth with saliva. He rolled his tongue around the fingers, and Alfred had to resist from cumming into his pants cause holy, it was that hot.
The Canadian's expression was lewd, the soft violet eyes slightly darker than usual with the haze of lust.

Alfred pulled his fingers away, and undid his pants with one hand and pulled off his pants and boxers.
It was getting way too tight anyways.

"Turn around." Alfred said.

Mathew turned around so his behind was facing Alfred. Alfred got off of the ground, pressing the other into the wall.

With his saliva coated fingers, he swirled around Mathew's entrance, rubbing it a bit before inserting his middle finger in first.

After a bit prodding around, he added another, searching for his boyfriends prostate and...

"A-ah!" Mathew let out a loud moan, arching his back.

Bingo. He scissored the entrance, stretching it before adding another digit to the mix.

Mathew hissed, bucking down onto the other's fingers.

Alfred took his fingers out, before aligning his phallus at Mathew's hole, making sure that the thrust inwards would strike Mathew's prostate each time.

America entered Mathew, going in all at once.
Mathew hissed, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Al... Hang on..."

It really was a while.

"Mathew you're so tight mhn..." It was so tight that Alfred's own member was screaming from the pain and pleasure.

Alfred stroked Mathew's hair, soothing his lover.
Mathew has nothing to grasp onto since it was the wall and he kept pawing at the wall, trying to find something he could grasp onto.

After a few minutes, Mathew bucked into Alfred's heat, giving him the okay.

Alfred held Mathew at the hips, picking him up slightly before thrusting it back in.

Mathew had his knees bent around Alfred's arms as he striked the Canadian's prostate each time.

They went at a regular rhythm before speeding up, rough hard thrusts, Alfred's balls slapping against the other's butt cheeks.

Mathew moaned loudly each time, the sound gradually increasing.
He wasn't as quiet as he was in the bedroom~

Alfred grunted, sweat forming across his body.
It didn't take long before...

"Alfred... I'm going to..."

America held the base of Mathew's phallus, earning a whine from the other.

"Say my name. Say that you're mine and will Always be mine." Alfred said.

"Ahh... I'm yours, Alfred. I'll always be yours and no one else's. I love you..." Mathew said in between pants, his hole being penetrated as he was saying that.

"Good boy." Alfred was touched by what the other said, and released
the base of Mathew's member.
He gave Mathew's butt a quick slap.

Mathew moaned as he came onto the wall.

"Ahn~Ah-Alfred Freedom Jones!!!" Mathew yelled out in pleasure as he came.

Alfred felt his phallus being squeezed tightly as Mathew came, and that was all he needed to release his seed deep inside of Mathew.

He did a few more thrusts before pulling out, unplugging the semen.
It was quite a big load... It was dribbling out of Mathew's hole and onto his thighs.

They both panted, and Before they passed out Alfred brought them to the couch, cuddling ontop of the other.

"So... what were you doing with Russia?" Alfred asked, on the brink if sleeping.

"We were discussing trading plans with our bosses. They wanted some lumber." Mathew explained, amused that Alfred was thinking he and Ivan would have THAT kind of relationship.

Alfred pecked Mathew's lips before falling asleep, satisfied that he'd be his... Forever.