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Don Juan Part 2.3

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Alfred, who had been in the kitchen, came out holding two Pepsi cans. He threw one at Matthew and explained, “Part of it is because my parents are loaded. The other part is that I have a good job.”

“What do you do?”

Alfred just slouched onto the couch and pattered the spot next to him. He winked, “I’ll tell you if you come here, Matthew.”

The Canadian bit his lip and sighed, walking over and taking a seat. Alfred snuck an arm behind Matthew’s waist and licked his cheek. The young man shuttered, trying to look away, only to find his head being tilted back by Alfred hand again. The American asked, “Does it really matter what I do? Do you want me to show you to the bedroom?”

Matthew flushed, placing his can onto the see-through coffee table in front of them. Alfred did the same to his opened one, placing soft nips on Matthew’s cheek. He tried to move Alfred away, gently, but it only resulted in the American grabbing is wrists. He moved the pecks down to Matthew’s neck, stopping at the part where the neck joined the shoulders. The Canadian withered underneath him as he turned the kisses into licks, moving to the hollow of the neck.

He moved the hand, which was holding Matthew wrist, and rested it behind Matthew. He pushed the Canadian onto the couch and started un-buttoning Matthew’s shirt, moving his lips down the soft flesh.

Matthew lay there, panting as Alfred reached the naval. His breath hitched as Alfred dipped his tongue himself, looking up and smirked. “You like that, do you… little Matthew?”

That’s when Matthew snapped, getting up, causing Alfred to fall backwards a little. He blushed and apologised, “I’m… I’m sorry, Alfred: like I said, I have a boyfriend. Please don’t make me chose…”

Alfred sat up and stared at his friend. He sighed and smiled. “Okay, I think I should take you back home now.”

Matthew whimpered, “I’m sorry.”

The American chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t apologise, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow anyway-”

“Tomorrow: so soon?”

Alfred nodded. Matthew moaned as Alfred pulled him from the couch. “Well yeah: I still have to show you around, and I can do that tomorrow, right?”

Matthew gave in and nodded his head.