When he began to unbutton his shirt, Alfred was no longer an audience, but in front of him, helping him from the bottom. There was a struggle on the third button, but it, too slipped from him, and this time crumpled to the floor. He trembled slightly from the cold, as Alfred looked with an unhappy look in his eyes. His ghost touches felt different because his hands were warm, and when he touched his ribs, he could only close his eyes.
“You’re thin,” Alfred murmured into his ear. The warm breath rolled over his sensitive earlobes and he shuddered.
“No,” he said.
“Yes.” Alfred pulled him closer suddenly, and his warm mouth pressed against his neck and then with fluttering kisses, he planted them swiftly in succession down to his sharp shoulder, where he pressed his forehead against the wide, bony expanse. Arthur raised his hand to hold him against him, and then Alfred was gently pushing him onto the bed, straddling him and kissing the insides of his wrist, fingers surprisingly gentle around the sharp bone. Arthur kicked off his boots, and he wasn’t surprised to see that Alfred was struggling with his other hand to untie his own.
“You have bruises,” he said softly. He pulled off his glasses and placed them on the dresser table with a soft clink.
“Some.”
“A lot.” Alfred placed his hand gently across one bruise near his stomach, one that spread contagiously and seemed to worsen. He winced slightly, but didn’t allow the pain to show in his face. Alfred looked up at him for approval before he leaned down and kissed his stomach, fingers running down the ribs. Arthur adjusted uncomfortably underneath him because the kisses seemed to be trailing downward, and his face flushed slightly. He could feel himself harden slightly as the kisses lingered around his naval, and the fingers playfully pick at the belt.
“Hey…” Alfred looked up. “Is it all right to do it?”
“Idiot.” Arthur flung his arm over his eyes. “Read the atmosphere for once, won’t you?”
Alfred’s chuckles reverberated into his stomach, and he could feel Alfred pulling off his jacket and dumping it sloppily to the floor. Next came the jacket, and haphazardly the tie, and then the shirt was pulled off impatiently, popping one or two buttons across the room. Arthur watched for a while, a little pleased despite himself. His boy had grown up to be extraordinarily muscular, he mused, his arms and wrists thick, his stomach muscles taut, if not for the cute pudge around his stomach. But he twisted his thoughts away from the stomach, admiring the smooth expanse of skin until the hands were now pulling at his trousers.
“H-hey-” and Arthur was trying to stop him, but Alfred was stronger, and firmly pulled down both his underwear and his trousers. He gave a small cry, toes curling in his socks. Embarrassed, he didn’t dare look down, covering his face with his bony hands. The sudden cool air only made him grow harder, but he gave the loudest, most surprised cry of all when he felt a warm mouth suddenly encase his member.
“Idiot!” He reached down, but could only grasp Alfred’s fine hair as he trembled.
“It tastes like you,” Arthur said, looking up. Seeing the bright blue eyes disturbed him, and he could only reach up one hand to cover his face.
“Don’t say obscene things.”
“We’re already this far and you’re still like that?”
“You’re thin,” Alfred murmured into his ear. The warm breath rolled over his sensitive earlobes and he shuddered.
“No,” he said.
“Yes.” Alfred pulled him closer suddenly, and his warm mouth pressed against his neck and then with fluttering kisses, he planted them swiftly in succession down to his sharp shoulder, where he pressed his forehead against the wide, bony expanse. Arthur raised his hand to hold him against him, and then Alfred was gently pushing him onto the bed, straddling him and kissing the insides of his wrist, fingers surprisingly gentle around the sharp bone. Arthur kicked off his boots, and he wasn’t surprised to see that Alfred was struggling with his other hand to untie his own.
“You have bruises,” he said softly. He pulled off his glasses and placed them on the dresser table with a soft clink.
“Some.”
“A lot.” Alfred placed his hand gently across one bruise near his stomach, one that spread contagiously and seemed to worsen. He winced slightly, but didn’t allow the pain to show in his face. Alfred looked up at him for approval before he leaned down and kissed his stomach, fingers running down the ribs. Arthur adjusted uncomfortably underneath him because the kisses seemed to be trailing downward, and his face flushed slightly. He could feel himself harden slightly as the kisses lingered around his naval, and the fingers playfully pick at the belt.
“Hey…” Alfred looked up. “Is it all right to do it?”
“Idiot.” Arthur flung his arm over his eyes. “Read the atmosphere for once, won’t you?”
Alfred’s chuckles reverberated into his stomach, and he could feel Alfred pulling off his jacket and dumping it sloppily to the floor. Next came the jacket, and haphazardly the tie, and then the shirt was pulled off impatiently, popping one or two buttons across the room. Arthur watched for a while, a little pleased despite himself. His boy had grown up to be extraordinarily muscular, he mused, his arms and wrists thick, his stomach muscles taut, if not for the cute pudge around his stomach. But he twisted his thoughts away from the stomach, admiring the smooth expanse of skin until the hands were now pulling at his trousers.
“H-hey-” and Arthur was trying to stop him, but Alfred was stronger, and firmly pulled down both his underwear and his trousers. He gave a small cry, toes curling in his socks. Embarrassed, he didn’t dare look down, covering his face with his bony hands. The sudden cool air only made him grow harder, but he gave the loudest, most surprised cry of all when he felt a warm mouth suddenly encase his member.
“Idiot!” He reached down, but could only grasp Alfred’s fine hair as he trembled.
“It tastes like you,” Arthur said, looking up. Seeing the bright blue eyes disturbed him, and he could only reach up one hand to cover his face.
“Don’t say obscene things.”
“We’re already this far and you’re still like that?”
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