Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK Part 1a
anonymous
December 24 2009, 00:38:32 UTC
Warm fingers clasped at the nape of his neck and he pulled the other’s smaller, taut body up against him when their lips met and a welcoming tongue greeted his own. Alfred nearly stumbled at the needy sounds rising from Arthur’s throat as Alfred’s broader, calloused hands kneaded the sinew along Arthur’s spine beneath his shirt - but he managed to stay upright by pushing the smaller man up against the nearest wall and leaning against him.
A soft ‘oof’ escaped Arthur’s lips against Alfred’s open mouth, but Arthur seemed otherwise untroubled by his predicament, the hand at the back of Alfred’s neck pulling him closer more insistently than before.
The pace picked up, their movements feverish as Alfred’s fingers trembled around unclasping the buttons on Arthur’s shirt and Arthur impeded the action somewhat by wantonly bucking against him. The moment Alfred was successful in his quest, he took advantage of the wide expanse of pale skin that lay before him, lowering his head to place small kisses down Arthur’s salty throat to the dual points of his collar bone. He nipped at the bone, earning a gasp of surprise or pleasure, before sliding his tongue along the hurt, tasting sweat and need in one stroke.
His lips found the rhythmic rise and fall of Arthur’s chest and followed it to the man’s navel, Arthur’s hands gripping his scalp - clenching and unclenching with every suck with his lips or stroke of his tongue.
Alfred paused before penetrating the navel with his tongue. The grip on his scalp tightened, almost painfully, and he could feel Arthur’s groan vibrate against his lips as he stroked in and out, suggestively.
“A-Alfred…”
Alfred pulled away and looked up. Arthur’s eyes were on him, glinting emerald in the small light of the room, cheeks flushed and lips parted. There was something beckoning about his expression.
“Fuck, Arthur…” Alfred breathed, his hands trembling along the waist-band of Arthur’s pants as he kneeled in front of the smaller man.
Arthur merely breathed unevenly, staring down at him, apparently speechless. Desire and want barely hidden on his features.
Alfred’s fingers were pulling down the zipper of Arthur’s fly before he really knew what he was doing. He was trembling when the zipper caught, but he applied more force and it came loose, sliding all the way down as his other hand unclasped the button on top. He slid the trousers and the briefs beneath down until they fell into a heap at Arthur’s feet, leaving the other man entirely exposed to Alfred’s gaze.
The white skin gleamed in the little light that was available and the hands on his scalp clenched a bit. Alfred pulled his eyes away from his scrutiny to look up at Arthur’s flushed face.
“You’re absolutely beautiful.” His voice was soft, tender, and Arthur’s breath hitched, his fingers in Alfred’s hair twitching self-consciously.
Alfred took those fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing each and every one of them, and then he moved forward and kissed the tip of Arthur’s trembling cock.
Arthur gasped, his hands clenching in Alfred’s own, but Alfred held them tight as he nuzzled the head of Arthur’s organ with his lips and cheek.
“Alfred…nnnghh…” Arthur moaned, his head falling back against the wall behind him, exposing the column of his neck and curving his back in such a way that was entirely, unknowingly intoxicating.
A soft ‘oof’ escaped Arthur’s lips against Alfred’s open mouth, but Arthur seemed otherwise untroubled by his predicament, the hand at the back of Alfred’s neck pulling him closer more insistently than before.
The pace picked up, their movements feverish as Alfred’s fingers trembled around unclasping the buttons on Arthur’s shirt and Arthur impeded the action somewhat by wantonly bucking against him. The moment Alfred was successful in his quest, he took advantage of the wide expanse of pale skin that lay before him, lowering his head to place small kisses down Arthur’s salty throat to the dual points of his collar bone. He nipped at the bone, earning a gasp of surprise or pleasure, before sliding his tongue along the hurt, tasting sweat and need in one stroke.
His lips found the rhythmic rise and fall of Arthur’s chest and followed it to the man’s navel, Arthur’s hands gripping his scalp - clenching and unclenching with every suck with his lips or stroke of his tongue.
Alfred paused before penetrating the navel with his tongue. The grip on his scalp tightened, almost painfully, and he could feel Arthur’s groan vibrate against his lips as he stroked in and out, suggestively.
“A-Alfred…”
Alfred pulled away and looked up. Arthur’s eyes were on him, glinting emerald in the small light of the room, cheeks flushed and lips parted. There was something beckoning about his expression.
“Fuck, Arthur…” Alfred breathed, his hands trembling along the waist-band of Arthur’s pants as he kneeled in front of the smaller man.
Arthur merely breathed unevenly, staring down at him, apparently speechless. Desire and want barely hidden on his features.
Alfred’s fingers were pulling down the zipper of Arthur’s fly before he really knew what he was doing. He was trembling when the zipper caught, but he applied more force and it came loose, sliding all the way down as his other hand unclasped the button on top. He slid the trousers and the briefs beneath down until they fell into a heap at Arthur’s feet, leaving the other man entirely exposed to Alfred’s gaze.
The white skin gleamed in the little light that was available and the hands on his scalp clenched a bit. Alfred pulled his eyes away from his scrutiny to look up at Arthur’s flushed face.
“You’re absolutely beautiful.” His voice was soft, tender, and Arthur’s breath hitched, his fingers in Alfred’s hair twitching self-consciously.
Alfred took those fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing each and every one of them, and then he moved forward and kissed the tip of Arthur’s trembling cock.
Arthur gasped, his hands clenching in Alfred’s own, but Alfred held them tight as he nuzzled the head of Arthur’s organ with his lips and cheek.
“Alfred…nnnghh…” Arthur moaned, his head falling back against the wall behind him, exposing the column of his neck and curving his back in such a way that was entirely, unknowingly intoxicating.
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