Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK part 9d
anonymous
January 5 2010, 05:22:40 UTC
Alfred felt a pang of anxiety for the first time since they had begun, but he pointed to his luggage pack right by the coat closet, and Arthur got up and went to it.
“In the front pocket.”
Arthur nodded and Alfred sat up and stared as Arthur bent over to look through the front pocket and fished for the lube. Alfred wanted nothing more than to take Arthur right then and there, but the Englishman seemed to have other plans, and Alfred was obliged to let him do it his way, if only to keep him happy. He had to trust that he would enjoy it like Arthur said.
Arthur walked back and crawled onto the bed. He sat on Alfred’s lap and opened the lube, squirting some onto his fingers, before gripping Alfred’s erection once again and slicking the lube along its length. Alfred groaned and shuddered at the unexpected contact, involuntarily curling forward and resting his forehead against Arthur’s chest.
The slickness felt so good that Alfred thought he might come any second, but he tried to abstain. Maybe it was a form of macho pride, but he didn’t want to come before Arthur.
Arthur was panting against his ear, and then he spoke into it when his hand finally pulled away from Alfred’s throbbing cock. “Take the lube and prepare me.”
The tube was pressed into Alfred’s right hand and he pulled back to look at Arthur in confusion, but the man only smiled and took Arthur’s right hand, opened the lube and squirted some generously on Alfred’s two first fingers. He then guided Alfred’s hand to his opening and pressed the two fingers against the tight ring of muscle.
Alfred finally understood and pressed in, pulling Arthur closer against him with his other arm so that he could get better access. Arthur himself had his eyes closed and pressed his face against Alfred’s chest and shoulder. When Alfred’s fingers pressed in further and he could feel the hot tight muscle around them, Arthur stiffened and moaned, panting warm breath against his chest.
“Are you alright?” Alfred asked, not wanting to accidentally hurt Arthur in any way.
Arthur nodded. “Only slightly uncomfortable. It’s fine.”
Alfred kissed Arthur’s temple as he began to scissor his fingers and stretch the muscle. He curled them and he must have hit something, because Arthur stiffened immediately and moaned loudly.
“Fuck, yes,” Arthur panted, pushing back against Alfred’s fingers as if he could prod that same spot against them with just the right angle. “Right there, Alfred.”
Alfred repeated the motion and Arthur was writhing in his arms, sweat breaking out across his pale skin as his forehead buried further against Alfred’s chest. Alfred pulled Arthur further against him so that Arthur’s thighs were once again rubbing against his hips and their groins were touching and rubbing with every movement.
Arthur bucked against him and his fingers, his arms snaking around to hold onto the back of Alfred’s neck. The friction of Arthur’s erection against his was so profound, Alfred seriously wondered if he’d be able to hang on that much longer - especially as Arthur moaned into his ear with every thrust of his fingers - but just in time, Arthur stopped bucking and pulled back, pushing against Alfred’s chest with his hands.
Alfred fell back against the mattress and his fingers slipped out of Arthur’s entrance as Arthur sat on his lap. Arthur was panting, looking thoroughly debauched as beads of sweat trickled down his pale muscles. Alfred stared at him, desire tightening in his gut, his cock twitching, wondering why Arthur had stopped.
But Arthur didn’t say anything. He scooted up on his knees so that he was hovering above Alfred’s lap and then grabbed the base of Alfred’s erection with one of his hands. Alfred gasped at the abruptness of the action and the sensitivity of his throbbing cock, but that wasn’t anything compared to how it felt when Arthur sunk down and pushed the entire length into his entrance.
Alfred felt a pang of anxiety for the first time since they had begun, but he pointed to his luggage pack right by the coat closet, and Arthur got up and went to it.
“In the front pocket.”
Arthur nodded and Alfred sat up and stared as Arthur bent over to look through the front pocket and fished for the lube. Alfred wanted nothing more than to take Arthur right then and there, but the Englishman seemed to have other plans, and Alfred was obliged to let him do it his way, if only to keep him happy. He had to trust that he would enjoy it like Arthur said.
Arthur walked back and crawled onto the bed. He sat on Alfred’s lap and opened the lube, squirting some onto his fingers, before gripping Alfred’s erection once again and slicking the lube along its length. Alfred groaned and shuddered at the unexpected contact, involuntarily curling forward and resting his forehead against Arthur’s chest.
The slickness felt so good that Alfred thought he might come any second, but he tried to abstain. Maybe it was a form of macho pride, but he didn’t want to come before Arthur.
Arthur was panting against his ear, and then he spoke into it when his hand finally pulled away from Alfred’s throbbing cock. “Take the lube and prepare me.”
The tube was pressed into Alfred’s right hand and he pulled back to look at Arthur in confusion, but the man only smiled and took Arthur’s right hand, opened the lube and squirted some generously on Alfred’s two first fingers. He then guided Alfred’s hand to his opening and pressed the two fingers against the tight ring of muscle.
Alfred finally understood and pressed in, pulling Arthur closer against him with his other arm so that he could get better access. Arthur himself had his eyes closed and pressed his face against Alfred’s chest and shoulder. When Alfred’s fingers pressed in further and he could feel the hot tight muscle around them, Arthur stiffened and moaned, panting warm breath against his chest.
“Are you alright?” Alfred asked, not wanting to accidentally hurt Arthur in any way.
Arthur nodded. “Only slightly uncomfortable. It’s fine.”
Alfred kissed Arthur’s temple as he began to scissor his fingers and stretch the muscle. He curled them and he must have hit something, because Arthur stiffened immediately and moaned loudly.
“Fuck, yes,” Arthur panted, pushing back against Alfred’s fingers as if he could prod that same spot against them with just the right angle. “Right there, Alfred.”
Alfred repeated the motion and Arthur was writhing in his arms, sweat breaking out across his pale skin as his forehead buried further against Alfred’s chest. Alfred pulled Arthur further against him so that Arthur’s thighs were once again rubbing against his hips and their groins were touching and rubbing with every movement.
Arthur bucked against him and his fingers, his arms snaking around to hold onto the back of Alfred’s neck. The friction of Arthur’s erection against his was so profound, Alfred seriously wondered if he’d be able to hang on that much longer - especially as Arthur moaned into his ear with every thrust of his fingers - but just in time, Arthur stopped bucking and pulled back, pushing against Alfred’s chest with his hands.
Alfred fell back against the mattress and his fingers slipped out of Arthur’s entrance as Arthur sat on his lap. Arthur was panting, looking thoroughly debauched as beads of sweat trickled down his pale muscles. Alfred stared at him, desire tightening in his gut, his cock twitching, wondering why Arthur had stopped.
But Arthur didn’t say anything. He scooted up on his knees so that he was hovering above Alfred’s lap and then grabbed the base of Alfred’s erection with one of his hands. Alfred gasped at the abruptness of the action and the sensitivity of his throbbing cock, but that wasn’t anything compared to how it felt when Arthur sunk down and pushed the entire length into his entrance.
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