Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK part 9e
anonymous
January 5 2010, 05:23:37 UTC
“Fuck,” Alfred exclaimed as the tight heat consumed him. He hadn’t expected that, and the pleasure that swirled in his gut was almost enough to send him over the edge. He gasped and gripped Arthur’s outer thighs, scrambling for self-control.
Arthur was shuddering above him, hissing as he took his length in slowly to the hilt. He paused for a bit, seeming to acclimate himself to Alfred’s size, before he moved experimentally and sent a wave of sensation into Alfred’s cock that he couldn’t bite back a moan in response to. Arthur looked satisfied and then he moved again, lifting himself further before slamming back down at a different angle. This time, Arthur and Alfred moaned together.
Arthur adopted a frenzied pace after that, riding Alfred’s erection with reckless abandon. Alfred panted against the strain of delaying his orgasm, determined to see Arthur lose control first. He wrapped a fist around Arthur’s slick erection and squeezed.
Arthur stiffened. “Oh God…I love you, Alfred…”
Alfred’s eyes widened and Arthur was taken by a powerful orgasm that shuddered through his entire body. The moment Alfred felt the muscles tighten around his length, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and he embraced the release, his entire body stiffening as he cried out Arthur’s name.
Some moments later, Arthur was sprawled out on top of Alfred, both of them breathing heavily as their sweat cooled in the air conditioned room. Arthur’s fingers absently caressed the scar on Alfred’s tan chest and Alfred smiled in tired bliss.
“That was…” Alfred began.
“Amazing,” Arthur finished.
Alfred smiled. “Well, I was gonna say awesome, but…”
“It’s the same thing,” Arthur retorted, but there was no force behind it. He sounded as tired as he looked.
Alfred kissed the top of his head, a grin tugging at his lips for only the third time in months. “So…you love me?”
Arthur sighed, but Alfred could feel Arthur’s lips curl upward against his chest. “Isn’t it obvious by now?”
“I’d still like to hear it,” Alfred replied, smiling despite himself.
Arthur lifted his head to look up at him and propped his chin up on Alfred’s chest, rolling his eyes. “Well, if you insist…”
“I do,” Alfred murmured, lifting a hand and tracing his thumb along the shell of Arthur’s left ear.
Arthur smiled a small smile, his gaze warmer than Alfred had ever seen it since the revolution. “I love you, Alfred F. Jones.”
“Of course you do.” Alfred grinned cheekily, and Arthur looked like he would have hit him if he had had the energy, but as it was, he settled for a half-hearted glare.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late,” Alfred replied happily. “You’ve restored me to my former glory.”
“Have I now?” Arthur looked amused.
“Yep.” But then Alfred’s grin faded. “More than you know.”
Arthur gave him a curious look.
“Well…” Arthur paused, looking thoughtful. “Perhaps the feeling is mutual.”
Alfred smiled and pulled the covers from the other side of the double bed around them both, wrapping an arm around Arthur’s back. Arthur smiled back and yawned a bit, before setting his cheek back down on Alfred’s broad chest. Alfred ran a hand through Arthur’s short blond locks lazily, until he heard the soft rhythmic breathing of sleep escaping Arthur’s parted lips.
Alfred yawned but couldn’t stop smiling, feeling indescribably happy and restive for the first time in months.
“Thanks, Francis,” he muttered, “I owe you one.”
And then he too, closed his eyes and fell into a completely restful, dreamless sleep for the first time in months.
“Fuck,” Alfred exclaimed as the tight heat consumed him. He hadn’t expected that, and the pleasure that swirled in his gut was almost enough to send him over the edge. He gasped and gripped Arthur’s outer thighs, scrambling for self-control.
Arthur was shuddering above him, hissing as he took his length in slowly to the hilt. He paused for a bit, seeming to acclimate himself to Alfred’s size, before he moved experimentally and sent a wave of sensation into Alfred’s cock that he couldn’t bite back a moan in response to. Arthur looked satisfied and then he moved again, lifting himself further before slamming back down at a different angle. This time, Arthur and Alfred moaned together.
Arthur adopted a frenzied pace after that, riding Alfred’s erection with reckless abandon. Alfred panted against the strain of delaying his orgasm, determined to see Arthur lose control first. He wrapped a fist around Arthur’s slick erection and squeezed.
Arthur stiffened. “Oh God…I love you, Alfred…”
Alfred’s eyes widened and Arthur was taken by a powerful orgasm that shuddered through his entire body. The moment Alfred felt the muscles tighten around his length, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and he embraced the release, his entire body stiffening as he cried out Arthur’s name.
Some moments later, Arthur was sprawled out on top of Alfred, both of them breathing heavily as their sweat cooled in the air conditioned room. Arthur’s fingers absently caressed the scar on Alfred’s tan chest and Alfred smiled in tired bliss.
“That was…” Alfred began.
“Amazing,” Arthur finished.
Alfred smiled. “Well, I was gonna say awesome, but…”
“It’s the same thing,” Arthur retorted, but there was no force behind it. He sounded as tired as he looked.
Alfred kissed the top of his head, a grin tugging at his lips for only the third time in months. “So…you love me?”
Arthur sighed, but Alfred could feel Arthur’s lips curl upward against his chest. “Isn’t it obvious by now?”
“I’d still like to hear it,” Alfred replied, smiling despite himself.
Arthur lifted his head to look up at him and propped his chin up on Alfred’s chest, rolling his eyes. “Well, if you insist…”
“I do,” Alfred murmured, lifting a hand and tracing his thumb along the shell of Arthur’s left ear.
Arthur smiled a small smile, his gaze warmer than Alfred had ever seen it since the revolution. “I love you, Alfred F. Jones.”
“Of course you do.” Alfred grinned cheekily, and Arthur looked like he would have hit him if he had had the energy, but as it was, he settled for a half-hearted glare.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late,” Alfred replied happily. “You’ve restored me to my former glory.”
“Have I now?” Arthur looked amused.
“Yep.” But then Alfred’s grin faded. “More than you know.”
Arthur gave him a curious look.
“Well…” Arthur paused, looking thoughtful. “Perhaps the feeling is mutual.”
Alfred smiled and pulled the covers from the other side of the double bed around them both, wrapping an arm around Arthur’s back. Arthur smiled back and yawned a bit, before setting his cheek back down on Alfred’s broad chest. Alfred ran a hand through Arthur’s short blond locks lazily, until he heard the soft rhythmic breathing of sleep escaping Arthur’s parted lips.
Alfred yawned but couldn’t stop smiling, feeling indescribably happy and restive for the first time in months.
“Thanks, Francis,” he muttered, “I owe you one.”
And then he too, closed his eyes and fell into a completely restful, dreamless sleep for the first time in months.
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