Amictus [4b/5]
anonymous
March 14 2010, 02:53:34 UTC
“Uh . . . Good boy . . . keep . . . keep moving like that . . .” Arthur's gaze is predatory, hungry, frightening Alfred to not venture what of. Continuing.
Rub.
Rub.
'His look is scary.'
Rub. Rub.
'He is giving me a weird smile.'
Rub.
'He makes me feel funny.'
Alfred takes a shaky breath, feeling his lower regions fill with a deeper heat, some kind of overwhelming volume. More and more. Filled to the brim.
“Aah-nn-! Aa-Arthuuur! M-my, wee-wee . . . it-it feels full! Ahn-!” Alfred squeezes his eyes shut, hands shake his nightgown as he feels an oncoming wave of pleasure, but subconsciously strives to complete with a much more thrilling outcome. And by his guardian's command.
Arthur regards his younger charge, brimming of sweet innocence and greenness. He licks his lips at the delicious sight: a completely aroused boy rubbing off on his leg (which was tentatively coaxed into doing so). A hearty moan is suppressed as his crotch swells at the risqué scene. “Y-you're almost there . . . Alfred, uhn-” the blonde man breaths out, eyeballing the erection pumping steadily against his thigh.
“A-aah, yeah~” pants Alfred, the rubbing turning vigorous that causes him to slip from the man's leg. The energetic lad disregards this, continuing, slipping more off the appendage because of the wetness of lustful sweat and pre-cum. “Nn-! Aah~!”
Arthur watches the boy struggle with his positioning, mildly amused that the boy was not only sexually stimulated, but sexually frustrated. Plump thighs jiggle with the rubbing, seemingly sliding from the natural lubrication accumulated. The little prick twitches occasionally, anticipating a wonderful release, but it continues to glide across Arthur's leg - his leg! Alfred's once bright cerulean eyes are darkened with a wanton need and his mouth ajar to expel haughty pants and moans that further exhilarates Arthur's heart and groin.
Something sinister manifests within Arthur's mind, to his smile, to his words.
“You are so precious, Alfred. So adorable. So distinct. And you are mine. You are not to stop. No. I will forbid you to see New France again.” The pretty cerulean eyes emit a devastated gloom. Listens. Arthur lowly chuckles. “That sort of person you don't need. Hell, France shouldn't even be in that train of thought. No one else should be. Because you have me. You belong to me. My lovely.” The man delicately kisses his charge's lips, who is too conflicted to realize the misplaced affection. He continues in a hushed whisper, not quite intended to reach Alfred's ears. “Uhn, I want you so much Alfred. Aah. So cute. I want you.” Husky. Wets lips. “You are mine, boy. Aa- My love, my lovely . . .” A kiss to his cheek.
This encourages Alfred to pump his erection more. . . . Why?
Rub. Rub . . .
“Aah-aaahn!” Alfred tosses his head back. Close. “Aa-Arthurrr! I-it's coming!” What is? “Mm!”
A strange grin falls to Arthur's lips. 'This is probably his first time. Maybe that's why he's overreacting.' The boy looks up to him with need, his face completely flushed, beautifully red, to his ears. The rubbing increases in speed, Arthur notes, adjusting his self once again - he seriously needed the same relief.
As Alfred continues, Arthur grabs onto young hips, steadying his pace, not to slip off. Alfred is taken aback by the hands, but welcomes it all the same as he continues. His cerulean eyes flutter, the sensation sending thrilling shocks throughout his abdomen. His heart feels like it would beat out of his chest, not solely because of the stimulation, but it’s Arthur. (Why Arthur?) Alfred pushes his hips forward, taking more breaths, and leans to rest his head against the man’s.
Rub.
Rub.
'His look is scary.'
Rub. Rub.
'He is giving me a weird smile.'
Rub.
'He makes me feel funny.'
Alfred takes a shaky breath, feeling his lower regions fill with a deeper heat, some kind of overwhelming volume. More and more. Filled to the brim.
“Aah-nn-! Aa-Arthuuur! M-my, wee-wee . . . it-it feels full! Ahn-!” Alfred squeezes his eyes shut, hands shake his nightgown as he feels an oncoming wave of pleasure, but subconsciously strives to complete with a much more thrilling outcome. And by his guardian's command.
Arthur regards his younger charge, brimming of sweet innocence and greenness. He licks his lips at the delicious sight: a completely aroused boy rubbing off on his leg (which was tentatively coaxed into doing so). A hearty moan is suppressed as his crotch swells at the risqué scene. “Y-you're almost there . . . Alfred, uhn-” the blonde man breaths out, eyeballing the erection pumping steadily against his thigh.
“A-aah, yeah~” pants Alfred, the rubbing turning vigorous that causes him to slip from the man's leg. The energetic lad disregards this, continuing, slipping more off the appendage because of the wetness of lustful sweat and pre-cum. “Nn-! Aah~!”
Arthur watches the boy struggle with his positioning, mildly amused that the boy was not only sexually stimulated, but sexually frustrated. Plump thighs jiggle with the rubbing, seemingly sliding from the natural lubrication accumulated. The little prick twitches occasionally, anticipating a wonderful release, but it continues to glide across Arthur's leg - his leg! Alfred's once bright cerulean eyes are darkened with a wanton need and his mouth ajar to expel haughty pants and moans that further exhilarates Arthur's heart and groin.
Something sinister manifests within Arthur's mind, to his smile, to his words.
“You are so precious, Alfred. So adorable. So distinct. And you are mine. You are not to stop. No. I will forbid you to see New France again.” The pretty cerulean eyes emit a devastated gloom. Listens. Arthur lowly chuckles. “That sort of person you don't need. Hell, France shouldn't even be in that train of thought. No one else should be. Because you have me. You belong to me. My lovely.” The man delicately kisses his charge's lips, who is too conflicted to realize the misplaced affection. He continues in a hushed whisper, not quite intended to reach Alfred's ears. “Uhn, I want you so much Alfred. Aah. So cute. I want you.” Husky. Wets lips. “You are mine, boy. Aa- My love, my lovely . . .” A kiss to his cheek.
This encourages Alfred to pump his erection more. . . . Why?
Rub. Rub . . .
“Aah-aaahn!” Alfred tosses his head back. Close. “Aa-Arthurrr! I-it's coming!” What is? “Mm!”
A strange grin falls to Arthur's lips. 'This is probably his first time. Maybe that's why he's overreacting.' The boy looks up to him with need, his face completely flushed, beautifully red, to his ears. The rubbing increases in speed, Arthur notes, adjusting his self once again - he seriously needed the same relief.
As Alfred continues, Arthur grabs onto young hips, steadying his pace, not to slip off. Alfred is taken aback by the hands, but welcomes it all the same as he continues. His cerulean eyes flutter, the sensation sending thrilling shocks throughout his abdomen. His heart feels like it would beat out of his chest, not solely because of the stimulation, but it’s Arthur. (Why Arthur?) Alfred pushes his hips forward, taking more breaths, and leans to rest his head against the man’s.
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