Arthur/Matthew - Imminent Death
anonymous
January 26 2010, 04:09:17 UTC
Arthur Kirkland let his lips slip from the silken mouth beneath him, let it travel downwards, down Matthew's thin neck, not forgetting to cast a lingering glance at the measurement tools he hadn't bothered to move. He thought of how it would be tomorrow, standing up on the gallows and looping the rope around that neck...
Matthew mewed underneath him and bucked his hips so his arousal found friction against the bottom of Arthur's stomach. On his way down, Arthur sucked on the fingers, laced together and bound at the wrist by a length of thick rope. The boy gasped, again arching off the mattress.
Arthur was regretfully already hard, but knew he couldn't allow himself to come until he'd given the condemned final pleasure.
"J-just do it," Matthew gasped, writhing under Arthur, brushing skin against his already swollen cock.
With a pop, Matthew's finger slipped from his mouth and Arthur couldn't wait anymore either. He found Matthew's hips and flipped him onto his stomach, forced the knees to bend for a better angle. The youthful prisoner obliged and tilted his arse upwards to allow Arthur better access.
Arthur let his cock bump against the boy's hole, trying to determine the best course of action even when pressed against the unbearable heat underneath him. He brought his mouth closer to Matthew's face, used a hand to tilt the neck backwards to kiss and lick the spot just behind his left ear. "Do you want it hard and fast, or slow and agonizingly painful," even Arthur wasn't sure if he was just speaking about the sex.
He saw the hazy smile curve across the younger lips, a couple hot breaths pour from his heaving chest. His body was already moving for him, moving in time to Arthur's pleased grindings. "I don't want to take my time with this. I don't have enough time left to take this easy."
Arthur was shocked at the bloodthirsty grin on his own face as he thrust and hilted himself in a few short jerks. He let them stay like that for a moment, flush against each other and basking in the contact, just to give the boy some time to adjust. The warmth and tightness was just like he'd imagined; virgin, enveloping him fulling and sobbing at pain he hadn't expected. Arthur thrust steadily, then rapidly, pouring everything he had into the contact just as he wrapped his hand around Matthew's shaft, working it like he would a gallows lever.
When they climaxed and layed sweating against each other, Arthur had finally asked: "Why did you kill your brother?"
"Because everyone always noticed him, because when I stand up there tomorrow...they'll all see me."
And Arthur kissed him softly.
But due to a missprint in the local newspapers, there was no crowd for Matthew William's hanging.
~~~
Author!Anon : This was a challenge for myself. A rather shocking and sad one and not a kink I have. But it was quite a challenge.
Matthew mewed underneath him and bucked his hips so his arousal found friction against the bottom of Arthur's stomach. On his way down, Arthur sucked on the fingers, laced together and bound at the wrist by a length of thick rope. The boy gasped, again arching off the mattress.
Arthur was regretfully already hard, but knew he couldn't allow himself to come until he'd given the condemned final pleasure.
"J-just do it," Matthew gasped, writhing under Arthur, brushing skin against his already swollen cock.
With a pop, Matthew's finger slipped from his mouth and Arthur couldn't wait anymore either. He found Matthew's hips and flipped him onto his stomach, forced the knees to bend for a better angle. The youthful prisoner obliged and tilted his arse upwards to allow Arthur better access.
Arthur let his cock bump against the boy's hole, trying to determine the best course of action even when pressed against the unbearable heat underneath him. He brought his mouth closer to Matthew's face, used a hand to tilt the neck backwards to kiss and lick the spot just behind his left ear. "Do you want it hard and fast, or slow and agonizingly painful," even Arthur wasn't sure if he was just speaking about the sex.
He saw the hazy smile curve across the younger lips, a couple hot breaths pour from his heaving chest. His body was already moving for him, moving in time to Arthur's pleased grindings. "I don't want to take my time with this. I don't have enough time left to take this easy."
Arthur was shocked at the bloodthirsty grin on his own face as he thrust and hilted himself in a few short jerks. He let them stay like that for a moment, flush against each other and basking in the contact, just to give the boy some time to adjust. The warmth and tightness was just like he'd imagined; virgin, enveloping him fulling and sobbing at pain he hadn't expected. Arthur thrust steadily, then rapidly, pouring everything he had into the contact just as he wrapped his hand around Matthew's shaft, working it like he would a gallows lever.
When they climaxed and layed sweating against each other, Arthur had finally asked: "Why did you kill your brother?"
"Because everyone always noticed him, because when I stand up there tomorrow...they'll all see me."
And Arthur kissed him softly.
But due to a missprint in the local newspapers, there was no crowd for Matthew William's hanging.
~~~
Author!Anon : This was a challenge for myself. A rather shocking and sad one and not a kink I have. But it was quite a challenge.
*goes off to write something less horrible*
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And the rest was very well-written anon. You should challenge yourself more often XD
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