Fairies Wear Boots [3/6]
anonymous
February 22 2010, 09:11:49 UTC
He let the curl go, and it bounced back into shape almost comically. Matthew gasped in relief, and threw his head back, releasing a throaty, feral growl. Alfred kissed his way down, peppering Matthew’s throat, chest and stomach with little butterfly kisses. Matthew tilted his head forward again, his amethyst eyes misted with lust and desire, his face flushed and excited.
“Alfred…”
Alfred licked his lips, and used his teeth to undo Matthew’s jeans. The American’s hands were still working Matthew’s nipples expertly, and the Canadian’s own hands tightened in Alfred’s hair, a thumb teasingly ghosting across Alfred’s cowlick. The American shuttered.
“Two can play that game, brother,” Matthew spoke huskily.
Carmen threw her head back into the pillows, stifling her cries with her knuckles. Her lusty eyes were still trained on the pair, but her other hand was elsewhere, attending to her own needs.
But the brothers had all but forgotten her, too deep in their own revere to care. All they saw was each other; all they heard were each other’s desperate cries. Matthew worked Nantucket as Alfred nearly ripped Matthew’s pants and boxers off in his animalistic excitement to get to their contents. A shrill whimper from the American told Matthew that he’d teased enough, and released the cowlick with a dark grin.
Matthew’s world tilted 90 degrees as he was shoved on his back from his previous sitting position, and Alfred hiked Matthew’s legs up and over his shoulders, his eyes dark and lusty. Matthew let out a mewl, and his eyes flashed with a concerned look, but only for a moment.
Alfred wasn’t without care for his beloved brother, however. He reached across to Carmen’s side of the bed, and his lover passed him a small bottle of lube, the same one they had used earlier that evening already. Alfred licked his teeth again with barely-contained delight as he clicked the bottle open, and began pouring it into his palm.
Matthew’s own erection wasn’t small. Alfred was only slightly jealous of it, in fact, but it was what one did with it and not the size that mattered, after all. And, given Matthew’s own quiet nature and reluctance to harm anyone or anything, he figured it ironic that he was secretly packing a stinger rocket in his pants.
With both his member and fingers well coated, Alfred focused on slipping a finger into Matthew’s hole, eliciting a sharp cry and a moan from the Canadian. Alfred moved carefully and slowly, sensing that Matthew was what he had always suspected him to be: a virgin.
At least, anally.
He’d heard the whispered rumours about Matthew and his mouth. And he had a sneaking suspicion that Matthew’s natural charm in the field of peacekeeping also came with a secret weapon that he used discretely to keep his brother out of hot water.
Matthew’s moans and mewls were getting quieter, so Alfred assumed it safe to slide another finger in. He worked them, scissoring his brother carefully open, and teasing as best as he could while he searched for that one special spot that would send Matthew over the edge…
“AHHHN!”
Alfred grinned. Bingo.
Matthew thrashed and cried out as Alfred caressed that one spot over and over again. When he was certain his brother was stretched enough, he pulled his fingers out. Even though Matthew moaned unhappily, he sucked in his breath sharply as he felt Alfred’s member pressed to him in the place of the fingers.
“Ready?”
“Just fuck me already,” Matthew growled almost savagely, and Alfred chuckled darkly at Matthew’s out-of character behaviour. He was getting more and more feral as the whole thing went on, and it was strangely turning Alfred on more than he thought possible.
“Alfred…”
Alfred licked his lips, and used his teeth to undo Matthew’s jeans. The American’s hands were still working Matthew’s nipples expertly, and the Canadian’s own hands tightened in Alfred’s hair, a thumb teasingly ghosting across Alfred’s cowlick. The American shuttered.
“Two can play that game, brother,” Matthew spoke huskily.
Carmen threw her head back into the pillows, stifling her cries with her knuckles. Her lusty eyes were still trained on the pair, but her other hand was elsewhere, attending to her own needs.
But the brothers had all but forgotten her, too deep in their own revere to care. All they saw was each other; all they heard were each other’s desperate cries. Matthew worked Nantucket as Alfred nearly ripped Matthew’s pants and boxers off in his animalistic excitement to get to their contents. A shrill whimper from the American told Matthew that he’d teased enough, and released the cowlick with a dark grin.
Matthew’s world tilted 90 degrees as he was shoved on his back from his previous sitting position, and Alfred hiked Matthew’s legs up and over his shoulders, his eyes dark and lusty. Matthew let out a mewl, and his eyes flashed with a concerned look, but only for a moment.
Alfred wasn’t without care for his beloved brother, however. He reached across to Carmen’s side of the bed, and his lover passed him a small bottle of lube, the same one they had used earlier that evening already. Alfred licked his teeth again with barely-contained delight as he clicked the bottle open, and began pouring it into his palm.
Matthew’s own erection wasn’t small. Alfred was only slightly jealous of it, in fact, but it was what one did with it and not the size that mattered, after all. And, given Matthew’s own quiet nature and reluctance to harm anyone or anything, he figured it ironic that he was secretly packing a stinger rocket in his pants.
With both his member and fingers well coated, Alfred focused on slipping a finger into Matthew’s hole, eliciting a sharp cry and a moan from the Canadian. Alfred moved carefully and slowly, sensing that Matthew was what he had always suspected him to be: a virgin.
At least, anally.
He’d heard the whispered rumours about Matthew and his mouth. And he had a sneaking suspicion that Matthew’s natural charm in the field of peacekeeping also came with a secret weapon that he used discretely to keep his brother out of hot water.
Matthew’s moans and mewls were getting quieter, so Alfred assumed it safe to slide another finger in. He worked them, scissoring his brother carefully open, and teasing as best as he could while he searched for that one special spot that would send Matthew over the edge…
“AHHHN!”
Alfred grinned. Bingo.
Matthew thrashed and cried out as Alfred caressed that one spot over and over again. When he was certain his brother was stretched enough, he pulled his fingers out. Even though Matthew moaned unhappily, he sucked in his breath sharply as he felt Alfred’s member pressed to him in the place of the fingers.
“Ready?”
“Just fuck me already,” Matthew growled almost savagely, and Alfred chuckled darkly at Matthew’s out-of character behaviour. He was getting more and more feral as the whole thing went on, and it was strangely turning Alfred on more than he thought possible.
Alfred pushed in, and Matthew arched, crying out.
Carmen howled with pleasure right along with him.
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