Fairies Wear Boots [4/6]
anonymous
February 22 2010, 09:14:25 UTC
Alfred groaned deeply, overwhelmed by the tightness and heat, but thrusting eagerly, seeking out that one spot he knew Matthew would melt for when hit. The pace was fast and almost manic, but Alfred was pushed on with wild determination, and Matthew’s rapid-fire cries and moans. Their names became mantras, chanted with heated passion, crescendoing and falling like a song, Carmen’s moans and purrs filling out the harmony perfectly, and the three rode the waves of passion desperately, clinging to it with fevered enthusiasm, never wanting it to end. But Alfred was reaching his peak, and Matthew seemed to be doing the same. Carmen’s head was thrown back into the pillows, and her hands working with vigour as she tried desperately to keep up.
“Mattie…ahhn!” Alfred barely had any time to warm his brother before he came, and hard. He was blinded by the white stars that flashed angrily behind his eyelids, and his pulse furiously beat in his ears. Matthew’s shrill cries followed almost a second behind, and Alfred was aware of a wet heat on his stomach. Carmen panted for a few more moments before she too cried out.
The three became a tangle of bodies and heat as they lay on the bed together, Matthew half curled into Alfred’s body, and Carmen draped half-heartedly over Matthew, her eyes looking deep into Alfred’s. Matthew panted quietly, still trying to take in the full effect of the experience. Carmen brushed some hair out of Alfred’s face, and he grinned back at her with a million dollar smile.
“Did ya like that, hunny?”
“Loved it,” Alfred answered. “That was a great idea.”
“I know, right?” Carmen replied, her face flushed happily. “You two are just so hot together, it should be illegal!”
Alfred laughed loudly. “I’m pretty sure it is.”
“Hey…”
Alfred didn’t hear it at first, so Matthew repeated it. “Hey…”
“Hmm?” Alfred looked down at Matthew.
Matthew’s eyes were still misty, and he licked his lips a little, hungrily. “We’re not done yet.”
Alfred blinked. “Huh?”
Matthew didn’t change his expression. He had a firm grip on Alfred’s arm, and was staring deep into Alfred’s eye with his own violet ones, which were getting darker, almost frighteningly so. Alfred felt a little afraid, but only a little. He wasn’t scared of his brother…
…Was he?
Matthew sat up more; wrapping his arms around Alfred’s shoulders; pulling his lips close to Alfred’s ear, hot breath ghosting over it as he whispered
C'est que moi, ô grand moi
Alfred swallowed hard. He was shaky when it came to French, so he had only a vague (and probably wrong) idea of what Matthew had just whispered, but it sounded vaguely songlike, and that was disturbing as well as sexy.
J'ai besoin de ça Plus fort qu'une bombe
Alfred was acutely aware of Matthew trapping him. He was also aware of just how feral Matthew’s eyes were. There was a look passed between Carmen and Matthew, and Carmen laughed.
“Oh look, he’s ready for some more!”
Alfred struggled. Matthew was grinning darkly down at Alfred, and Alfred knew where this whole thing was going.
Je ne veux pas faire semblant T'es celui que j'attends Oh remplis-moi
Alfred gritted his teeth. “No way, Mattie. There’s no way I’m gonna play catcher for you.”
Matthew laughed darkly, kissing Alfred forcefully. Alfred wriggled helplessly, but Matthew was determined, and matched him in strength, even though the Northern Nation rarely showed it. He glances to the side to signal Carmen for aid, but he saw she was gone. He panicked further.
Carmen came back at that point, wearing a grin and something Alfred hadn’t seen before.
“Is that a-?!”
“Strap-on? Yeup,” Carmen responded calm as anything. Matthew was still grinning his wicked grin as he pulled Alfred to a sitting position, and held his brother’s hands as Carmen fished for the handcuffs by the bed. Usually, Alfred didn’t mind being handcuffed because it meant they were playing Cops and robbers, or having fun with some S&M. But this wasn’t looking very favourable for him. At all.
“Mattie…ahhn!” Alfred barely had any time to warm his brother before he came, and hard. He was blinded by the white stars that flashed angrily behind his eyelids, and his pulse furiously beat in his ears. Matthew’s shrill cries followed almost a second behind, and Alfred was aware of a wet heat on his stomach. Carmen panted for a few more moments before she too cried out.
The three became a tangle of bodies and heat as they lay on the bed together, Matthew half curled into Alfred’s body, and Carmen draped half-heartedly over Matthew, her eyes looking deep into Alfred’s. Matthew panted quietly, still trying to take in the full effect of the experience. Carmen brushed some hair out of Alfred’s face, and he grinned back at her with a million dollar smile.
“Did ya like that, hunny?”
“Loved it,” Alfred answered. “That was a great idea.”
“I know, right?” Carmen replied, her face flushed happily. “You two are just so hot together, it should be illegal!”
Alfred laughed loudly. “I’m pretty sure it is.”
“Hey…”
Alfred didn’t hear it at first, so Matthew repeated it. “Hey…”
“Hmm?” Alfred looked down at Matthew.
Matthew’s eyes were still misty, and he licked his lips a little, hungrily. “We’re not done yet.”
Alfred blinked. “Huh?”
Matthew didn’t change his expression. He had a firm grip on Alfred’s arm, and was staring deep into Alfred’s eye with his own violet ones, which were getting darker, almost frighteningly so. Alfred felt a little afraid, but only a little. He wasn’t scared of his brother…
…Was he?
Matthew sat up more; wrapping his arms around Alfred’s shoulders; pulling his lips close to Alfred’s ear, hot breath ghosting over it as he whispered
C'est que moi, ô grand moi
Alfred swallowed hard. He was shaky when it came to French, so he had only a vague (and probably wrong) idea of what Matthew had just whispered, but it sounded vaguely songlike, and that was disturbing as well as sexy.
J'ai besoin de ça
Plus fort qu'une bombe
Alfred was acutely aware of Matthew trapping him. He was also aware of just how feral Matthew’s eyes were. There was a look passed between Carmen and Matthew, and Carmen laughed.
“Oh look, he’s ready for some more!”
Alfred struggled. Matthew was grinning darkly down at Alfred, and Alfred knew where this whole thing was going.
Je ne veux pas faire semblant
T'es celui que j'attends
Oh remplis-moi
Alfred gritted his teeth. “No way, Mattie. There’s no way I’m gonna play catcher for you.”
Matthew laughed darkly, kissing Alfred forcefully. Alfred wriggled helplessly, but Matthew was determined, and matched him in strength, even though the Northern Nation rarely showed it. He glances to the side to signal Carmen for aid, but he saw she was gone. He panicked further.
Carmen came back at that point, wearing a grin and something Alfred hadn’t seen before.
“Is that a-?!”
“Strap-on? Yeup,” Carmen responded calm as anything. Matthew was still grinning his wicked grin as he pulled Alfred to a sitting position, and held his brother’s hands as Carmen fished for the handcuffs by the bed. Usually, Alfred didn’t mind being handcuffed because it meant they were playing Cops and robbers, or having fun with some S&M. But this wasn’t looking very favourable for him. At all.
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