15 minutes of pleasure (1/3)
anonymous
May 1 2010, 19:18:52 UTC
Note: Well.. since you asked =u= (Please note that I am using their names though they don't know each others names yet.. Just because it's easier to write that way, and, well, WE know what they're named~)
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Arthur’s lips locked with Alfred’s, and the taste wasn’t all that bad - fresh booze and a hint of tobacco. Probably a closet-smoker. As he slipped the tip of his tongue in between his lips, he opened easily and drew in a sharp breath through his nose. It sounded animalistic, and the way his muscular chest was forcing Arthur back down onto the seat, he could very well had been such.
Arthur’s arms locked around the other’s broad shoulders. He grabbed a hold of his hair and twisted the golden locks between his fingers. Did he want him to be more gentle, more loving, more like a boyfriend? - he had no time to ask, it wasn’t possible for him to get a word across his lips as Alfred attacked his neck with harsh bites.
“Don’t leave marks,” Arthur sunk his nails down into Alfred’s back, but after a few hesitating seconds he added, “unless you’re willing to pay for doing them.”
“Just calculate the price afterwards, okay?” Alfred was undoing his shirt. Arthur, afraid of the other clumsily ripping off one of his buttons, shoved his hands away and pulled it over his head instead, threw it randomly somewhere in the front.
“What do you want?” Arthur clicked his belt open and unzipped his pants. He was watching Alfred’s flustered face hovering above him. He licked his lips and smirked. “Hah? What’re you up for tonight, big boy?” He reached up and ran the tips of his fingers down his cheeks. Alfred wrinkled his brows and steadied himself with a hand on each side of Arthur. The doubt in his face was clear - he had no fucking clue what he wanted from the other. Arthur rolled his eyes and kicked the pants off, reached down and grabbed the bulge clearly showing between Alfred’s legs. “How about I suck you off first, hah?” Alfred nodded. Arthur nudged for him to get off of him so that he could get to his crotch.
Alfred seated himself with one leg lying across the backseat, the other hanging down from the seat. Arthur settled between his legs as he zipped his pants down and wriggled them off. Alfred wasn’t much help. Arthur couldn’t help but ponder if this was his first time doing a manly prostitute.
“Mhm, nice.” A line of dick-clichés were piling up in his throat as he unwrapped Alfred’s dick by tugging down his underwear. Arthur realised that most moans would fit this man’s member; it was long, meaty, wet with pre-cum and - most important of all - it was clean. It smelled of rough man and soap. ‘You’re so big,’ or ‘I can’t wait to get a taste’ or ‘That won’t fit in my mouth’. Which should he use first? Alfred’s fingers dug deep down into his hair, and he prodded for him to look up. His green eyes met Alfred’s hazy gaze.
“None of that porny stuff,” he demanded, “just suck it.” Arthur grinned.
“Yes, sir.”
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Alfred wasn’t new to buying his way to an orgasm, but it had been a while since a professional tongue like Arthur’s had circled his cockhead. The wet sound of his slick tongue crossing his skin was a sweet melody for his ears, and he straightened up even more to get a better view of what was going on.
Arthur was stretching his lips wide. And now he engulfed him.
“Fuck!” Alfred moaned loudly as his cock slipped into Arthur’s wet mouth. His tongue was worming its way up the backside of his member, and his blood was pumping thrilled. He loved the way Arthur did his work - opened his eyes, widened them a little, closed them as he swallowed and took in more of his cock, clenched his wet throat around his meat and almost gagged. Alfred reached down to take a hold of Arthur’s cheeks. With his head locked firmly between his hands, he sat up completely and drew Arthur’s head in closer. The bloke complied. Through his fluttering eyelashes he sent him a naughty wink.
15 minutes of pleasure (2/3)
anonymous
May 1 2010, 19:21:14 UTC
Alfred couldn’t get all the way in in the first go. His cockhead bumped against the back of Arthur’s throat, and as he man started coughing, the pleasure was gone and he pulled back for a second to allow him to breath. Then he went back in again. “Yes…” His s turned slurry as he watched his cock disappear down Arthur’s thigh throat, and he slipped a hand down to feel how it stretched to take him in. The pleasure was unbearable, just like the sounds the other was making trying to breath through his nose, so Alfred closed his last way of getting air by closing two fingers around the nostrils and pressing them together.
Success. Arthur complied with his wish as first, bobbin his head up and down as he pleasured Alfred, but slowly the lack of oxygen was getting to him, and his cheeks were heating up, and his eyebrows wrinkled in discomfort.
Alfred felt a rush of power go through him, and it wasn’t until Arthur’s teeth started scraping his sensitive skin that he let go of him and allowed him to pull back and gasp in air.
“Fucker,” Arthur whispered hoarse and wiped his lips off in his arm while glaring back at Alfred. Alfred winked at him and scooted back.
“I think I am ready to fuck you.”
*
Arthur’s throat was still hurting from the rough treatment it had just been going through, but thinking of the cigarette he would please it with in a moment made it relax. He flashed the younger a smile as he informed he was ready to go on with the act. He wasn’t going to waste too much time on the foreplay, and that just made Arthur sigh in bliss.
“I only do it with a condom,” he said and reached down for his pants. Alfred just shrugged and caught the wrapped package Arthur threw him. As he started slipping on the condom, Arthur used the time to prepare himself.
“Let me watch.” Arthur turned his back to Alfred and kneeled. He had kept the lube that had been lying in the same pocket as the condom, and now he opened the small bottle with a pop and poured some of it out on his fingers. It was cold, even colder as he reached back to finger himself. Alfred had gotten the condom on and was jerking himself off meanwhile. Arthur pressed his cheek to the upholstered backseat and closed his eyes and the first two fingers slipped in.
“Ahh…” The moan had been honest. He was a slut. He didn’t care. He loved the feeling of being stretched wide and - oh, yes, right there - getting his prostate rubbed until he could see stars in pleasure. He wriggled his butt back, closer to Alfred as he added a third finger. He threw a look over his shoulder. “Give me a hand?” Alfred leaned in and grabbed his buttcheeks, spread them and licked his lips in delight of the sight of Arthur’s pink pucker. But nothing happened. “Damn it-!”
*
Alfred didn’t know why, but Arthur’s harsh attitude made him hard and needy. Most whores were all talk, but the man’s personality was shining through, and it was attractive. The hoarse ‘Damn it-!’ made him snap out of his daydreaming, and he leaned forward as he slid his tongue up across Arthur’s sensitive skin. The man let go of a gasp and wriggled in closer as he slipped his fingers out to give Alfred more room. He was going to use it. Three long, wet strokes with his tongue, a little teasing with the tip of his thumbs, the prostitute was turning into a moaning mess in front of him.
15 minutes of pleasure (2½/3)
anonymous
May 1 2010, 19:44:42 UTC
Arthur offered him the lube. He grabbed it and slipped some onto himself. Gave his cock a few strokes, then -
“Sit down on me, I want to be ridden.” Alfred moved back. Arthur turned around. His face was pink, and surprisingly needy. Was he enjoying this? No emotional distance. It was somewhat fun, but Alfred didn’t have the time to comment on it, for Arthur settled himself with a leg on each side of him and then seated himself down onto his cock.
He was so warm. Arthur’s inners were burning and slick and it was nothing like being sucked by his throat. It was four times better. Five. Alfred gasped as the head of his cock slipped in and Arthur’s muscles tightened around him. He grabbed him by the sides and looked up at his back. His spine was standing out from the rest of his body, as if it was trying to break his skin. As the man threw a look over his shoulder, Alfred almost found him stunning.
Arthur slammed down onto him. He went all the way in, groaning in desire. The man allowed himself no time to settle around his cock, he got up and went down again, grinded, gasped, up, down, grind, circled. Alfred pressed his forehead against his shoulder and moaned shamelessly. Fuck, he was doing his job well.
Arthur was bouncing on top of him. Alfred slipped his hands forward, down and took a hold of his cock.
*
Arthur gasped as Alfred’s fingers suddenly wrapped themselves around his dick. He wasn’t used to being given treats like this, and when he was, it was mostly by a greasy, old man who couldn’ t make him cum anyway. He could use Viagra, but he didn’t want to. He wasn’t going to poison himself just because he was a prostitute.
But this guy wasn’t old, he wasn’t greasy, but he was very manly indeed. As he sat up, Arthur could feel his muscular chest against his fragile back. It shouldn’t make him feel good, but it did. He liked strong men. He needed them.
“Ngh!” Arthur couldn’t silence his moan completely as he sat back down and had Alfred’s cockhead hammer against his sweet spot. He threw his head back and gasped in a mouthful of air.
“Did that feel good?” Alfred’s slick voice asked him, whispering hotly against his ear, and Arthur turned his head and silence his irritation mouth with his own. He was being stroked. Jerked off. Alfred was starting to get it, lifting his hips up to meet his thrusts. It was getting too much. He couldn’t cum. He shouldn’t cum. Especially not until Alfred had! He reached down and squeezed his own balls discreetly to get a pain that would make him distract from his own pleasure. It didn’t help much. He needed another plan.
Arthur freed himself from Alfred’s lips and sent him a lusty pair of eyes. “How about you blow your load down my throat?” Alfred needed no encouragement. He pushed Arthur forward and rolled off the condom. It was thrown randomly somewhere down on the floor. Arthur turned around and took in his cock with no hesitation. The sharp metallic taste of cum was showing already, and he bobbed his head up and down in a hurried motion. Above him Alfred was letting go of sweet moans, and as his fingers suddenly pushed his head down, he knew the man was close. He closed his eyes as his nose rested at the other’s pubic hair, lapped his tongue up the shaft in a single motion and felt Alfred’s cock throb in his throat. He came. Five filled times, Arthur moved his head back as he willingly swallowed it all.
“Oh yeah, man… Eat it all..“ Alfred’s moans filled the room. He grunted, slipped free of Arthur’s lips and smeared the remaining sperm off in his face. Arthur let him with a smirk.
“Good?”
“Super.” Alfred moved back. He drew in a few heavy mouthfuls of air. Arthur wiped his lips off on his arm before reaching for his shirt. He slipped the crumbled thing on.
“Money,” he demanded and reached down for his pants. Alfred threw him his wallet.
15 minutes of pleasure (3/3)
anonymous
May 1 2010, 19:45:40 UTC
“Just take whatever.” Arthur quirked a brow at him. Alfred shrugged. “I can afford it.” Arthur opened his wallet and took whatever bank notes he could see. Didn’t count them, just slipped them down into a random pocket of his jeans.
“A pleasure serving you, mate. If you ever come to town again -” Arthur winked at him and kicked the door open even before he had his pants on. Alfred said nothing, and Arthur disappeared in the night. He ran across the cold parking lot, around the fence and stopped at the public toilet. No one. He was lucky. Closed the door behind, fell to sit on the toilet seat as he started to jerk himself off. He came quickly, hard, he had needed it. “Damn…” Arthur leaned against the wall with a sigh as he felt a shameful blush creep across his cheeks. “Since when have I turned into a pussy…”
So hot!! Well done anon, this was amazing! I hope you know how addictive your writing is <3 I sorta couldn't help but think that it was cute that Arthur denied to show any weakness even when having sex <3 This was a great extra, anon!
Glad you liked it, OP! For I kind of had the choice between writing the next chapter or doing this scene. But since there hadn't been any sex yet, I chose to do this scene. <3
Re: 15 minutes of pleasure (3/3)
anonymous
May 1 2010, 23:20:54 UTC
It seems that my comments have spawned other comments which have spawned porn! Yay!
This was hot, but it also kept with the situation well too. I like how Arthur was thinking about what cliche and slutty things he should do or say. And the ending was perfect, and somewhat hilarious.
I agree it would have been jarring to include it in the fic itself though. But I'm still happy we got to see this. :3
capthca: Malthus technology, I suppose Arthur is pretty miserable and gay prostitute so I guess that does prevent population growth...
Re: 15 minutes of pleasure (3/3)
anonymous
May 2 2010, 10:55:45 UTC
Wow I can't believe you did this because of me asked/suggested!
Weeeeewt!!! Anon (not OP, but OP of the 'suggestion') is HAPPY!! HAPPY!! I'm floating away here with love! <33 Thank you for writing this *-* Brb drooling forever.
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Arthur’s lips locked with Alfred’s, and the taste wasn’t all that bad - fresh booze and a hint of tobacco. Probably a closet-smoker. As he slipped the tip of his tongue in between his lips, he opened easily and drew in a sharp breath through his nose. It sounded animalistic, and the way his muscular chest was forcing Arthur back down onto the seat, he could very well had been such.
Arthur’s arms locked around the other’s broad shoulders. He grabbed a hold of his hair and twisted the golden locks between his fingers. Did he want him to be more gentle, more loving, more like a boyfriend? - he had no time to ask, it wasn’t possible for him to get a word across his lips as Alfred attacked his neck with harsh bites.
“Don’t leave marks,” Arthur sunk his nails down into Alfred’s back, but after a few hesitating seconds he added, “unless you’re willing to pay for doing them.”
“Just calculate the price afterwards, okay?” Alfred was undoing his shirt. Arthur, afraid of the other clumsily ripping off one of his buttons, shoved his hands away and pulled it over his head instead, threw it randomly somewhere in the front.
“What do you want?” Arthur clicked his belt open and unzipped his pants. He was watching Alfred’s flustered face hovering above him. He licked his lips and smirked. “Hah? What’re you up for tonight, big boy?” He reached up and ran the tips of his fingers down his cheeks. Alfred wrinkled his brows and steadied himself with a hand on each side of Arthur. The doubt in his face was clear - he had no fucking clue what he wanted from the other. Arthur rolled his eyes and kicked the pants off, reached down and grabbed the bulge clearly showing between Alfred’s legs. “How about I suck you off first, hah?” Alfred nodded. Arthur nudged for him to get off of him so that he could get to his crotch.
Alfred seated himself with one leg lying across the backseat, the other hanging down from the seat. Arthur settled between his legs as he zipped his pants down and wriggled them off. Alfred wasn’t much help. Arthur couldn’t help but ponder if this was his first time doing a manly prostitute.
“Mhm, nice.” A line of dick-clichés were piling up in his throat as he unwrapped Alfred’s dick by tugging down his underwear. Arthur realised that most moans would fit this man’s member; it was long, meaty, wet with pre-cum and - most important of all - it was clean. It smelled of rough man and soap. ‘You’re so big,’ or ‘I can’t wait to get a taste’ or ‘That won’t fit in my mouth’. Which should he use first? Alfred’s fingers dug deep down into his hair, and he prodded for him to look up. His green eyes met Alfred’s hazy gaze.
“None of that porny stuff,” he demanded, “just suck it.” Arthur grinned.
“Yes, sir.”
*
Alfred wasn’t new to buying his way to an orgasm, but it had been a while since a professional tongue like Arthur’s had circled his cockhead. The wet sound of his slick tongue crossing his skin was a sweet melody for his ears, and he straightened up even more to get a better view of what was going on.
Arthur was stretching his lips wide. And now he engulfed him.
“Fuck!” Alfred moaned loudly as his cock slipped into Arthur’s wet mouth. His tongue was worming its way up the backside of his member, and his blood was pumping thrilled. He loved the way Arthur did his work - opened his eyes, widened them a little, closed them as he swallowed and took in more of his cock, clenched his wet throat around his meat and almost gagged. Alfred reached down to take a hold of Arthur’s cheeks. With his head locked firmly between his hands, he sat up completely and drew Arthur’s head in closer. The bloke complied. Through his fluttering eyelashes he sent him a naughty wink.
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Success. Arthur complied with his wish as first, bobbin his head up and down as he pleasured Alfred, but slowly the lack of oxygen was getting to him, and his cheeks were heating up, and his eyebrows wrinkled in discomfort.
Alfred felt a rush of power go through him, and it wasn’t until Arthur’s teeth started scraping his sensitive skin that he let go of him and allowed him to pull back and gasp in air.
“Fucker,” Arthur whispered hoarse and wiped his lips off in his arm while glaring back at Alfred. Alfred winked at him and scooted back.
“I think I am ready to fuck you.”
*
Arthur’s throat was still hurting from the rough treatment it had just been going through, but thinking of the cigarette he would please it with in a moment made it relax. He flashed the younger a smile as he informed he was ready to go on with the act. He wasn’t going to waste too much time on the foreplay, and that just made Arthur sigh in bliss.
“I only do it with a condom,” he said and reached down for his pants. Alfred just shrugged and caught the wrapped package Arthur threw him. As he started slipping on the condom, Arthur used the time to prepare himself.
“Let me watch.” Arthur turned his back to Alfred and kneeled. He had kept the lube that had been lying in the same pocket as the condom, and now he opened the small bottle with a pop and poured some of it out on his fingers. It was cold, even colder as he reached back to finger himself. Alfred had gotten the condom on and was jerking himself off meanwhile. Arthur pressed his cheek to the upholstered backseat and closed his eyes and the first two fingers slipped in.
“Ahh…” The moan had been honest. He was a slut. He didn’t care. He loved the feeling of being stretched wide and - oh, yes, right there - getting his prostate rubbed until he could see stars in pleasure. He wriggled his butt back, closer to Alfred as he added a third finger. He threw a look over his shoulder. “Give me a hand?” Alfred leaned in and grabbed his buttcheeks, spread them and licked his lips in delight of the sight of Arthur’s pink pucker. But nothing happened. “Damn it-!”
*
Alfred didn’t know why, but Arthur’s harsh attitude made him hard and needy. Most whores were all talk, but the man’s personality was shining through, and it was attractive. The hoarse ‘Damn it-!’ made him snap out of his daydreaming, and he leaned forward as he slid his tongue up across Arthur’s sensitive skin. The man let go of a gasp and wriggled in closer as he slipped his fingers out to give Alfred more room. He was going to use it. Three long, wet strokes with his tongue, a little teasing with the tip of his thumbs, the prostitute was turning into a moaning mess in front of him.
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“Sit down on me, I want to be ridden.” Alfred moved back. Arthur turned around. His face was pink, and surprisingly needy. Was he enjoying this? No emotional distance. It was somewhat fun, but Alfred didn’t have the time to comment on it, for Arthur settled himself with a leg on each side of him and then seated himself down onto his cock.
He was so warm. Arthur’s inners were burning and slick and it was nothing like being sucked by his throat. It was four times better. Five. Alfred gasped as the head of his cock slipped in and Arthur’s muscles tightened around him. He grabbed him by the sides and looked up at his back. His spine was standing out from the rest of his body, as if it was trying to break his skin. As the man threw a look over his shoulder, Alfred almost found him stunning.
Arthur slammed down onto him. He went all the way in, groaning in desire. The man allowed himself no time to settle around his cock, he got up and went down again, grinded, gasped, up, down, grind, circled. Alfred pressed his forehead against his shoulder and moaned shamelessly. Fuck, he was doing his job well.
Arthur was bouncing on top of him. Alfred slipped his hands forward, down and took a hold of his cock.
*
Arthur gasped as Alfred’s fingers suddenly wrapped themselves around his dick. He wasn’t used to being given treats like this, and when he was, it was mostly by a greasy, old man who couldn’ t make him cum anyway. He could use Viagra, but he didn’t want to. He wasn’t going to poison himself just because he was a prostitute.
But this guy wasn’t old, he wasn’t greasy, but he was very manly indeed. As he sat up, Arthur could feel his muscular chest against his fragile back. It shouldn’t make him feel good, but it did. He liked strong men. He needed them.
“Ngh!” Arthur couldn’t silence his moan completely as he sat back down and had Alfred’s cockhead hammer against his sweet spot. He threw his head back and gasped in a mouthful of air.
“Did that feel good?” Alfred’s slick voice asked him, whispering hotly against his ear, and Arthur turned his head and silence his irritation mouth with his own. He was being stroked. Jerked off. Alfred was starting to get it, lifting his hips up to meet his thrusts. It was getting too much. He couldn’t cum. He shouldn’t cum. Especially not until Alfred had! He reached down and squeezed his own balls discreetly to get a pain that would make him distract from his own pleasure. It didn’t help much. He needed another plan.
Arthur freed himself from Alfred’s lips and sent him a lusty pair of eyes. “How about you blow your load down my throat?” Alfred needed no encouragement. He pushed Arthur forward and rolled off the condom. It was thrown randomly somewhere down on the floor. Arthur turned around and took in his cock with no hesitation. The sharp metallic taste of cum was showing already, and he bobbed his head up and down in a hurried motion. Above him Alfred was letting go of sweet moans, and as his fingers suddenly pushed his head down, he knew the man was close. He closed his eyes as his nose rested at the other’s pubic hair, lapped his tongue up the shaft in a single motion and felt Alfred’s cock throb in his throat. He came. Five filled times, Arthur moved his head back as he willingly swallowed it all.
“Oh yeah, man… Eat it all..“ Alfred’s moans filled the room. He grunted, slipped free of Arthur’s lips and smeared the remaining sperm off in his face. Arthur let him with a smirk.
“Good?”
“Super.” Alfred moved back. He drew in a few heavy mouthfuls of air. Arthur wiped his lips off on his arm before reaching for his shirt. He slipped the crumbled thing on.
“Money,” he demanded and reached down for his pants. Alfred threw him his wallet.
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“A pleasure serving you, mate. If you ever come to town again -” Arthur winked at him and kicked the door open even before he had his pants on. Alfred said nothing, and Arthur disappeared in the night. He ran across the cold parking lot, around the fence and stopped at the public toilet. No one. He was lucky. Closed the door behind, fell to sit on the toilet seat as he started to jerk himself off. He came quickly, hard, he had needed it. “Damn…” Arthur leaned against the wall with a sigh as he felt a shameful blush creep across his cheeks. “Since when have I turned into a pussy…”
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I hope you know how addictive your writing
is <3 I sorta couldn't help but think that it
was cute that Arthur denied to show any weakness
even when having sex <3 This was a great extra, anon!
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The OP is damn right, your writing is addictive though it's a drug I'll gladly subdue to any time.
And the title... *snort*
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This was hot, but it also kept with the situation well too. I like how Arthur was thinking about what cliche and slutty things he should do or say. And the ending was perfect, and somewhat hilarious.
I agree it would have been jarring to include it in the fic itself though. But I'm still happy we got to see this. :3
capthca: Malthus technology, I suppose Arthur is pretty miserable and gay prostitute so I guess that does prevent population growth...
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Now I can patiently wait for the next parts _^_
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Weeeeewt!!! Anon (not OP, but OP of the 'suggestion') is HAPPY!! HAPPY!! I'm floating away here with love! <33 Thank you for writing this *-* Brb drooling forever.
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