For you, sir (2/?)
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April 29 2010, 21:40:38 UTC
“Do you remember how you said I smelled like a rabbit?” Alfred smiled slightly.
“Yes, sir, I do remember.”
“What did I tell you about rabbits, lad?”
“You said that they flee, sir.”
“Yes. That’s true. They search for safety. But there’s something else about rabbits that fits me very well..” Arthur walked to stand behind him. Alfred opened his eyes and held his breath. “Have a guess.”
“I-I… I am not sure, sir.”
“Have you ever seen two rabbits fuck?” Arthur pressed his nose to Alfred’s back. It rested between his shoulder blades, and Alfred could almost feel the other chuckling from the vibrations going through his body. He grinned.
“I must admit that I might have seen that, sir.”
“They have an.. interesting sex drive, those small animals.” He held a pause. “So do I.”
“Sir, may I ask a question?”
“Go ahead.”
“What does your sex drive has to do with my obedience, sir?” Arthur seemed to hesitate. He moved away from Alfred’s back and went to his front again. In his hands he was holding a cup of water.
“You should’ve showed up at my office. You never did.” Alfred’s eyes widened.
“That, sir? But I was so sure that you were joking, sir!” Arthur grabbed him by the collar, ripped him a step forward and pressed his nose to his as he hissed,
“I never joke about sex, lad. That you better learn.” Alfred was released. He straightened up with startled eyes. So that was the whole deal! Arthur took a sip of the water, looking away as if he was slightly embarrassed though no shyness was shown in his face. Alfred couldn’t help but smile.
“Sir, I never meant to turn you down-”
“Are you thirsty?” Arthur interrupted him and held up the cup for him to see. Alfred hesitated, but then nodded. “Too bad.” He took another sip of the water, gazing up at him through his fluttering eyelashes, “for so am I.” Alfred licked his dry lips.
“Is this another part of my punishment, sir?”
“You go figure that out yourself, big boy.” He stepped in closer, holding the cup with one hand while his other arm sneaked around Alfred’s neck. He pressed their chests together which forced Alfred to drop his hat. “Hold me,” Arthur demanded, and Alfred’s arms immediately swung around Arthur’s smaller frame. Arthur took another sip of the cup, but this time he leaned in and nudged for Alfred to do the same. As he hesitatingly pressed his lips to his sir’s, Arthur parted his lips with his tongue and shoved the water into the other’s mouth. Alfred quickly swallowed the liquid and sighed happily, drew a little back and waited for his next mouthful. But it never came. Instead Arthur turned the cup upside-down above Alfred’s head and chuckled as he squeaked in surprise as the cold water hit him.
“Sir!”
“Mhmm, you deserved that,” he chuckled. He threw the cup aside, not caring for its well-being, then slipped his other arm around Alfred’s broad shoulders. “Carry me to the desk.” Alfred complied; he slipped an arm down under his butt and one around his back, waited until Arthur had adjusted himself with his legs resting at his hips, and then walked towards the desk with heavy, but secure steps. Arthur pressed his cheeks to Alfred’s and rested his lips at his earlobe, and just as they were about to reach the desk, he changed his mind, “To the sofa.” Alfred turned to walk to the sofa, but again Arthur was just about to be set down as he came up with a new wish, “The desk again.” Alfred pulled him in closer and grinned.
“Yes, sir, I do remember.”
“What did I tell you about rabbits, lad?”
“You said that they flee, sir.”
“Yes. That’s true. They search for safety. But there’s something else about rabbits that fits me very well..” Arthur walked to stand behind him. Alfred opened his eyes and held his breath. “Have a guess.”
“I-I… I am not sure, sir.”
“Have you ever seen two rabbits fuck?” Arthur pressed his nose to Alfred’s back. It rested between his shoulder blades, and Alfred could almost feel the other chuckling from the vibrations going through his body. He grinned.
“I must admit that I might have seen that, sir.”
“They have an.. interesting sex drive, those small animals.” He held a pause. “So do I.”
“Sir, may I ask a question?”
“Go ahead.”
“What does your sex drive has to do with my obedience, sir?” Arthur seemed to hesitate. He moved away from Alfred’s back and went to his front again. In his hands he was holding a cup of water.
“You should’ve showed up at my office. You never did.” Alfred’s eyes widened.
“That, sir? But I was so sure that you were joking, sir!” Arthur grabbed him by the collar, ripped him a step forward and pressed his nose to his as he hissed,
“I never joke about sex, lad. That you better learn.” Alfred was released. He straightened up with startled eyes. So that was the whole deal! Arthur took a sip of the water, looking away as if he was slightly embarrassed though no shyness was shown in his face. Alfred couldn’t help but smile.
“Sir, I never meant to turn you down-”
“Are you thirsty?” Arthur interrupted him and held up the cup for him to see. Alfred hesitated, but then nodded. “Too bad.” He took another sip of the water, gazing up at him through his fluttering eyelashes, “for so am I.” Alfred licked his dry lips.
“Is this another part of my punishment, sir?”
“You go figure that out yourself, big boy.” He stepped in closer, holding the cup with one hand while his other arm sneaked around Alfred’s neck. He pressed their chests together which forced Alfred to drop his hat. “Hold me,” Arthur demanded, and Alfred’s arms immediately swung around Arthur’s smaller frame. Arthur took another sip of the cup, but this time he leaned in and nudged for Alfred to do the same. As he hesitatingly pressed his lips to his sir’s, Arthur parted his lips with his tongue and shoved the water into the other’s mouth. Alfred quickly swallowed the liquid and sighed happily, drew a little back and waited for his next mouthful. But it never came. Instead Arthur turned the cup upside-down above Alfred’s head and chuckled as he squeaked in surprise as the cold water hit him.
“Sir!”
“Mhmm, you deserved that,” he chuckled. He threw the cup aside, not caring for its well-being, then slipped his other arm around Alfred’s broad shoulders. “Carry me to the desk.” Alfred complied; he slipped an arm down under his butt and one around his back, waited until Arthur had adjusted himself with his legs resting at his hips, and then walked towards the desk with heavy, but secure steps. Arthur pressed his cheeks to Alfred’s and rested his lips at his earlobe, and just as they were about to reach the desk, he changed his mind, “To the sofa.” Alfred turned to walk to the sofa, but again Arthur was just about to be set down as he came up with a new wish, “The desk again.” Alfred pulled him in closer and grinned.
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