For you, sir (3/?)
anonymous
April 29 2010, 21:41:58 UTC
“If I may speak my thoughts out loud, sir, then I must say that you’re a sneaky fellow.”
“Of course I am. I am enjoying myself,” he purred as he was finally sat down on top of his work-desk. “As I said, you’re here to be punished.” He leaned a little back and crossed his legs with a smirk. Alfred, now dripping both water and sweat, looked at him, waiting for his next order. He ran his fingers through his blond hair and tilted his head a little to the side.
“Still hot?”
“A bit from the workout, sir.”
“Then strip.” Alfred blinked.
“Sir?”
“Strip. Take off your clothes. Be naked,” Arthur explained and raised a brow as if he was questioning Alfred’s intelligence. The stable boy shrugged, moved a step back and then pulled his shirt off, revealing his sunburnt, muscular chest. Arthur licked his lips and nodded as if he was agreeing with the sight. “The trousers.” Alfred’s fingers hesitated, but then his lips curved up into a haughty smile, and he straightened up while taking his good time undoing the pants. Arthur leaned a little forward.
“Impatient, sir?” Alfred winked at him. Arthur sloped his head to the side without answering. Alfred hummed and pushed the pants down to hang loose at his ankles before he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He was now completely naked, but not the least shy. Rather he straightened up and rested his hands at his hips while proudly showing off his body. Arthur was watching him shamelessly, licking his lips while eating up every little detail. Alfred stretched his arms high above his head and grinned.
“Come over here,” Arthur guided and moved to sit at the edge of the desk. Alfred strolled over to him and slipped his arms around his waist, leaned in for a kiss he never got. “Not yet,” Arthur mumbled and held up a hand to stop Alfred. He lightly pushed the tips of his fingers to his lower lip and smiled. “First, undress me.”
“What if someone enters, sir?” Arthur poked his nose.
“Then you’ll be in trouble, lad.”
“How egoistical.”
“Mind your manners.”
“Sorry - how egoistical, sir.”
“Better.” Arthur wriggled free of his jacket. “Unbutton my shirt.” Alfred fingers locked around the first button which snapped open, revealing the other’s deep collarbones. He quickly undid the rest, slipping Arthur’s shirt open and pulled it over his shoulders.
Arthur’s skin was soft and untouched. As Alfred slipped his fingers across his stomach to watch the muscles clench underneath his touch, he couldn’t help but notice the difference in their skin colour. His was golden brow, Arthur’s ghostly white. Arthur seemed to had noticed, too, for he leaned in and took a hold of Alfred’s hand between his own, brought the fingers to his lips and kissed each of them before smiling. “I wish I could leave this mansion more, go out and get kissed by the sun like you.” Alfred shook his head.
“Of course I am. I am enjoying myself,” he purred as he was finally sat down on top of his work-desk. “As I said, you’re here to be punished.” He leaned a little back and crossed his legs with a smirk. Alfred, now dripping both water and sweat, looked at him, waiting for his next order. He ran his fingers through his blond hair and tilted his head a little to the side.
“Still hot?”
“A bit from the workout, sir.”
“Then strip.” Alfred blinked.
“Sir?”
“Strip. Take off your clothes. Be naked,” Arthur explained and raised a brow as if he was questioning Alfred’s intelligence. The stable boy shrugged, moved a step back and then pulled his shirt off, revealing his sunburnt, muscular chest. Arthur licked his lips and nodded as if he was agreeing with the sight. “The trousers.” Alfred’s fingers hesitated, but then his lips curved up into a haughty smile, and he straightened up while taking his good time undoing the pants. Arthur leaned a little forward.
“Impatient, sir?” Alfred winked at him. Arthur sloped his head to the side without answering. Alfred hummed and pushed the pants down to hang loose at his ankles before he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He was now completely naked, but not the least shy. Rather he straightened up and rested his hands at his hips while proudly showing off his body. Arthur was watching him shamelessly, licking his lips while eating up every little detail. Alfred stretched his arms high above his head and grinned.
“Come over here,” Arthur guided and moved to sit at the edge of the desk. Alfred strolled over to him and slipped his arms around his waist, leaned in for a kiss he never got. “Not yet,” Arthur mumbled and held up a hand to stop Alfred. He lightly pushed the tips of his fingers to his lower lip and smiled. “First, undress me.”
“What if someone enters, sir?” Arthur poked his nose.
“Then you’ll be in trouble, lad.”
“How egoistical.”
“Mind your manners.”
“Sorry - how egoistical, sir.”
“Better.” Arthur wriggled free of his jacket. “Unbutton my shirt.” Alfred fingers locked around the first button which snapped open, revealing the other’s deep collarbones. He quickly undid the rest, slipping Arthur’s shirt open and pulled it over his shoulders.
Arthur’s skin was soft and untouched. As Alfred slipped his fingers across his stomach to watch the muscles clench underneath his touch, he couldn’t help but notice the difference in their skin colour. His was golden brow, Arthur’s ghostly white. Arthur seemed to had noticed, too, for he leaned in and took a hold of Alfred’s hand between his own, brought the fingers to his lips and kissed each of them before smiling. “I wish I could leave this mansion more, go out and get kissed by the sun like you.” Alfred shook his head.
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