For you, sir (4/9)
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April 29 2010, 21:43:20 UTC
“Snowy fits a shy rabbit, sir,” he informed. Arthur raised a brow.
“Oh, really?” He looked down. Alfred had started to undo his pants as well. He watched him work on the button, then lifted his butt from the desk so that he could pull them down. “I don’t feel shy right now,” he whispered as he kicked off his shoes, leaving the socks as his last garment. He wormed his way back and pressed a foot to Alfred’s stomach. “Take them off.” Alfred blinked. “The socks.” He pulled them off. Arthur leaned back and spread his legs, leaving himself completely open. His gaze lingering on Alfred’s face. “Satisfied?”
Alfred’s eyes slipped down Arthur’s naked body. Satisfied was not the word to describe how he felt, but he had no education in literature, and therefore no better word came him to mind as he nodded and mumbled, “Satisfied indeed, sir.” Arthur wasn’t muscular like himself; he was a lean, fragile man, and the fact that he seemed so breakable appealed to Alfred. He was the strong one. He could push Arthur to the floor and rape him if that was what he wanted. But still he was not the one in control - his body, mind, his every little action belonged to the gentleman sitting in front of him, smirking at him as if he could read his thoughts.
“Touch yourself, lad.” Alfred raised his brows and smiled in disbelief.
“Excuse me?”
“You do know how to jerk off, right?” Alfred still hesitated. Arthur was about to roll his eyes in defeat as he was pushed back to lie on top of the desk, Alfred crawling on top of him. “What in-”
“You want to watch me jerk off, isn’t that right, sir?” Alfred asked and flashed him a smile as he settled above him, a leg on each side of Arthur, “I am giving you a seat on the front row, sir.”
“O-oh…” Arthur looked taken aback, but his expression quickly turned curious as Alfred’s fingers closed around his cock and he slowly started to stroke it. It was so close he could almost feel the pulsing heat from the member. Arthur narrowed his eyes. Alfred had the kind of cock he liked the most; it was meaty, had a fat vein leading up to the dusty purple cockhead, and the little amount of foreskin made it look even bigger. He licked his lips. Great view indeed.
Alfred had found a pace - he slipped his fingers up, down, up, lightly brushed the head with his palm before giving his member a few more strokes. It was all a show for Arthur who was getting needy in his restrained position. He tried moving, but figured he couldn’t due to the length of the desk. With a pout he leaned upwards. “Move in closer,” he commanded.
“Like this, sir?” Alfred stabled himself with a hand above Arthur’s head, hovering close to his mouth. Arthur nodded and wriggled his arms free of his sides to rest his hands at Arthur’s hips. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his balls, receiving a wanted moan in return. He smirked.
“Oh, so you’re sensitive down here, hah?” Arthur lapped out his tongue and gave his balls a long lick before kissing them again, carefully, with closed eyes. Alfred gritted his teeth together and started stroking his cock more furiously.
“Ahh.. Sir, that’s good..” he mumbled encouraging, but Arthur seemed to need none. As he drew back, it was only for a moment, opening his mouth wide and leaned forward again, sucking in as much of his sack as he could, nipping gently when he paused, threw a look up at Alfred. The man was in a bliss. He moaned heavily, not minding making hear able sounds as he spread his legs further, sinking down closer to Arthur’s mouth. “Damn…” The sudden pressure on his lips made Arthur mumble in protest, but his sounds vibrated sweetly through Alfred. “Ahh-!”
“Oh, really?” He looked down. Alfred had started to undo his pants as well. He watched him work on the button, then lifted his butt from the desk so that he could pull them down. “I don’t feel shy right now,” he whispered as he kicked off his shoes, leaving the socks as his last garment. He wormed his way back and pressed a foot to Alfred’s stomach. “Take them off.” Alfred blinked. “The socks.” He pulled them off. Arthur leaned back and spread his legs, leaving himself completely open. His gaze lingering on Alfred’s face. “Satisfied?”
Alfred’s eyes slipped down Arthur’s naked body. Satisfied was not the word to describe how he felt, but he had no education in literature, and therefore no better word came him to mind as he nodded and mumbled, “Satisfied indeed, sir.” Arthur wasn’t muscular like himself; he was a lean, fragile man, and the fact that he seemed so breakable appealed to Alfred. He was the strong one. He could push Arthur to the floor and rape him if that was what he wanted. But still he was not the one in control - his body, mind, his every little action belonged to the gentleman sitting in front of him, smirking at him as if he could read his thoughts.
“Touch yourself, lad.” Alfred raised his brows and smiled in disbelief.
“Excuse me?”
“You do know how to jerk off, right?” Alfred still hesitated. Arthur was about to roll his eyes in defeat as he was pushed back to lie on top of the desk, Alfred crawling on top of him. “What in-”
“You want to watch me jerk off, isn’t that right, sir?” Alfred asked and flashed him a smile as he settled above him, a leg on each side of Arthur, “I am giving you a seat on the front row, sir.”
“O-oh…” Arthur looked taken aback, but his expression quickly turned curious as Alfred’s fingers closed around his cock and he slowly started to stroke it. It was so close he could almost feel the pulsing heat from the member. Arthur narrowed his eyes. Alfred had the kind of cock he liked the most; it was meaty, had a fat vein leading up to the dusty purple cockhead, and the little amount of foreskin made it look even bigger. He licked his lips. Great view indeed.
Alfred had found a pace - he slipped his fingers up, down, up, lightly brushed the head with his palm before giving his member a few more strokes. It was all a show for Arthur who was getting needy in his restrained position. He tried moving, but figured he couldn’t due to the length of the desk. With a pout he leaned upwards. “Move in closer,” he commanded.
“Like this, sir?” Alfred stabled himself with a hand above Arthur’s head, hovering close to his mouth. Arthur nodded and wriggled his arms free of his sides to rest his hands at Arthur’s hips. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his balls, receiving a wanted moan in return. He smirked.
“Oh, so you’re sensitive down here, hah?” Arthur lapped out his tongue and gave his balls a long lick before kissing them again, carefully, with closed eyes. Alfred gritted his teeth together and started stroking his cock more furiously.
“Ahh.. Sir, that’s good..” he mumbled encouraging, but Arthur seemed to need none. As he drew back, it was only for a moment, opening his mouth wide and leaned forward again, sucking in as much of his sack as he could, nipping gently when he paused, threw a look up at Alfred. The man was in a bliss. He moaned heavily, not minding making hear able sounds as he spread his legs further, sinking down closer to Arthur’s mouth. “Damn…” The sudden pressure on his lips made Arthur mumble in protest, but his sounds vibrated sweetly through Alfred. “Ahh-!”
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