Sun Beats - 15 of 16 (asldghads; counting is hard)
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October 10 2010, 06:04:55 UTC
“Oh good,” Alfred said with a nod.
“Is it?”
“Well it’d kinda suck if you weren’t having a good time,” Alfred said, and rolled his eyes for good measure.
“Cocky bastard.”
“No, I think that’s you,” Alfred said, and grinned, then gasped loudly when Arthur shook his frame just with a thrust up into Alfred’s body. “Ah-oh. Arthur.”
“Quiet-won’t your neighbors hear?”
“What neighbors?”
“Hrm,” Arthur grunted.
“Hah,” Alfred panted, and thrust back to meet Arthur’s own movements.
“Oh…”
Arthur almost stumbled a little, back into the water, just from the force of Alfred thrusting back. Alfred forgot his own superhuman strength sometimes, and sometimes Arthur forgot it, too. E lost his footing, just briefly, and slipped away from Alfred. Alfred blinked at him, watched him fall back into the water a bit, and then kind of stumbled after him, grabbing Arthur’s wrist and tugging him close again. Arthur let himself be tugged, up the steps.
Alfred shoved him down onto the steps, grinning at him, leaning down and kissing him. They were both still hard.
“Hey-” he began.
“You really do want me,” Arthur said, as if Alfred letting Arthur fuck him wasn’t proof enough of that. Alfred rolled his eyes again in a duh kind of way.
“What? Obviously.”
“You’re elated.”
“Elated’s a good way to put it, yeah.”
They kind of stumbled together after that, both unsure where to go, what position to settle on-the old one, or not? It ended up being with Arthur sitting there on the steps while Alfred kind of hovered over him, biting his lip in a kind of absent-minded kind of way. Arthur was studying his face-the slope of his eyes, the bite of his cheekbones, the quiet curving of his lips (the only thing about him that was quiet).
“God,” Arthur breathed as Alfred seated himself over Alfred, pushing Arthur’s cock back up into him as he settled his knees on either side of Arthur’s hips. Arthur’s hands lifted, cupped Alfred’s cheeks. “Dear lad, sweet lad. You’re lovely.”
“So you’ve said,” Alfred said, face flushing with happiness and lust.
Arthur pulled him down for a kiss, and whispered other such sentiments against Alfred’s lips until Alfred was pretty sure he’d lose his hard-on because all the blood was rushing to his face. Arthur mouthed the words soundlessly against Alfred’s mouth, and Alfred was okay with that because he knew he was pretty great and if Arthur admitted to that, too, then all the better.
“You make me so hot,” Alfred mumbled, doing Arthur a favor and cutting his unspoken words off before he said something that Arthur wasn’t ready to say, couldn’t say out loud.
Arthur pulled away to blink at him, and then his eyes sank to half-mast.
“You always have,” Alfred said. “Walking around in your sweater-vest thing.”
“Ha ha.”
“I’m serious though,” Alfred whispered as he started lifting himself up against Arthur’s cock and swiveling his hips downward, setting a rhythm. “Sometimes I could just lick you when you wear a suit.”
“Lick me.”
“Yeah.”
“How enticing.”
“Yeah, I know.” Alfred grinned. “It’s kind of dumb, I know.”
“It’s not,” Arthur murmured. “It’s alright, my dear.”
Alfred grinned some more, felt as if he’d never stop grinning now.
Arthur stretched him open as he pushed into him, seemed to rip him in two but it was perfect, it was wonderful-it was Arthur. Arthur was kissing him, murmuring quiet dear lord and sweet Alfred and the ilk. He seemed almost overwhelmed, as if he’d start murmuring really embarrassing things at any moment, because Alfred was just too hot inside for him.
“Do you want me?” Arthur whispered.
“Duh,” Alfred said, and grinned, leaning in to kiss the corner of Arthur’s mouth, to reassure him. “This is a bit far to take a joke, old man.”
“Hrm,” Arthur said, and looked as if he was going to protest the ‘old man’ comment before Alfred kissed him again.
He’d normally be way too embarrassed to ever answer something like that, but the words settled in his stomach and glowed and he felt floaty and perfect and Arthur-Arthur-was fucking him.
“Is it?”
“Well it’d kinda suck if you weren’t having a good time,” Alfred said, and rolled his eyes for good measure.
“Cocky bastard.”
“No, I think that’s you,” Alfred said, and grinned, then gasped loudly when Arthur shook his frame just with a thrust up into Alfred’s body. “Ah-oh. Arthur.”
“Quiet-won’t your neighbors hear?”
“What neighbors?”
“Hrm,” Arthur grunted.
“Hah,” Alfred panted, and thrust back to meet Arthur’s own movements.
“Oh…”
Arthur almost stumbled a little, back into the water, just from the force of Alfred thrusting back. Alfred forgot his own superhuman strength sometimes, and sometimes Arthur forgot it, too. E lost his footing, just briefly, and slipped away from Alfred. Alfred blinked at him, watched him fall back into the water a bit, and then kind of stumbled after him, grabbing Arthur’s wrist and tugging him close again. Arthur let himself be tugged, up the steps.
Alfred shoved him down onto the steps, grinning at him, leaning down and kissing him. They were both still hard.
“Hey-” he began.
“You really do want me,” Arthur said, as if Alfred letting Arthur fuck him wasn’t proof enough of that. Alfred rolled his eyes again in a duh kind of way.
“What? Obviously.”
“You’re elated.”
“Elated’s a good way to put it, yeah.”
They kind of stumbled together after that, both unsure where to go, what position to settle on-the old one, or not? It ended up being with Arthur sitting there on the steps while Alfred kind of hovered over him, biting his lip in a kind of absent-minded kind of way. Arthur was studying his face-the slope of his eyes, the bite of his cheekbones, the quiet curving of his lips (the only thing about him that was quiet).
“God,” Arthur breathed as Alfred seated himself over Alfred, pushing Arthur’s cock back up into him as he settled his knees on either side of Arthur’s hips. Arthur’s hands lifted, cupped Alfred’s cheeks. “Dear lad, sweet lad. You’re lovely.”
“So you’ve said,” Alfred said, face flushing with happiness and lust.
Arthur pulled him down for a kiss, and whispered other such sentiments against Alfred’s lips until Alfred was pretty sure he’d lose his hard-on because all the blood was rushing to his face. Arthur mouthed the words soundlessly against Alfred’s mouth, and Alfred was okay with that because he knew he was pretty great and if Arthur admitted to that, too, then all the better.
“You make me so hot,” Alfred mumbled, doing Arthur a favor and cutting his unspoken words off before he said something that Arthur wasn’t ready to say, couldn’t say out loud.
Arthur pulled away to blink at him, and then his eyes sank to half-mast.
“You always have,” Alfred said. “Walking around in your sweater-vest thing.”
“Ha ha.”
“I’m serious though,” Alfred whispered as he started lifting himself up against Arthur’s cock and swiveling his hips downward, setting a rhythm. “Sometimes I could just lick you when you wear a suit.”
“Lick me.”
“Yeah.”
“How enticing.”
“Yeah, I know.” Alfred grinned. “It’s kind of dumb, I know.”
“It’s not,” Arthur murmured. “It’s alright, my dear.”
Alfred grinned some more, felt as if he’d never stop grinning now.
Arthur stretched him open as he pushed into him, seemed to rip him in two but it was perfect, it was wonderful-it was Arthur. Arthur was kissing him, murmuring quiet dear lord and sweet Alfred and the ilk. He seemed almost overwhelmed, as if he’d start murmuring really embarrassing things at any moment, because Alfred was just too hot inside for him.
“Do you want me?” Arthur whispered.
“Duh,” Alfred said, and grinned, leaning in to kiss the corner of Arthur’s mouth, to reassure him. “This is a bit far to take a joke, old man.”
“Hrm,” Arthur said, and looked as if he was going to protest the ‘old man’ comment before Alfred kissed him again.
He’d normally be way too embarrassed to ever answer something like that, but the words settled in his stomach and glowed and he felt floaty and perfect and Arthur-Arthur-was fucking him.
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