If It Fits, Add More! [11d/?]
anonymous
October 11 2010, 03:06:41 UTC
And then Ivan would be scarlet and stuttering. Alfred would have to help him relax, pushing their lips together, before Ivan would stutter out a husky, “Da.”
Alfred would smile, and Ivan would peak up at him, while Alfred pulled the lube from his pants. Ivan would be watching wide-eyed and uncertain, but Alfred would press the bottle into his hands, before removing his own clothes. He could give Ivan a little strip tease and watch its effect on Ivan, who would try to push his legs together to hide his reaction. He would still be shy and embarrassed when his cock leaked graciously for Alfred’s efforts.
He would smile and lean down in front of Ivan, slipping his fingers under his jacket, “Let me see you now.”
Ivan would nod, but when Alfred divested him of all his other clothes Ivan would, rest and hand over his scarf, “May I keep this please?”
“Sure thing beautiful,” and Ivan’s cheeks would shine red again.
“H-how?”
“Shhh… I’ll take care of you.” Alfred would ease the bottle from Ivan’s firm grip and catch some of the contents on his fingers. He would work it warm between them and then smile to Ivan. “Now let me see you babe.”
Ivan would blush and slide down onto his back and pull his legs up from beneath his thighs, exposing himself entirely to Alfred, causing his breath to catch.
“You’re so beautiful, gorgeous.” Alfred would push his fingers to Ivan’s hole, and he would jump a bit.
“Easy there.” He would comfort, and slowly feed his finger in. Ivan would be so warm around him, breathing deeply to calm his shaky nerves, and Alfred could feel it from down there. He would take his time, working slowly at a pace to keep Ivan calm and relaxed. One finger would become two and then three, and finally Alfred would find that spot, and Ivan would clench up.
“It’s alright, gorgeous. It feels good, right?” Alfred would curl his fingers again into the softness inside Ivan.
“D-da. Good.”
Alfred could do this until Ivan rocked onto him slowly; his moans muffled into his scarf.
“I think you’re ready.” Alfred would remove his fingers, and Ivan would lean up to watch him smooth the slick oil over the metal. Ivan would be unsure again, but Alfred wouldn’t mind kissing away his fears.
Ivan would give him a short nod, and Alfred would start feeding it into him. He’d clench around it, trying to adjust the pipe that he had grown so fond of inside him. He could say it was a part of him, but Ivan had never thought of it in this context before.
Alfred would have to stop frequently, permitting Ivan to gain his confidence, until finally it was far enough in. He would slowly pull it out, letting Ivan feel it glide along his insides, and then he would push it back in. Ivan’s squirms would be noticeable but slowly abate, and then “A-ahhhhh,” he would close his eyes and moan.
Alfred would smile, and Ivan would peak up at him, while Alfred pulled the lube from his pants. Ivan would be watching wide-eyed and uncertain, but Alfred would press the bottle into his hands, before removing his own clothes. He could give Ivan a little strip tease and watch its effect on Ivan, who would try to push his legs together to hide his reaction. He would still be shy and embarrassed when his cock leaked graciously for Alfred’s efforts.
He would smile and lean down in front of Ivan, slipping his fingers under his jacket, “Let me see you now.”
Ivan would nod, but when Alfred divested him of all his other clothes Ivan would, rest and hand over his scarf, “May I keep this please?”
“Sure thing beautiful,” and Ivan’s cheeks would shine red again.
“H-how?”
“Shhh… I’ll take care of you.” Alfred would ease the bottle from Ivan’s firm grip and catch some of the contents on his fingers. He would work it warm between them and then smile to Ivan. “Now let me see you babe.”
Ivan would blush and slide down onto his back and pull his legs up from beneath his thighs, exposing himself entirely to Alfred, causing his breath to catch.
“You’re so beautiful, gorgeous.” Alfred would push his fingers to Ivan’s hole, and he would jump a bit.
“Easy there.” He would comfort, and slowly feed his finger in. Ivan would be so warm around him, breathing deeply to calm his shaky nerves, and Alfred could feel it from down there. He would take his time, working slowly at a pace to keep Ivan calm and relaxed. One finger would become two and then three, and finally Alfred would find that spot, and Ivan would clench up.
“It’s alright, gorgeous. It feels good, right?” Alfred would curl his fingers again into the softness inside Ivan.
“D-da. Good.”
Alfred could do this until Ivan rocked onto him slowly; his moans muffled into his scarf.
“I think you’re ready.” Alfred would remove his fingers, and Ivan would lean up to watch him smooth the slick oil over the metal. Ivan would be unsure again, but Alfred wouldn’t mind kissing away his fears.
Ivan would give him a short nod, and Alfred would start feeding it into him. He’d clench around it, trying to adjust the pipe that he had grown so fond of inside him. He could say it was a part of him, but Ivan had never thought of it in this context before.
Alfred would have to stop frequently, permitting Ivan to gain his confidence, until finally it was far enough in. He would slowly pull it out, letting Ivan feel it glide along his insides, and then he would push it back in. Ivan’s squirms would be noticeable but slowly abate, and then “A-ahhhhh,” he would close his eyes and moan.
“You can go faster, Alfred.”
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