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Writing's on the Wall 8/9 anonymous October 22 2010, 01:45:02 UTC
Arthur mouths something, something like oh my god but there’s no sound as Alfred’s fingers hook into him, and stretch. Arthur seizes and tenses around Alfred’s fingers, but he quickly relaxes, letting his head loll against the wall as he moans. He raises one hand, cups at Alfred’s cheek so that Alfred’s eyes will meet his-and they are so impossibly blue, they say everything that Alfred does not say, everything that Arthur knows he wishes to say. A thousand things Alfred never says.

The sound traps in Arthur’s throat-three words, three words he hasn’t said since the last time they were together. He stares into Alfred’s wild eyes, stares into that forever beautifully blue-and loses his train of thought as Alfred’s fingers stretch him, bear him until he’s open and waiting and panting out Alfred’s name in something that is too dignified to be a beg, but is very nearly that. Arthur’s eyes have to drag away: he stares at the ceiling, stares down at where Alfred’s hand disappears under him, stares at the way Alfred’s cock pressed thickly out of his boxers. He gasps, rattling, echoing, when Alfred’s fingers find his prostate, stroke at the gland until he’s nearly a mess of begging and Alfred’s name. The shout of pleasure cracks through his throat, shatters through heaves and pants, and Alfred’s own tiny moan of Arthur’s name.

Alfred hooks one arm under Arthur’s leg, elbow to knee, and holds Arthur up as he takes another step forward, slips his hand out of Arthur, smears the remaining lubricant over his cock, before Arthur can feel the cock pressing up against his backside.

Alfred slides into Arthur, and finally, finally Arthur feels like he’s finally made it home, and he lets out a shuddering sigh. His eyelashes flicker, and he stares up into Alfred’s face, and Alfred is staring back at him, his mouth open as if he cannot believe how much time has passed, how close they are now-

“Arthur,” he whispers, and then slams his hips up, sliding into Arthur completely.

“Yes,” Arthur moans out, shivers, and fucks himself on Alfred’s cock, drawing him in and out and losing all ability to speak, all coherency. His words, if what he’s whispering out in quiet moans can be considered words, are nothing but slurs. “Y-… yes, Alfred. Beautiful, lovely Alfred.”

Alfred ducks his head, his face bright red, and kisses and bites at Arthur’s neck, slamming his hips up against Arthur, his cock sliding in and out of Arthur’s body easily, striking every few thrusts against Arthur’s prostate so that Arthur cries out in shuddering gasps. Arthur rocks to meet Alfred’s uneven thrusts, feels his body wavering and going weak-he’s so tired, but he’s missed Alfred so. Alfred, his Alfred-only Alfred.

Alfred thrusts up into him, quick and hard, shuddering his entire body up against Arthur. It’s all Arthur can do not to just cry out, but his body is so close-he won’t last long. And the frenzied way Alfred pushed against him meant that he, too, is close. Arthur bites down at Alfred’s mouth once it comes back to kiss him, chews on his lower lip until Alfred gasps into his mouth and Arthur’s tongue is sweeping in, swallowing all of Alfred’s moans and knowing that Alfred was doing the same for him. Eventually, Alfred finds the steady pace, the steady angle, to strike at Arthur’s prostate mercilessly and Arthur would forever deny that he was whimpering against Alfred’s mouth.

Arthur moans. Alfred responds. Their moans and gasps are ragged, desperate, echoing in the otherwise silent house. Alfred rocks against Arthur, and Arthur leans up against the wall, draws Alfred closer, continues to shift his body over Alfred’s cock so that they are fucking each other.

“I’m-” Alfred begins, words stumbling into Arthur’s mouth.

“In me,” Arthur commands, knowing what the fumbling words are meant to be, recognizing them for an embarrassed warning.

Alfred nods, draws back with a shuttering gasp, and a quiet yessss, Arthur-his words are hoarse, dry, perfect.

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