Re: Stupid You (Stupid Me) [1a/?]
anonymous
April 16 2011, 01:33:29 UTC
Alfred pulled him closer, his hands gripping at Arthur’s shirt. His mind was a whirlwind; he couldn’t formulate any thoughts beyond the fact that he was kissing Arthur. And it felt good. It felt awesome.
Arthur’s hands were everywhere. Alfred’s shirt wasn’t tucked in, and eventually Arthur’s fingers had made their way up his top, moving along his stomach, all surprising warmth and long, agile fingers. Alfred breathed against Arthur’s lips.
Awkward and slightly clumsily, Alfred reached under Arthur’s shirt, reaching his lower back, going lower into Arthur’s pants, hands pressed against the top of his ass. Arthur let out a breath in response. His mouth moved to kiss Alfred’s jaw, the crook of his neck. His own hands went low over Alfred’s stomach until they reached the top of his pants, his fingers beginning to undo his fly. Then, he suddenly stopped.
Arthur broke their kiss, and stared down at Alfred, breath heavy and an odd, crooked smile on his face. “Do you want to?” he whispered, and there was no mistaking what he meant. His smile faded a little though, and he seemed unsure, as though he were afraid Alfred was only leading him on, as though he was afraid Alfred would say no.
But Alfred did want to. He wanted this so much he could feel it burning. He was already half hard; he wanted to touch Arthur without the restraints of clothing, and for Arthur to touch him back.
His fingers squeezed around Arthur’s ass tighter. “I want to- I want to, Arthur-”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered that they were in the student lounge, a place where any student with a free period could walk into at any moment, since the door was closed but not locked. And he had just agreed to have sex with the Student Body President.
But he ached for Arthur, and couldn’t find it in himself to even be too worried about being caught like this. Arthur didn’t seem very worried either, as he undid the buttons of Alfred’s shirt and hastily cast it aside. Alfred slipped of his shoes and socks as he worked to take off Arthur’s shirt. Soon they were both in nothing but their pants.
Alfred felt his breathing. He only half knew what he was doing. His cock was aching. Arthur kissed him, touched him, his hands and lips running over his chest, and Alfred felt the blood rush between his legs. He pulled Arthur closer. Arthur cupped Alfred’s cock over his pants and he groaned louder still. “Ar-Arthur,” he muttered.
Arthur quickly undid the button and zipper of Alfred’s pants, his hands pulling them down along with his boxers, and finally freeing his cock. Arthur rid himself of his own pants and boxers. They were naked, together and alone on the student lounge sofa, where anyone could walk in at any time. It was terrifying, and yet there was something undeniably exciting-
Arthur cupped Alfred’s cock in his hand, fondling and rubbing him, and Alfred gave a low gasp at the sudden contact, his hips bucking against Arthur. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, and they gripped at the skin of Arthur‘s back. Arthur had clearly done this before, which was enough in itself to shock Alfred, if he were honest-
Arthur began kissing Alfred’s neck, going lower and pressing kisses over his chest. Alfred felt a shiver run through him as Arthur’s lips passed over his nipple. Arthur kissed his stomach and moved lower, to the top of his groin. Slowly, achingly slow, Arthur let his tongue come out to lick the top of Alfred’s cock.
“Arthur,“ Alfred ground out desperately.
Arthur smirked up at him, before slowly going to fill his mouth with Alfred. He traced his tongue, his lips, over Alfred’s cock, his hands holding down his hips. Alfred moved his hands to grip the top of Arthur’s head, running his hands through his hair and breathing through his teeth.
Arthur moved faster, sucking harder and swallowing up more of Alfred. He pulled Alfred toward him, lips moving and sucking over Alfred’s cock. Alfred bit back a moan, shuddering as a wonderfully burning sensation ran through his body.
Arthur eventually took Alfred from his mouth. Alfred groaned when Arthur pulled away and his cock was left alone. It was uncomfortable, the air too cold against his wet, exposed cock. He needed more.
Arthur’s hands were everywhere. Alfred’s shirt wasn’t tucked in, and eventually Arthur’s fingers had made their way up his top, moving along his stomach, all surprising warmth and long, agile fingers. Alfred breathed against Arthur’s lips.
Awkward and slightly clumsily, Alfred reached under Arthur’s shirt, reaching his lower back, going lower into Arthur’s pants, hands pressed against the top of his ass. Arthur let out a breath in response. His mouth moved to kiss Alfred’s jaw, the crook of his neck. His own hands went low over Alfred’s stomach until they reached the top of his pants, his fingers beginning to undo his fly. Then, he suddenly stopped.
Arthur broke their kiss, and stared down at Alfred, breath heavy and an odd, crooked smile on his face. “Do you want to?” he whispered, and there was no mistaking what he meant. His smile faded a little though, and he seemed unsure, as though he were afraid Alfred was only leading him on, as though he was afraid Alfred would say no.
But Alfred did want to. He wanted this so much he could feel it burning. He was already half hard; he wanted to touch Arthur without the restraints of clothing, and for Arthur to touch him back.
His fingers squeezed around Arthur’s ass tighter. “I want to- I want to, Arthur-”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered that they were in the student lounge, a place where any student with a free period could walk into at any moment, since the door was closed but not locked. And he had just agreed to have sex with the Student Body President.
But he ached for Arthur, and couldn’t find it in himself to even be too worried about being caught like this. Arthur didn’t seem very worried either, as he undid the buttons of Alfred’s shirt and hastily cast it aside. Alfred slipped of his shoes and socks as he worked to take off Arthur’s shirt. Soon they were both in nothing but their pants.
Alfred felt his breathing. He only half knew what he was doing. His cock was aching. Arthur kissed him, touched him, his hands and lips running over his chest, and Alfred felt the blood rush between his legs. He pulled Arthur closer. Arthur cupped Alfred’s cock over his pants and he groaned louder still. “Ar-Arthur,” he muttered.
Arthur quickly undid the button and zipper of Alfred’s pants, his hands pulling them down along with his boxers, and finally freeing his cock. Arthur rid himself of his own pants and boxers. They were naked, together and alone on the student lounge sofa, where anyone could walk in at any time. It was terrifying, and yet there was something undeniably exciting-
Arthur cupped Alfred’s cock in his hand, fondling and rubbing him, and Alfred gave a low gasp at the sudden contact, his hips bucking against Arthur. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, and they gripped at the skin of Arthur‘s back. Arthur had clearly done this before, which was enough in itself to shock Alfred, if he were honest-
Arthur began kissing Alfred’s neck, going lower and pressing kisses over his chest. Alfred felt a shiver run through him as Arthur’s lips passed over his nipple. Arthur kissed his stomach and moved lower, to the top of his groin. Slowly, achingly slow, Arthur let his tongue come out to lick the top of Alfred’s cock.
“Arthur,“ Alfred ground out desperately.
Arthur smirked up at him, before slowly going to fill his mouth with Alfred. He traced his tongue, his lips, over Alfred’s cock, his hands holding down his hips. Alfred moved his hands to grip the top of Arthur’s head, running his hands through his hair and breathing through his teeth.
Arthur moved faster, sucking harder and swallowing up more of Alfred. He pulled Alfred toward him, lips moving and sucking over Alfred’s cock. Alfred bit back a moan, shuddering as a wonderfully burning sensation ran through his body.
Arthur eventually took Alfred from his mouth. Alfred groaned when Arthur pulled away and his cock was left alone. It was uncomfortable, the air too cold against his wet, exposed cock. He needed more.
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