Who's The Girl? (2a)
anonymous
April 8 2011, 10:48:51 UTC
Arthur wasted no time in getting his tongue in Alfred's mouth. He ran it over the perfectly straight, and previously braced, rows of pearly white teeth. He dipped the tip under the American's tongue and coaxed the muscle into a savage dance. They fought for dominance as usual, but this time instead of just resigning to his fate Arthur kept up the battle. When he pulled back for breath he had an accomplished look gracing his features. Alfred barely had time to see the expression before Arthur had ducked his head down and began working at Alfred's neck.
He lapped at the skin with short little swipes. The licks progressively got longer and soon Arthur was tracing up and down Alfred's jugular. He quickly transitioned from licking to sucking. He sucked hard at the sensitive flesh and nibbled quite a bit at the skin. It was sure to leave marks, but that's what he intended to do.
All the while Alfred's breathing had become more labored, his eyes were beginning to gloss over, and when Arthur gave a particularly hard bite he started to whimper a little. Arthur's fingers slid down to Alfred's waist and hooked around the edge of Alfred's T-Shirt. He pulled it up slowly over the American's football-toned torso and only detached his mouth long enough to get the cloth over Alfred's head. Then he went right back to teasing the neck.
When Arthur was satisfied that he'd marked up Alfred's neck enough he began to make his way down the American's chest. He trailed his tongue down from the dip of Alfred's collarbone to the dusty nipple below. His lips closed around the nub and he began to suck. Alfred squirmed beneath him. Arthur rolled his tongue around the pink nub and soon it stood at attention. Not wanting to leave the other untouched the Brit snaked his hand over to other nipple and started rolling it between his fingers.
Arthur pulled his mouth away from it's ministrations to look up at Alfred. He'd disposed of his glasses and looked a right mess. His hair was disheveled and he was near panting.
Who's The Girl? (2b)
anonymous
April 8 2011, 10:50:15 UTC
“Fucking sensitive like a woman,” Arthur said and pinched down harshly on the nub in his hand.
Alfred moaned in reply. What else could he do? He'd never realized how fantastic being teased like this was before. Suddenly the hand that was touching him was gone. He whined a bit at it's loss, but shut up quickly when he realized that Arthur was now removing his own clothing and exposing his milky flesh. Alfred used the time he had been given to kick off his shoes and socks. He hastily unbuttoned and and removed his jeans as well as the boxers beneath before Arthur finished.
Alfred was half-hard already with a bit of pre-cum leaking out of the slit of his cock, but Arthur didn't seemed phased in the least by all that had just happened. He was only slightly hard. The Brit sat down against the wall across from Alfred and spread his legs, “If you want me to touch you again you'll have to work for it.”
He lapped at the skin with short little swipes. The licks progressively got longer and soon Arthur was tracing up and down Alfred's jugular. He quickly transitioned from licking to sucking. He sucked hard at the sensitive flesh and nibbled quite a bit at the skin. It was sure to leave marks, but that's what he intended to do.
All the while Alfred's breathing had become more labored, his eyes were beginning to gloss over, and when Arthur gave a particularly hard bite he started to whimper a little. Arthur's fingers slid down to Alfred's waist and hooked around the edge of Alfred's T-Shirt. He pulled it up slowly over the American's football-toned torso and only detached his mouth long enough to get the cloth over Alfred's head. Then he went right back to teasing the neck.
When Arthur was satisfied that he'd marked up Alfred's neck enough he began to make his way down the American's chest. He trailed his tongue down from the dip of Alfred's collarbone to the dusty nipple below. His lips closed around the nub and he began to suck. Alfred squirmed beneath him. Arthur rolled his tongue around the pink nub and soon it stood at attention. Not wanting to leave the other untouched the Brit snaked his hand over to other nipple and started rolling it between his fingers.
Arthur pulled his mouth away from it's ministrations to look up at Alfred. He'd disposed of his glasses and looked a right mess. His hair was disheveled and he was near panting.
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Alfred moaned in reply. What else could he do? He'd never realized how fantastic being teased like this was before. Suddenly the hand that was touching him was gone. He whined a bit at it's loss, but shut up quickly when he realized that Arthur was now removing his own clothing and exposing his milky flesh. Alfred used the time he had been given to kick off his shoes and socks. He hastily unbuttoned and and removed his jeans as well as the boxers beneath before Arthur finished.
Alfred was half-hard already with a bit of pre-cum leaking out of the slit of his cock, but Arthur didn't seemed phased in the least by all that had just happened. He was only slightly hard. The Brit sat down against the wall across from Alfred and spread his legs, “If you want me to touch you again you'll have to work for it.”
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