Just different [3a/3g]
anonymous
May 22 2011, 12:49:29 UTC
Finally, finally sex. Awkward-first-time sex. Because the kink meme runs on author appeal.
Special thanks to my parakeet on this one because she had to sit through me messing with her wings to try to get the feather and bird anatomy stuff right.
Arthur couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't even sure what it was at: how clumsily Alfred was trying to claim his lips, the impractical joy coursing through every fiber of his being, or even the situation, but he knew the laughter felt good all the same. Alfred smiled back against his lips and Arthur took control.
He parted his mouth slightly to prod at the other faerie's lips with his tongue. Alfred opened, somewhat unsure, and Arthur slowly eased inside. His partner's tongue just lying against his bottom teeth, so he coaxed it up to tangle with his own. Arthur brought Alfred into his mouth, letting the other man explore. He couldn't help but let out another laugh as the dark faerie began to very tentatively, earnestly poke around. The boy was being so careful, like he was afraid to make one wrong step.
Normally, Arthur would have been annoyed by how slow and unsatisfying the touches were, but this time it was alright. Alfred was being so sweet, so tender. It didn't matter that his technique was lacking, because the sheer depth of the love shining through every little lick and swipe was more than enough to make up for it. Even the hesitant little prods were enough to make his lower half begin to stir. He berated himself for it, but it had been an awfully long time since he'd last had sex and a quick glance told him that Alfred wasn't doing any better.
Arthur buried his fingers in Alfred's hair, rubbing his scalp occasionally as a reward when he did something brilliant. After all, no matter how lovely Alfred was being Arthur would still feel like a failure if he hadn't taught him something. With his partner's help, Alfred quickly became bolder, using broad strokes instead of hesitant prods to map out Arthur's mouth.
However, before he taught the other man all he could, the light faerie began to feel himself running out of air. Oh well, Arthur would have centuries to train him; it wasn't like it all needed to be done in one afternoon. He moved one of his hands down to Alfred's back so that he could pull the two of them backwards and flip the larger faerie on top of him. As soon as they landed, Alfred lifted his head and looked down at Arthur as though he was afraid he had done something wrong.
The other faerie ran a hand through his hair, "You're alright, love. I just thought it was time to take this a little bit further."
"Oh!" Alfred said, suddenly blushing furiously "Oh right! Yeah, I-I guess we could do that."
"You don't want that?" Arthur asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
"I do," He said quickly, taking one of the smaller faerie's hands, "God, I want this. I want you!"
They just stared at each other for a moment, eyes wide. The blush on Alfred's face darkened and Arthur felt himself going red as well. Quickly, both of them looked away. Arthur began to smooth out the wrinkles on the sheets and Alfred spread one of his wings slightly and gently picked at some of the large flight feathers.
"It's just that… I never got this far, and I'm nervous." The larger faerie finally said.
Arthur looked back, "You've never…"
Alfred turned to Arthur and gave him a sheepish smile, "Yeah, one-hundred-percent virgin here. Sorry."
"It's nothing to be sorry about." Arthur said, lifting a hand to pet the side of his face. That did explain the clumsiness and how bloody optimistic the lad was about this entire affair, "I just can't believe no one's tried to have their way with you yet."
"Well, I haven't exactly had that much time," He rubbed the back of his head, "And I didn't wanna go with just anyone."
Arthur was struck with a sudden thought, "Alfred, how old are you?"
Just different [3b/3g]
anonymous
May 22 2011, 12:50:17 UTC
"I'm about four-hundred; one of the youngest in the city. Even Mattie's a couple of days older than me."
Arthur balked up at him. When his partner was born he was still flitting around the City of Light and sleeping with everyone who caught his eye. He'd just met Mathias, but even though they'd been in each other's beds often enough, it was still before they had feelings for each other and began to settle. Yes, it was a significant portion of his life earlier, but he was still almost four times the boy's age.
"It's okay," Alfred said quickly, sitting up to knees over Arthur and holding out his hands, "It's okay! Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have told you! Look, I'm still an adult, even if I'm young. And I do really want you." He smiled again.
"I know you're an adult. It's just… surprising, I suppose. And dear God, I'm old."
Alfred let out a laugh, "So we're still cool?"
"Yeah," Arthur said, running his hands across Alfred's shoulders and soothing him back down, "It's fine. We're fine."
"Good," Alfred gave him a genuine smile.
"But do you know what this means, Alfred?"
"No. What?" He looked too worried for Arthur to tease the poor boy.
"It means that I get to teach you even more than I'd thought," before Alfred had time to respond, Arthur flipped them over. He leaned down to whisper in his partner's ear, "You think you can handle it?"
Alfred shivered, "Oh, definitely."
"Then off with this," he tugged on the neck of Alfred's tunic, "And let's get started."
"Right, but… um… is there any other way we could do this? This is kinda uncomfortable..." He shook again, and this time Arthur could tell he was trying to take some pressure off of his wings.
"O-of course there is," Arthur scooted backwards so that Alfred could sit up, "I just need a moment to think."
The obvious answer was to let the lad top, but it didn't seem like a good idea. It would be best if he at least knew the basic feel and mechanics of sex before leading. Looking around, he spied Alfred's desk chair.
"Follow me," he said, getting out of bed and taking Alfred's hand.
The younger faerie stood and Arthur took him to the chair.
"Sit," Arthur commanded.
"Here?" Alfred asked, doing as he was told.
"Your shoulders won't be against anything like this."
"Yeah, but can you do it on a chair?"
"Of course. There are many stranger and more difficult places." He left it at that. He didn't want to scare the lad or make him feel insecure by elaborating on his past experiences.
"Okay," Alfred said, tone betraying how he didn't quite believe it. He moved his wings, which had still been behind him, over the back of the chair and scooted so that he was against the wood.
The way Alfred was moving, Arthur couldn't help but notice the way that the orange light played off of the dark brown feathers, making a few of the lighter ones look almost golden.
They were beautiful, truly. It was the first time that the light faerie had ever considered the protrusions as anything more than a way for Alfred to shamelessly show off. Although at first they had seemed too ostentatious and grandiose, upon closer inspection they suited him perfectly. It just like the room: not something Arthur ever would have dreamed of liking, but they seemed like such a natural part of Alfred that he found himself drawn in.
He straddled Alfred's hips and began to stroke the wings, feeling the powerful muscles and strong bones beneath the soft smoothness of the feathers. Alfred sighed and both wings relaxed, spreading downwards slightly until the tips of the primary feathers reached the floor. After a few more moments of petting, the dark faerie's entire body seemed drained of tension, arms hanging down lazily and head oh Arthur's shoulder
"Aw man, Artie," he sighed, "You have no idea how good that feels."
"I suppose that I don't," Arthur replied, smiling.
Just different [3c/3g]
anonymous
May 22 2011, 12:56:03 UTC
p>"Right, so clothes off, then."
Alfred looked up and blushed, "You too. I don't wanna be the only one naked."
"Of course, love," Arthur said.
Alfred closed his eyes and his tunic melted away, the matter returning to his body from whence it came. Arthur followed suit, changing his anatomy slightly while he was at it to make his insides cleaner, a little bit wider, and slick to save time.
When he opened his eyes, he saw an absolute god staring back at him with mouth and eyes wide. Arthur felt a little bit embarrassed. Normally he was fairly confident in his appearance, but he wasn't in as good shape as he had been ten years ago since he'd more or less lost interest in attracting anyone, and Alfred was just staring. To make it worse, the other faerie looked fantastic. Arthur had known about his arms beforehand, but they only looked better now that he could clearly see the way that those firm muscles flowed perfectly into broad shoulders. His chest was well toned too, but it looked as though there was just a little bit of charming softness on his belly. He looked down further to see the other faerie's cock, not quite entirely hard but almost there, was perfect; fairly large, but not so long or wide that he would be painful to take.
"I-I have to ask," Arthur said to cover up his own embarrassment "What do you really look like?"
"Whaddya mean?" Alfred asked, broken out of whatever spell had been keeping his eyes glued to Arthur's scrawny body, "This is me."
"But I thought dark faeries were supposed to be ugly," Arthur said, "You know, horrible scars, long fingernails, gray skin…"
The younger faerie shrugged. "Well, I guess some of us do, but that's pretty much a load of bull. We look normal. Well, except for these," He said, lifting a wing.
"They're real?" Arthur asked.
"Yep. Had 'em since I was born. We all do. It's just that most people think that they're too much of a pain to keep out, so they shape shift 'em away."
"You're joking."
"Nope. They really do get in the way sometimes. There's no way to sit in a high-backed comfy chair nicely, you can't lie on your back, and they get cold really easy in the winter."
"I suppose they would, but still," He gave one of Alfred's wings one more stroke before letting his hand come back to it's partner on his lap, "It's such a waste."
"That's why I keep mine." He spread his wings as far as he could, almost brushing the wall on both sides.
Arthur just stared for a moment at the way that the light went through those massive wings, silhouetting them. He looked at the spread of feathers, perfectly symmetrical on either side of Alfred's body. He saw the way each kind of feather had a different texture but all were connected; all were perfect for doing their job of lifting that magnificent body into the sky.
"I want you to hold me while we're doing it," Arthur said suddenly.
"Well yeah," Alfred said, "Wasn't that a given?" To illustrate his point, he slid his arms up and down Arthur's back.
"No, not like that. With your wings."
Alfred looked at him confusedly, "Okay…?"
Arthur blushed, "I'm sorry, I know it's strange."
"No, babe! It's not that bad! Look, if we're doing weird stuff I've got a request too." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of cloth dropping over the Glowstone and then the two were in complete darkness. "Glow for me," Alfred said.
Just different [3d/3g network]
anonymous
May 22 2011, 12:57:42 UTC
"C-Come again?" Arthur asked.
"You know that thing you did when we first got through the waterfall where your skin glowed? Do it again."
"Wings first," Arthur said, wanting something to cover him.
Alfred sighed, "Fine,"
Arthur waited until the stiff primaries passed his sides and he was against the downy feathers of Alfred's coverts to allow himself to glow again. The other faerie was looking at him with that same open-eyed open-mouthed look.
"You're beautiful," the younger faerie whispered.
"Excuse me?"
He smiled, and his eyes sparkled in the light from Arthur's own skin, "I said 'you're beautiful.'"
Arthur felt himself blush.
"You really are," Alfred said, "I don't know if I've ever seen anyone as attractive as you in my life."
"D-don't say stuff like that," He turned away.
"Look at me," Alfred said, gently grabbing Arthur's jaw and turning back, "It's true. I love you and you're beautiful. I'm not gonna say that you're beautiful because I love you or anything dumb like that, because it'd imply you weren't really that good looking and you are. Don't you ever forget it."
Alfred initiated the kiss this time, gently guiding Arthur's lips down to meet his. Arthur was content to let them just share a sweet, chaste close-mouthed kiss for a few minutes, even if it didn't quite fit the mood of sitting in Alfred's lap while both of them were naked and half hard. Actually, the younger faerie was the first to make a move again, opening his mouth and letting his tongue slide against Arthur's teeth until he opened as well. At first they both attempted to keep it sweet and loving, but at some point it got away from them and there was a messy tangle of tongues as both attempted to ravish each other. Given, Arthur was at an advantage because of centuries of experience more than the poor boy, but Alfred was very energetic and a very quick learner. They began to feel each other's bodies. Arthur ran his hands up and down Alfred's well-muscled arms and teased at his sides while his lover stroked his back and groped his rump.
"I want it now," Alfred said as they pulled away.
Arthur nodded. Usually he liked to be stretched by his partner, but he also liked sitting there enveloped by Alfred. The other faerie's lap was below him; his chest was in front of him; his arms and wings were encircling the rest of him. He felt so warm, so safe, so loved. He didn't want to have to leave. Instead, he used his magic to widen himself just a little bit further, lifted himself, and carefully aligned Alfred's now fully-erect member with his entrance. He took a deep breath and lowered himself onto his lover's cock.
Both of them let out a loud groan. Alfred's was pure pleasure, but Arthur's held just a tinge of pain. Dammit, he still hadn't made himself quite wide enough. It wasn't enough to stop, but he needed to just adjust for a moment. At this point he might as well just let himself stretch and enjoy the feeling of being full to the brim. However, Alfred hadn't trained himself to be ready for that and instinctually began to buck his hips.
"Stop it!" Arthur cried.
"What's wrong?" The younger faerie asked, halting his movements, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, not really. Just… a moment please." He placed his head on Alfred's shoulder and focused on breathing deeply and relaxing his muscles.
"Okay," Alfred said. The poor lad was frozen; obviously petrified that he'd done something wrong. Arthur could feel the tension in every tendon and muscle he chanced across.
"It's alright, love," Arthur said, running his hands across the other faerie's back. For a moment, he marveled at the irony of the moment: that the one experiencing pain was consoling the one who had caused it.
However, it wasn't much pain at all, and within a minute, Arthur braced his arms on Alfred's shoulders and with a, "Now, pay attention," began to move up and down.
Just different [3e/3g]
anonymous
May 22 2011, 12:58:52 UTC
It was an awkward position. He hadn't had chair sex very often for that exact reason. He was giving Alfred orders on how to angle his hips so that he could get any sort of depth, but it still wasn't really helping. Even with Alfred learning to time his thrusts to Arthur's drops, it was still to shallow and it wasn't the right angle to please either of them.
But still, it was good enough. It didn't matter that Alfred would occasionally buck in a way that was truly painful. It didn't matter that Arthur wasn't full enough. It didn't matter that he had to bend his back in a horrible manner to keep contact. It felt good to be with someone who he could feel truly loved him. It felt good to be held and kissed and made love to. It felt good to hear Alfred gasping, "I love you, Artie," and "You're so fucking sexy, babe."
Then, he felt a pair of strong hands on his hips and Alfred stilled beneath him.
"You're not enjoying this," Alfred said.
"Of course I am," Arthur replied honestly.
"Well, you're not enjoying this as much as I am. I can tell."
"It's fine, Alfred." He nuzzled the larger faerie's neck, "This is more about you than me tonight."
"If it's about me, then I want you to love this as much as me."
Well damn it all if it wasn't the worst time for Alfred to learn to comprehend logic, "Well, what do you propose we do?" Arthur demanded.
"Now, pay attention," Alfred said, attempting to copy Arthur's speech patterns and mangling them.
However, before Arthur could comment on it, Alfred picked him up. The light faerie didn't know how he did it. All he knew was that one second he was impaled on Alfred's cock, and the next he was in Alfred's arms bridal-style and being carried to the bed. Alfred set him down tenderly and kissed his temple. He kneeled above the older faerie and looked down with a sweet smile on his face.
"I'm gonna make love to you," he said, blushing.
"Are you sure you don't want me to lead?" Arthur asked to ignore the waves embarrassment and awkwardness that was trying desperately to control the situation.
"I'm sure," he confirmed, "So long as you don't mind being my test-run tonight. I mean, I still want you to help and stuff, because other wise it could be really bad and I could probably break your-"
He should really, really have stopped talking by then. To make him shut up, Arthur looped his knees over Alfred's shoulder, privately proud that he was still flexible enough to do so easily.
"Wings, Alfred," He said, smiling up.
Alfred grinned, taking that as an "okay," but thankfully not elaborating. The huge brown wings came down on either side of Arthur's head and Alfred put his weight on one hand so that the other could line him up with Arthur's entrance.
Or at least attempt to. He seemed to be having trouble getting in using one hand. Arthur reached down to help spread himself further, and after a few more seconds Alfred pushed in with a sigh of relief.
Arthur gasped and his hands fell back onto the mattress. Oh god, this was what he had been missing. Alfred's cock was still stretching him just a little bit, and now that he was balls-deep Arthur was experiencing being properly filled for the first time in years. He was in a daze for a moment, forgetting everything in the world but the feeling of his lover's manhood.
"You okay, Artie?" Alfred asked, "Did I go too fast again?"
"No, no." He said, forcing himself out of his trance, "This is lovely. Move now."
Just different [3f/3g]
anonymous
May 22 2011, 12:59:50 UTC
Alfred began to thrust just a little too quickly and eagerly, but Arthur couldn't care about taking it slow with the divine way that his insides were being massaged. However, as he got over being fucked for the first time in ages, Arthur began to realize that Alfred was doing as poorly as one would expect a virgin with no direction to do.
"Steady pace, Alfred," Arthur said, "Go slowly and try to make each one matter."
Alfred nodded and with visible effort went from a breakneck pace to one that was sluggish enough that Arthur wondered if he had stopped moving.
"Not that slowly."
Alfred sped up a little bit, and Arthur coaxed him one direction or another until it was a rhythm that they could both enjoy.
"Now," Arthur said, "You want one steady angle. Go a little higher. A little more. Now left. Oh, my left. Just a little lower. A bit further left. Oh god yes! Right there every single time if you can manage it, alright?"
"Yeah," Alfred breathed. His face was bright red with exertion. Arthur didn't know how much longer the lad would last. He would have to hurry to catch up.
He began to thrust back against Alfred, bringing their hips together harder than he had before, enjoying the feeling of his lover rubbing all along his inner walls.
Technically, it was still horrible. Alfred tried, he really did, but he was still a little bit too random in his movements to turn Arthur's brain to mush. However, he was more than good enough to do that to his heart. He was looking down with a smile the entire time, whispering words of love and giving out tender caresses.
Knowing that Alfred wouldn't be able to multitask that well, Arthur wrapped his own hands around his cock. He did everything he could to speed up his orgasm, but Alfred still came first. He fell, settling on Arthur and laying there as limp as fur after a rainstorm.
Arthur didn't mind one bit. He had kind of missed the way it felt to have a warm, strong body pressing down on him. He pulled his hand away and instead rutted against Alfred's hip bone. With the smell of sex and Alfred in the air and the weight on his chest, Arthur came within seconds.
He wrapped his arms around Alfred's back, only to find that the other faerie had already fallen asleep with his cheek on Arthur's bony ribcage. Smiling, Arthur ran his fingers through Alfred's hair.
He was throwing his entire life away for this idiotic child, and he had never felt happier.
Just different [3g/3g] (Epilogue)
anonymous
May 22 2011, 13:00:59 UTC
Arthur awoke, as usual, to noise on the first floor. He understood that Alfred worked at night, but did he really have to wake him every morning with his clomping around? However, he couldn't be mad when Alfred walked into their bedroom, covered in dust but smiling as though he had just cured cancer.
"How was work, love?"
"Awesome. We finally finished busting up the concrete on that off ramp."
"That's good." He sat up, "Did you have plans for the rest of the night?"
"Just the usual," he walked to the bed and lifted Arthur into his arms, "Shower sex, food, maybe a short movie, and then more sex before you lock yourself in the study all day."
Arthur scowled, "You know, sometimes I miss that boy that would always blush and fidget if he wanted to suggest we as much as kissed."
"Dude, if I still did that after a thousand, I'd have serious problems."
"You speak as though you don't have 'serious problems.'"
"Well, I thought staying with you was a given, cantankerous old man."
"It's only because I'm mad enough to allow you, spoiled child."
"I know. You have to be mad to let a total stud lay into you all the time."
"Remind me, who was the one bent over the kitchen table this last evening?"
"Rare reward because you actually sold one of your cliché books."
"Shut up, ingrate."
"Only if you put a sock in it, douche bag."
Arthur still kissed him as he set him down on his feet in the tub. He still stroked his wings once Alfred changed back into his true form. He still wrapped his legs around the other man's waist and made love against the cold tile wall.
His life was certainly different than he had ever dreamed, living in a human city across the ocean from his birthplace. However, even now, he couldn't bring himself to regret a second he spent after that boy fell in the water all those lifetimes ago.
She's fine. She was a little pissy, but she's always mad because she seriously needs to get laid. Seriously, she keeps trying to build nests by biting holes in our windowsills and making chirpy noises at the sparrows outside. Even though she's a parakeet. It's pathetic, but I do sympathise. (unessissary info is unessissary)
Matt sleeps with earplugs because he's used to Alfred coming home at all hours of the day. If he did wake up and hear, he was probably like, "Oh good, someone's with him this time. Maybe now he'll stop annoying that light faerie he's obsessed with." He finds out the next morning when Arthur comes out of the bedroom looking for tea and bothering Kat about it.
Oh, it's not problem at all, dear. It's so much more fun than studying for my math final or beating my computer at Risk for the millionth time~
Finally, finally sex. Awkward-first-time sex. Because the kink meme runs on author appeal.
Special thanks to my parakeet on this one because she had to sit through me messing with her wings to try to get the feather and bird anatomy stuff right.
Arthur couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't even sure what it was at: how clumsily Alfred was trying to claim his lips, the impractical joy coursing through every fiber of his being, or even the situation, but he knew the laughter felt good all the same. Alfred smiled back against his lips and Arthur took control.
He parted his mouth slightly to prod at the other faerie's lips with his tongue. Alfred opened, somewhat unsure, and Arthur slowly eased inside. His partner's tongue just lying against his bottom teeth, so he coaxed it up to tangle with his own. Arthur brought Alfred into his mouth, letting the other man explore. He couldn't help but let out another laugh as the dark faerie began to very tentatively, earnestly poke around. The boy was being so careful, like he was afraid to make one wrong step.
Normally, Arthur would have been annoyed by how slow and unsatisfying the touches were, but this time it was alright. Alfred was being so sweet, so tender. It didn't matter that his technique was lacking, because the sheer depth of the love shining through every little lick and swipe was more than enough to make up for it. Even the hesitant little prods were enough to make his lower half begin to stir. He berated himself for it, but it had been an awfully long time since he'd last had sex and a quick glance told him that Alfred wasn't doing any better.
Arthur buried his fingers in Alfred's hair, rubbing his scalp occasionally as a reward when he did something brilliant. After all, no matter how lovely Alfred was being Arthur would still feel like a failure if he hadn't taught him something. With his partner's help, Alfred quickly became bolder, using broad strokes instead of hesitant prods to map out Arthur's mouth.
However, before he taught the other man all he could, the light faerie began to feel himself running out of air. Oh well, Arthur would have centuries to train him; it wasn't like it all needed to be done in one afternoon. He moved one of his hands down to Alfred's back so that he could pull the two of them backwards and flip the larger faerie on top of him. As soon as they landed, Alfred lifted his head and looked down at Arthur as though he was afraid he had done something wrong.
The other faerie ran a hand through his hair, "You're alright, love. I just thought it was time to take this a little bit further."
"Oh!" Alfred said, suddenly blushing furiously "Oh right! Yeah, I-I guess we could do that."
"You don't want that?" Arthur asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
"I do," He said quickly, taking one of the smaller faerie's hands, "God, I want this. I want you!"
They just stared at each other for a moment, eyes wide. The blush on Alfred's face darkened and Arthur felt himself going red as well. Quickly, both of them looked away. Arthur began to smooth out the wrinkles on the sheets and Alfred spread one of his wings slightly and gently picked at some of the large flight feathers.
"It's just that… I never got this far, and I'm nervous." The larger faerie finally said.
Arthur looked back, "You've never…"
Alfred turned to Arthur and gave him a sheepish smile, "Yeah, one-hundred-percent virgin here. Sorry."
"It's nothing to be sorry about." Arthur said, lifting a hand to pet the side of his face. That did explain the clumsiness and how bloody optimistic the lad was about this entire affair, "I just can't believe no one's tried to have their way with you yet."
"Well, I haven't exactly had that much time," He rubbed the back of his head, "And I didn't wanna go with just anyone."
Arthur was struck with a sudden thought, "Alfred, how old are you?"
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"I'm about four-hundred; one of the youngest in the city. Even Mattie's a couple of days older than me."
Arthur balked up at him. When his partner was born he was still flitting around the City of Light and sleeping with everyone who caught his eye. He'd just met Mathias, but even though they'd been in each other's beds often enough, it was still before they had feelings for each other and began to settle. Yes, it was a significant portion of his life earlier, but he was still almost four times the boy's age.
"It's okay," Alfred said quickly, sitting up to knees over Arthur and holding out his hands, "It's okay! Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have told you! Look, I'm still an adult, even if I'm young. And I do really want you." He smiled again.
"I know you're an adult. It's just… surprising, I suppose. And dear God, I'm old."
Alfred let out a laugh, "So we're still cool?"
"Yeah," Arthur said, running his hands across Alfred's shoulders and soothing him back down, "It's fine. We're fine."
"Good," Alfred gave him a genuine smile.
"But do you know what this means, Alfred?"
"No. What?" He looked too worried for Arthur to tease the poor boy.
"It means that I get to teach you even more than I'd thought," before Alfred had time to respond, Arthur flipped them over. He leaned down to whisper in his partner's ear, "You think you can handle it?"
Alfred shivered, "Oh, definitely."
"Then off with this," he tugged on the neck of Alfred's tunic, "And let's get started."
"Right, but… um… is there any other way we could do this? This is kinda uncomfortable..." He shook again, and this time Arthur could tell he was trying to take some pressure off of his wings.
"O-of course there is," Arthur scooted backwards so that Alfred could sit up, "I just need a moment to think."
The obvious answer was to let the lad top, but it didn't seem like a good idea. It would be best if he at least knew the basic feel and mechanics of sex before leading. Looking around, he spied Alfred's desk chair.
"Follow me," he said, getting out of bed and taking Alfred's hand.
The younger faerie stood and Arthur took him to the chair.
"Sit," Arthur commanded.
"Here?" Alfred asked, doing as he was told.
"Your shoulders won't be against anything like this."
"Yeah, but can you do it on a chair?"
"Of course. There are many stranger and more difficult places." He left it at that. He didn't want to scare the lad or make him feel insecure by elaborating on his past experiences.
"Okay," Alfred said, tone betraying how he didn't quite believe it. He moved his wings, which had still been behind him, over the back of the chair and scooted so that he was against the wood.
The way Alfred was moving, Arthur couldn't help but notice the way that the orange light played off of the dark brown feathers, making a few of the lighter ones look almost golden.
They were beautiful, truly. It was the first time that the light faerie had ever considered the protrusions as anything more than a way for Alfred to shamelessly show off. Although at first they had seemed too ostentatious and grandiose, upon closer inspection they suited him perfectly. It just like the room: not something Arthur ever would have dreamed of liking, but they seemed like such a natural part of Alfred that he found himself drawn in.
He straddled Alfred's hips and began to stroke the wings, feeling the powerful muscles and strong bones beneath the soft smoothness of the feathers. Alfred sighed and both wings relaxed, spreading downwards slightly until the tips of the primary feathers reached the floor. After a few more moments of petting, the dark faerie's entire body seemed drained of tension, arms hanging down lazily and head oh Arthur's shoulder
"Aw man, Artie," he sighed, "You have no idea how good that feels."
"I suppose that I don't," Arthur replied, smiling.
"Well, I'll tell ya it's awesome."
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Alfred looked up and blushed, "You too. I don't wanna be the only one naked."
"Of course, love," Arthur said.
Alfred closed his eyes and his tunic melted away, the matter returning to his body from whence it came. Arthur followed suit, changing his anatomy slightly while he was at it to make his insides cleaner, a little bit wider, and slick to save time.
When he opened his eyes, he saw an absolute god staring back at him with mouth and eyes wide. Arthur felt a little bit embarrassed. Normally he was fairly confident in his appearance, but he wasn't in as good shape as he had been ten years ago since he'd more or less lost interest in attracting anyone, and Alfred was just staring. To make it worse, the other faerie looked fantastic. Arthur had known about his arms beforehand, but they only looked better now that he could clearly see the way that those firm muscles flowed perfectly into broad shoulders. His chest was well toned too, but it looked as though there was just a little bit of charming softness on his belly. He looked down further to see the other faerie's cock, not quite entirely hard but almost there, was perfect; fairly large, but not so long or wide that he would be painful to take.
"I-I have to ask," Arthur said to cover up his own embarrassment "What do you really look like?"
"Whaddya mean?" Alfred asked, broken out of whatever spell had been keeping his eyes glued to Arthur's scrawny body, "This is me."
"But I thought dark faeries were supposed to be ugly," Arthur said, "You know, horrible scars, long fingernails, gray skin…"
The younger faerie shrugged. "Well, I guess some of us do, but that's pretty much a load of bull. We look normal. Well, except for these," He said, lifting a wing.
"They're real?" Arthur asked.
"Yep. Had 'em since I was born. We all do. It's just that most people think that they're too much of a pain to keep out, so they shape shift 'em away."
"You're joking."
"Nope. They really do get in the way sometimes. There's no way to sit in a high-backed comfy chair nicely, you can't lie on your back, and they get cold really easy in the winter."
"I suppose they would, but still," He gave one of Alfred's wings one more stroke before letting his hand come back to it's partner on his lap, "It's such a waste."
"That's why I keep mine." He spread his wings as far as he could, almost brushing the wall on both sides.
Arthur just stared for a moment at the way that the light went through those massive wings, silhouetting them. He looked at the spread of feathers, perfectly symmetrical on either side of Alfred's body. He saw the way each kind of feather had a different texture but all were connected; all were perfect for doing their job of lifting that magnificent body into the sky.
"I want you to hold me while we're doing it," Arthur said suddenly.
"Well yeah," Alfred said, "Wasn't that a given?" To illustrate his point, he slid his arms up and down Arthur's back.
"No, not like that. With your wings."
Alfred looked at him confusedly, "Okay…?"
Arthur blushed, "I'm sorry, I know it's strange."
"No, babe! It's not that bad! Look, if we're doing weird stuff I've got a request too." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of cloth dropping over the Glowstone and then the two were in complete darkness. "Glow for me," Alfred said.
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"C-Come again?" Arthur asked.
"You know that thing you did when we first got through the waterfall where your skin glowed? Do it again."
"Wings first," Arthur said, wanting something to cover him.
Alfred sighed, "Fine,"
Arthur waited until the stiff primaries passed his sides and he was against the downy feathers of Alfred's coverts to allow himself to glow again. The other faerie was looking at him with that same open-eyed open-mouthed look.
"You're beautiful," the younger faerie whispered.
"Excuse me?"
He smiled, and his eyes sparkled in the light from Arthur's own skin, "I said 'you're beautiful.'"
Arthur felt himself blush.
"You really are," Alfred said, "I don't know if I've ever seen anyone as attractive as you in my life."
"D-don't say stuff like that," He turned away.
"Look at me," Alfred said, gently grabbing Arthur's jaw and turning back, "It's true. I love you and you're beautiful. I'm not gonna say that you're beautiful because I love you or anything dumb like that, because it'd imply you weren't really that good looking and you are. Don't you ever forget it."
Alfred initiated the kiss this time, gently guiding Arthur's lips down to meet his. Arthur was content to let them just share a sweet, chaste close-mouthed kiss for a few minutes, even if it didn't quite fit the mood of sitting in Alfred's lap while both of them were naked and half hard. Actually, the younger faerie was the first to make a move again, opening his mouth and letting his tongue slide against Arthur's teeth until he opened as well. At first they both attempted to keep it sweet and loving, but at some point it got away from them and there was a messy tangle of tongues as both attempted to ravish each other. Given, Arthur was at an advantage because of centuries of experience more than the poor boy, but Alfred was very energetic and a very quick learner. They began to feel each other's bodies. Arthur ran his hands up and down Alfred's well-muscled arms and teased at his sides while his lover stroked his back and groped his rump.
"I want it now," Alfred said as they pulled away.
Arthur nodded. Usually he liked to be stretched by his partner, but he also liked sitting there enveloped by Alfred. The other faerie's lap was below him; his chest was in front of him; his arms and wings were encircling the rest of him. He felt so warm, so safe, so loved. He didn't want to have to leave. Instead, he used his magic to widen himself just a little bit further, lifted himself, and carefully aligned Alfred's now fully-erect member with his entrance. He took a deep breath and lowered himself onto his lover's cock.
Both of them let out a loud groan. Alfred's was pure pleasure, but Arthur's held just a tinge of pain. Dammit, he still hadn't made himself quite wide enough. It wasn't enough to stop, but he needed to just adjust for a moment. At this point he might as well just let himself stretch and enjoy the feeling of being full to the brim. However, Alfred hadn't trained himself to be ready for that and instinctually began to buck his hips.
"Stop it!" Arthur cried.
"What's wrong?" The younger faerie asked, halting his movements, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, not really. Just… a moment please." He placed his head on Alfred's shoulder and focused on breathing deeply and relaxing his muscles.
"Okay," Alfred said. The poor lad was frozen; obviously petrified that he'd done something wrong. Arthur could feel the tension in every tendon and muscle he chanced across.
"It's alright, love," Arthur said, running his hands across the other faerie's back. For a moment, he marveled at the irony of the moment: that the one experiencing pain was consoling the one who had caused it.
However, it wasn't much pain at all, and within a minute, Arthur braced his arms on Alfred's shoulders and with a, "Now, pay attention," began to move up and down.
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It was an awkward position. He hadn't had chair sex very often for that exact reason. He was giving Alfred orders on how to angle his hips so that he could get any sort of depth, but it still wasn't really helping. Even with Alfred learning to time his thrusts to Arthur's drops, it was still to shallow and it wasn't the right angle to please either of them.
But still, it was good enough. It didn't matter that Alfred would occasionally buck in a way that was truly painful. It didn't matter that Arthur wasn't full enough. It didn't matter that he had to bend his back in a horrible manner to keep contact. It felt good to be with someone who he could feel truly loved him. It felt good to be held and kissed and made love to. It felt good to hear Alfred gasping, "I love you, Artie," and "You're so fucking sexy, babe."
Then, he felt a pair of strong hands on his hips and Alfred stilled beneath him.
"You're not enjoying this," Alfred said.
"Of course I am," Arthur replied honestly.
"Well, you're not enjoying this as much as I am. I can tell."
"It's fine, Alfred." He nuzzled the larger faerie's neck, "This is more about you than me tonight."
"If it's about me, then I want you to love this as much as me."
Well damn it all if it wasn't the worst time for Alfred to learn to comprehend logic, "Well, what do you propose we do?" Arthur demanded.
"Now, pay attention," Alfred said, attempting to copy Arthur's speech patterns and mangling them.
However, before Arthur could comment on it, Alfred picked him up. The light faerie didn't know how he did it. All he knew was that one second he was impaled on Alfred's cock, and the next he was in Alfred's arms bridal-style and being carried to the bed. Alfred set him down tenderly and kissed his temple. He kneeled above the older faerie and looked down with a sweet smile on his face.
"I'm gonna make love to you," he said, blushing.
"Are you sure you don't want me to lead?" Arthur asked to ignore the waves embarrassment and awkwardness that was trying desperately to control the situation.
"I'm sure," he confirmed, "So long as you don't mind being my test-run tonight. I mean, I still want you to help and stuff, because other wise it could be really bad and I could probably break your-"
He should really, really have stopped talking by then. To make him shut up, Arthur looped his knees over Alfred's shoulder, privately proud that he was still flexible enough to do so easily.
"Wings, Alfred," He said, smiling up.
Alfred grinned, taking that as an "okay," but thankfully not elaborating. The huge brown wings came down on either side of Arthur's head and Alfred put his weight on one hand so that the other could line him up with Arthur's entrance.
Or at least attempt to. He seemed to be having trouble getting in using one hand. Arthur reached down to help spread himself further, and after a few more seconds Alfred pushed in with a sigh of relief.
Arthur gasped and his hands fell back onto the mattress. Oh god, this was what he had been missing. Alfred's cock was still stretching him just a little bit, and now that he was balls-deep Arthur was experiencing being properly filled for the first time in years. He was in a daze for a moment, forgetting everything in the world but the feeling of his lover's manhood.
"You okay, Artie?" Alfred asked, "Did I go too fast again?"
"No, no." He said, forcing himself out of his trance, "This is lovely. Move now."
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Alfred began to thrust just a little too quickly and eagerly, but Arthur couldn't care about taking it slow with the divine way that his insides were being massaged. However, as he got over being fucked for the first time in ages, Arthur began to realize that Alfred was doing as poorly as one would expect a virgin with no direction to do.
"Steady pace, Alfred," Arthur said, "Go slowly and try to make each one matter."
Alfred nodded and with visible effort went from a breakneck pace to one that was sluggish enough that Arthur wondered if he had stopped moving.
"Not that slowly."
Alfred sped up a little bit, and Arthur coaxed him one direction or another until it was a rhythm that they could both enjoy.
"Now," Arthur said, "You want one steady angle. Go a little higher. A little more. Now left. Oh, my left. Just a little lower. A bit further left. Oh god yes! Right there every single time if you can manage it, alright?"
"Yeah," Alfred breathed. His face was bright red with exertion. Arthur didn't know how much longer the lad would last. He would have to hurry to catch up.
He began to thrust back against Alfred, bringing their hips together harder than he had before, enjoying the feeling of his lover rubbing all along his inner walls.
Technically, it was still horrible. Alfred tried, he really did, but he was still a little bit too random in his movements to turn Arthur's brain to mush. However, he was more than good enough to do that to his heart. He was looking down with a smile the entire time, whispering words of love and giving out tender caresses.
Knowing that Alfred wouldn't be able to multitask that well, Arthur wrapped his own hands around his cock. He did everything he could to speed up his orgasm, but Alfred still came first. He fell, settling on Arthur and laying there as limp as fur after a rainstorm.
Arthur didn't mind one bit. He had kind of missed the way it felt to have a warm, strong body pressing down on him. He pulled his hand away and instead rutted against Alfred's hip bone. With the smell of sex and Alfred in the air and the weight on his chest, Arthur came within seconds.
He wrapped his arms around Alfred's back, only to find that the other faerie had already fallen asleep with his cheek on Arthur's bony ribcage. Smiling, Arthur ran his fingers through Alfred's hair.
He was throwing his entire life away for this idiotic child, and he had never felt happier.
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Arthur awoke, as usual, to noise on the first floor. He understood that Alfred worked at night, but did he really have to wake him every morning with his clomping around? However, he couldn't be mad when Alfred walked into their bedroom, covered in dust but smiling as though he had just cured cancer.
"How was work, love?"
"Awesome. We finally finished busting up the concrete on that off ramp."
"That's good." He sat up, "Did you have plans for the rest of the night?"
"Just the usual," he walked to the bed and lifted Arthur into his arms, "Shower sex, food, maybe a short movie, and then more sex before you lock yourself in the study all day."
Arthur scowled, "You know, sometimes I miss that boy that would always blush and fidget if he wanted to suggest we as much as kissed."
"Dude, if I still did that after a thousand, I'd have serious problems."
"You speak as though you don't have 'serious problems.'"
"Well, I thought staying with you was a given, cantankerous old man."
"It's only because I'm mad enough to allow you, spoiled child."
"I know. You have to be mad to let a total stud lay into you all the time."
"Remind me, who was the one bent over the kitchen table this last evening?"
"Rare reward because you actually sold one of your cliché books."
"Shut up, ingrate."
"Only if you put a sock in it, douche bag."
Arthur still kissed him as he set him down on his feet in the tub. He still stroked his wings once Alfred changed back into his true form. He still wrapped his legs around the other man's waist and made love against the cold tile wall.
His life was certainly different than he had ever dreamed, living in a human city across the ocean from his birthplace. However, even now, he couldn't bring himself to regret a second he spent after that boy fell in the water all those lifetimes ago.
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Since you mentioned Matthew earlier, I was kinda expecting him to burst into the room in the middle of it *-* Of course I'm glad it didn't happen.
It seems like you fill quite a few of my requests I dare say :D Thank you for writing this <3
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(unessissary info is unessissary)
Matt sleeps with earplugs because he's used to Alfred coming home at all hours of the day. If he did wake up and hear, he was probably like, "Oh good, someone's with him this time. Maybe now he'll stop annoying that light faerie he's obsessed with."
He finds out the next morning when Arthur comes out of the bedroom looking for tea and bothering Kat about it.
Oh, it's not problem at all, dear. It's so much more fun than studying for my math final or beating my computer at Risk for the millionth time~
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Arthur literally glows during sex, awesome.
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The ending was really cute and I love how Alfred from so innocent to not. Thanks for the fill.
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