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~
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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