Tea Time (5/?)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 04:13:48 UTC
Author!Anon apologizes profusely for her late update. She just went to a con and then just procrastinated. Many apologies everyone…especially thisfic!Alfred who has had Arthur’s cock down his throat for about a solid week now, suspended in cyberspace lol. It’s okay Alfred, the end is in sight because the Author!Anon has appeared to (torture)liberate you lol Enjoy everyone~
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“So what’s your choice?” Alfred just looks up at him. “Oh, no, I’m not letting you up. Tell me with my fucking cock down your throat: Where do you want my come?”
Alfred almost comes then. Fuck that was so hot. Especially when the elder man yanks his hair again. “What? I don’t hear you, Alfred.”
Alfred attempts to speak but just ends up coughing, his eyes watering.
Arthur moans, his eyes rolling back for a brief moment. Dear Lord, could anything in the world feel as good as that…the vibrations of Alfred trying to talk and gagging around him?
“Gruugh.” Alfred tried again but it is incompressible.
Arthur sighs after a moment and pulls his cock all the way out, his hands still yanking Alfred’s hair. Alfred is shivering with lust; his own cock flushed bright red and little beads of pre-come slipping down the length.
“M-my throat,” Alfred rasps as soon as his airway is clear. “Come down my throat, please.”
A deliciously sinister smile creeps across Arthur’s face and it makes Alfred’s cock twitch with anticipation. One of the hands tangled in his hair slips down to his face, brushing his cheek, slipping the thumb into his mouth.
“As you wish, my beautiful, filthy slut.”
…So Alfred opens his mouth and again Arthur shoves his cock in all the way down to the base.
“Nnnnn…yes, lad, yes, just like that, just keep it open.” Arthur is sliding in and out, his hands on Alfred’s jaw and hair to try to keep him open as he thrusts in and out of the boy’s throat.
Alfred’s hands unconsciously struggled against the bonds, desperately wishing he could touch himself, but the thrill of being able to do nothing but sit there and just take Arthur’s cock was nearly as good. He was getting close without even being touched.
All he can think is: Moremoremore, god please, come down my throat please…I want to feel it.
~~~~~ Author!Anon apologizes for this obscenely short section, but she thought she might as well get something up for all you lovely readers! More to come! I PROMISE! And I promise a little gift for all of you who voted option 1~
Re: Tea Time (5/?)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 17:14:46 UTC
Moremoremore, indeed. Fantastic, A!A. I can never get enough of this fill, I don't even know how many times I've read it and it's not even finished yet. XD
And I can't wait to see what you have in store for those who voted option #1. But judging by what you've written so far, it's gonna be awesome and ridiculously sexy.
Re: Tea Time (5/?)
anonymous
November 18 2011, 06:02:49 UTC
Hey author!anon, I really enjoyed your fill and I'm wondering if you're coming back soon! Or perhaps you've continued this fill elsewhere and I've missed it?
Enjoy everyone~
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“So what’s your choice?” Alfred just looks up at him. “Oh, no, I’m not letting you up. Tell me with my fucking cock down your throat: Where do you want my come?”
Alfred almost comes then. Fuck that was so hot. Especially when the elder man yanks his hair again. “What? I don’t hear you, Alfred.”
Alfred attempts to speak but just ends up coughing, his eyes watering.
Arthur moans, his eyes rolling back for a brief moment. Dear Lord, could anything in the world feel as good as that…the vibrations of Alfred trying to talk and gagging around him?
“Gruugh.” Alfred tried again but it is incompressible.
Arthur sighs after a moment and pulls his cock all the way out, his hands still yanking Alfred’s hair. Alfred is shivering with lust; his own cock flushed bright red and little beads of pre-come slipping down the length.
“M-my throat,” Alfred rasps as soon as his airway is clear. “Come down my throat, please.”
A deliciously sinister smile creeps across Arthur’s face and it makes Alfred’s cock twitch with anticipation. One of the hands tangled in his hair slips down to his face, brushing his cheek, slipping the thumb into his mouth.
“As you wish, my beautiful, filthy slut.”
…So Alfred opens his mouth and again Arthur shoves his cock in all the way down to the base.
“Nnnnn…yes, lad, yes, just like that, just keep it open.” Arthur is sliding in and out, his hands on Alfred’s jaw and hair to try to keep him open as he thrusts in and out of the boy’s throat.
Alfred’s hands unconsciously struggled against the bonds, desperately wishing he could touch himself, but the thrill of being able to do nothing but sit there and just take Arthur’s cock was nearly as good. He was getting close without even being touched.
All he can think is: Moremoremore, god please, come down my throat please…I want to feel it.
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Author!Anon apologizes for this obscenely short section, but she thought she might as well get something up for all you lovely readers! More to come! I PROMISE!
And I promise a little gift for all of you who voted option 1~
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And I can't wait to see what you have in store for those who voted option #1. But judging by what you've written so far, it's gonna be awesome and ridiculously sexy.
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Alfred sums my feelings up best - "Moremoremore"! I can't wait to see what's in store for the ending./bounces excitedly
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