Attachment 4/?
anonymous
October 16 2012, 04:41:57 UTC
Arthur was snapped back to reality by the annoying face hovering inches from his nose, the annoying crystal blue eyes staring straight into his emerald ones, and the annoying puffs of air coming from the git in front of him - tickling his jaw and sending unwanted shivers upon his spine. He couldn’t decide if he’d face the reality presented unto him or allow his brain to drift away.
His body, though, made an immediate reaction.
“T-Too close!” Arthur exclaimed and pushed the personal space invader. Though his heart just betrayed him by increasing its pumping, sending the blood to his cheeks, not hiding his embarrassment (and maybe a bit more), and the skin that made contact with the undeniably handsome American was tingling. And he hated it. That he could lose control like that - to faint in front of a potential customer (even though he really didn’t buy anything for the past days he was there) and an American for crying out loud!
“Ahaha! Man, I love your eyebrows!” Alfred exclaimed, not even fazed that Arthur pushed him away. Arthur quickly slapped his hand to his eyebrows, hiding them from the other blonde, his cheeks flaming red. “It’s got nothing to do to you!” he said defensively. He was honestly sensitive about his eyebrows.
“No, ah - I meant to say is,” Alfred stumbled over his words, “They look good on you!” Wow. Talk about awkward. Both of them turned pink on the cheeks.
Arthur coughed, “Ah. Ahm. Well, would you like something to drink?” he asked his visitor, wanting to dispel the awkward atmosphere they found themselves in. The American nodded eagerly and both of them stood up. Arthur led the way to the private room of his bookstore, where he could rest and lounge when things get too difficult. Refreshments are also stored here.
Arthur went to his fridge, but turned to ask Alfred what he wanted. He noticed Alfred staring at him, and he had to stop himself from getting giddy with the thrill of those blue eyes checking him out. “Oh, I want a Coke,” Alfred replied. The Englishman frowned because he knew he didn’t store Coke in his fridge. “Sorry, I don’t have Colas in my fridge,” he said.
Alfred looked momentarily surprised by his statement but shrugged, and walked towards Arthur. Seeing the man walk like that towards him made Arthur’s knees go weak. He couldn’t help himself. He had to grip on the fridge door to keep himself steady. Alfred leaned towards him, looking at the inside of his fridge, asking, “What do you have there?”
Arthur stopped breathing. His skin could really feel Alfred’s body, his warmth. And when Alfred asked that question, almost against his ear, oh dear Lord, it seemed like an invitation. Of what, he didn’t know. Arthur could only helplessly close his eyes. Goddamn American.
“S-see for yourself!” he shouted while practically jumping from where he was standing. He leaned against a wall and glared at the offending non-customer. Alfred just stared at him, wondering what his reaction as all about.
Alfred gave a shrug and opened the refrigerator. He looked at the cans and bottles inside and picked a can of beer. He gave Arthur a mischievous smile as he popped open the can and took a gulp. He took another can from the chiller and handed it to Arthur, smiling again that blasted charming megawatt grin. Fuck it.
Arthur accepted the offered drink from his own fridge and popped the lid open. He took a gulp, then decided to drink the damn beer straight. It was weak anyway. He swallowed the piss-poor alcoholic drink, feeling the bitter taste on his tongue and loving it. He needed something stronger. After draining the can, he sighed and glanced up at the other blonde, who was nursing on his can of beer, and smirked at him.
“Lad, do you want to drink more?” he asked. He didn’t know why he invited the damn American, they weren’t even friends! But he just wanted to drink with someone, and he’s right there. Social decorum be damned. They’re inside his room anyway.
Attachment 5/?
anonymous
October 16 2012, 04:45:25 UTC
He remembered his bookstore. He still hadn’t flipped the sign yet. “Alfred, get whatever you want, I’ll be back,” he ordered as he walked out of the room towards his main entrance. He flipped the sign of his shop to “Closed” and stalked back inside the room. He saw Alfred taking out bottles of his stronger liquors and some ice, and half of him wanted to be angry at him for choosing his expensive set but the other half wanted to appreciate him for having a fine taste.
He took two glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the center table, pushing one glass towards the American. He sat on his couch and the taller blonde sat beside him. Arthur wasn’t sure why he was allowing Alfred to drink with him. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.
Taking some ice cubes and putting it on his glass, Arthur turned to Alfred and said, “Let’s drink some scotch.” Alfred nodded and poured himself a glass.
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‘I’m not drunk,’ Arthur thought to himself. He was now in his fifth glass, and the ice had melted already. He sluggishly gazed at his very handsome drinking partner, pouring another glass of scotch and no hint of being drunk. Why was he looking so calm about everything?
Arthur leaned further into the couch, his head slightly throbbing. “I’m not drunk,” he muttered to himself.
He felt he was being watched. He turned to his right, and saw intense blue gaze directed at him. Arthur had to gulp. Why was he looking that way? He unconsciously licked his lips, his tongue peeking out and running over the bottom lip. Eye contact was still present, and Arthur felt his pulse increase, his face flushing, and he felt warm all over. He wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the alcohol or something else.
Arthur couldn’t take it. Those blue eyes boring at him were too much. He broke away, and looked at the floor, noting the patterns on the wooden tiles. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling. This sudden attraction to a man he practically just met was too much. But he had seen each other before, well, the other’s back, mostly. And he wasn’t sure what this man’s cup of tea was. If he even swung that way.
He closed his eyes, the headache and the warring emotions getting into him. He wasn’t drunk, he insisted on himself. He wasn’t dizzy or imagining the dipping of the couch next to him…?
Arthur snapped open his green eyes and saw a hand in front of him, moving closer to cup his face. Before he could react, his head was turned to face Alfred. Beautiful, stunning, handsome Alfred. Not even his not-drunken mind could deny the facts presented to him. He felt a thumb brush his cheek, and he knew he was blushing so bad because that was a very intimate gesture.
What the bloody hell was going on?
Before his mind could answer him, he felt lips brush against his own, and since he was not drunk, he pressed against them, feeling those chapped lips against his soft ones. Arthur’s senses went overboard, sending messages to his brain to drop everything and enjoy the ride.
Inhibition thrown out from the window, Arthur’s hand snaked around the American’s neck, grasping his hair and pulling him in for a deeper kiss as he opened his mouth to meet Alfred’s wandering tongue. He fisted the man’s shirt and pulled him closer, both their chests touching. Warm hands travelled his torso, feeling him up and he couldn’t stop the blissful sigh that escaped from his lips. Alfred took them again, nibbling his lower lip. He then moved from his lips to kiss his cheek, and then went down below his ear and bit the flesh he found there. Arthur moaned out loud, his hands roamed around Alfred’s back, urging him to do more.
Alfred slipped his hands underneath Arthur’s shirt, feeling the warm body, searching for his chest. He rubbed against one hard nipple, and the green-eyed blonde shuddered with pleasure. Alfred broke the kiss and hurriedly removed Arthur’s shirt and threw it on the floor. He peppered the exposed chest with kisses as his fingers ran over the flat abdomen and reaching to unbuckle the belt.
Arthur clung to the blonde head kissing his chest, loving every second of it. It had been so long since he felt this hot, since he was loved like this. He wanted this. He wanted this to happen so damn much.
Attachment 6/?
anonymous
October 16 2012, 04:49:01 UTC
“More, damn it,” he whispered, his fingers fisting the blonde hair but not strong enough to hurt. Alfred was doing a fine job, it seemed. He raised his hips to help Alfred remove his pants. The taller blonde reached up and kissed his jaw as one hand descended onto his bulging clothed erection.
“Ahh,” Arthur exclaimed, the pleasure his sensitive cock caused him caused him to raise his hips up to gain more friction against that warm hand. He wanted more, so much more than just that hand. He pressed his palms on the man’s shoulders, pulling the body in vain, wanting to be kissed. Alfred licked his neck before climbing up to swallow his pleasured noises. The tongue was marvelous inside his mouth, playing with his own, coaxing it to twirl against the invading organ.
Arthur broke the kiss and took a deep breath. He then bit his lip as the warm hand on his crotch began to massage his erection, cupping it through the boxer briefs he was still wearing. Why was he still wearing that?
“You look so hot like this, Arthur,” Alfred murmured against his ear, giving little nips on his lobe as he felt fingers grip on the elastic band of his boxer briefs and he immediately raised his hips to assist the removal. He was naked in front of this handsome stranger, but didn’t care one bit. Alfred’s stare was burning him, making him warm all over. He felt those eyes appreciate the exposed body, and he had to hide his sudden embarrassment with his hands.
Strong hands held both of his wrists and Alfred pulled them closer to his mouth. He gave each wrist a loving kiss, making eye contact with green eyes. Arthur flushed with the intimate gesture. What was with him and those gestures? It was as if he really meant all of these. He felt his eyes flutter close. Heat pooled on his gut, and the added kisses made him yearn for more, more of these, all of what Alfred could give him.
Alfred then took one finger inside his mouth, sucking the tip and twirling his tongue around it, giving a preview of what would happen later. Arthur had to bit his lip from making any more noises. The sensuality of the action was too much. It was too much. And yet he still wanted more.
Half-lidded green eyes looked back to the smoky blue ones, silently demanding to the owner to do something about their situation.
Seeing those eyes so lost in desire and need snapped the American into action.
Alfred gave Arthur a long kiss before he kissed his way down to the man’s chest, rubbing nipples along the way and stroking the sides with such gentle caresses the shorter man had to shudder in delight. He peppered the inner thighs with kisses, relishing on the moans and sighs Arthur was giving. As he got nearer to the erect manhood, he rubbed his nose once, inhaling the unique scent, and proceeded to lap on Arthur’s femoral pulse, sucking on it, intending to make a hickey.
‘Such… Such a tease!’ Arthur thought almost incoherently. Here he was, legs spread for the American to take him, and he would just go and suck his groin instead? He shuffled and attempted to rub his cock against Alfred’s cheek to find some friction. Alfred noticed what he was doing and clutched on his other hip to stop them from moving, and continued to make love marks on his groin.
“Al - Alfred, I want - more,” the green-eyed man demanded, roughly yanking the blonde head. Alfred didn’t budge at first, still making his last love mark on Arthur’s hip bone. After, he gave a long lick on the proud cock, hearing Arthur gave out an appreciating moan. But he avoided it again.
He went straight to the balls.
The moan of delight and frustration sounded so beautiful together. Alfred gave each testicle a good suck, licking and feeling the ridge of the scrotum against his tongue. He nuzzled against the lower base of the shaft, inhaling Arthur’s scent and loving it. He descended lower until he reached the perineum, kissing the expanse of sensitive skin until he pressed his finger below the testicles.
Attachment 7/?
anonymous
October 16 2012, 04:50:45 UTC
Arthur gave a shout. The pleasure he felt was intense, and he didn’t understand where it came from. All he knew was that he pressed something, and it felt so good he buckled against Alfred’s hold, thrashing, wanting more, needing more, just… more!
With all the teasing Alfred gave Arthur, he finally decided to give the man what he wanted. Alfred licked the erection leaking with precum, swiping the pearly fluid and rubbing it against his thumb and forefinger. He began to stroke the hot phallus, tasting the slit as he brought Arthur closer to the feeling of release. Alfred took the cock inside his mouth, careful with his teeth, and began to suck.
“Yes! Ohhhh… Finally, yes... hnnghhh,” those words escaped Arthur’s lips when he felt a warm wet mouth cover his cock. Each suck brought him closer. He loved the feeling of the hot mouth around his cock. He buckled, he thrust, feeling his climax approaching. If this was the pleasure this American give him, he would gladly do this every single day.
Arthur was so lost in his finding his pleasure he didn’t realize the warm mouth was no longer on his cock. He came into his senses, frustration skyrocketing. He glared so hard at Alfred, but all the blue-eyed blonde did was chuckle and unbuckle his belt. That snapped Arthur out of his anger, and he eagerly waited for the unraveling of the American package.
Alfred hurriedly removed his pants and stripped off his boxers. His larger cock bounced lightly when the boxers were removed. Arthur had to appreciate the size. It was bigger, but not horrendously so. He immediately liked it. The green-eyed blonde sat up and motioned for Alfred to come closer. He snaked his hand on his neck, feeling the dog tag chain, before pulling the tall blonde for a kiss. Arthur’s other hand touched the exposed abdomen, feeling the curls on his fingertips.
Arthur was excited. He was honestly excited for the upcoming activity.
He pulled the American down on top of him, kissing and fisting his hair. A gasp escaped his lips when he felt Alfred align their cocks together. He started to thrust once, and both their moans were muffled by their kiss. Alfred broke away and sat up, adjusting his hold on Arthur’s legs and began to thrust against Arthur’s own saliva-coated cock.
The pace Alfred set was fast. Wonderfully fast. Arthur couldn’t hold all his cries as pressure began building inside him. The pleasure was marvelous, intense, even. He loved the feeling of that beautiful cock against his own. He latched on the armrest of his couch, wanting to thrust back against that cock. It was nearer. Almost. Almost there…
Arthur began to scream before Alfred swooped down and kissed his mouth, keeping the pace of his thrusting. His orgasm came into him in full force, causing his abdominal muscles to contract, down to his perineal muscles, shooting the cum out to his chest, and he arched his back, feeling the pleasure all over his body. He was riding his orgasm via Alfred’s thrusts. He pulled the man closer and kissed him hard.
The shorter man slumped back on his couch, loving the sated feeling he was experiencing. He looked up to Alfred and smiled, but when he saw the still needy expression on his partner’s face he frowned, wondering what was the matter. He looked down and saw that Alfred was still sporting an erection and some part of Arthur was amazed of the stamina and control he had. The selfish part of him wanted this man so badly.
“W-what, you’re not satisfied yet…” he said lamely. Alfred laughed, kissing his cheek. “I’m saving myself up for the big event,” he said cheekily, eying the body below him all over. Arthur blushed, and meekly asked, “What can I do for you?”
“You can tell me where your bed and lube is and I’ll do the rest,” he answered, winking at the sated blonde. The implication of what they were about to do next sent a very welcomed thrill to Arthur’s being, and he slowly stood up, his knees still weak from his orgasm.
Alfred scooped him up and carried him bridal style, asking the direction of his bed. Arthur pointed to another room further, and his heart began to race as he finally thought of his activities so far.
He was about to have sex with a man he barely knew.
Attachment 8/?
anonymous
October 16 2012, 04:52:39 UTC
What surprised him was the fact that he didn’t care at all. He wanted that man. He wanted to feel Alfred inside him. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was, but Alfred was offering him a chance to be with him, and despite his morals, Arthur would definitely jump on the opportunity. He shyly pressed his cheek against the warm chest and closed his eyes.
He felt Alfred open a door and saw that they were inside the bedroom. It was just a little room enough for a single bed to fit in. Alfred deposited Arthur carefully on the bed, and asked for the location of the lubricant. The man on bed pointed his bedside drawer, and Alfred fished for the lube until he found it.
Alfred squeezed the lube into his fingers as he climbed onto the bed. Arthur inhaled sharply, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. To be honest, he hadn’t been penetrated yet. He just hoped that Alfred would be a good partner. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt fingers touch his anus, rotating and circling his hole with their slick tips. Alfred kissed him on the forehead as he pushed one digit inside.
Arthur gasped at the feeling of one finger. It didn’t hurt, but it was quite odd. But the finger was just pushing back and forth gently, and he soon began to like the feeling of it side him. He relaxed and allowed Alfred to do whatever he wanted with his body.
The finger smeared the lube around and inside the anal sphincter, spreading the lube around the area. Another finger pressed in, stretching the muscle quite a bit. Arthur inhaled sharply at the intrusion, and forced himself to relax. He was honestly enjoying the motion. If he were to be honest with himself, he actually liked those fingers, those damn talented fingers.
Alfred pushed his fingers further inside, coating the walls with lube. He began to search for that pleasure spot he pressed near the testicle minutes ago. Feeling the firm, round muscle on the upper wall, he pressed it gently.
“Ahhhhhh!” Arthur shouted. What was that feeling? So wonderful, so damn wonderful and he wanted to experience it more.
“More, Alfred, more,” he demanded, but his tone was pleading. He felt his arousal stir again.
Alfred obliged Arthur’s request, and began to suck the hardening phallus as he fingered Arthur. He twirled his tongue over the glans penis, earning him a moan of pleasure from Arthur. He stroked his fingers again and again, stretching and loosening the anal sphincter, hitting the prostate, and making Arthur fully erect again.
The taller blonde kissed Arthur on the mouth, his tongue diving and tasting Arthur. His fingers pulled out from Arthur’s hole and squeezed more lube, slicking his erection. Arthur spread his legs wider, eager to have the American cock inside of him.
Alfred placed one thumb on the hole and parted it slightly as he led his cock towards it. Smearing the outer ring with as much lube as he could, he gently pushed the head of his cock inside. The sensation was overwhelming. The pressure was intense. Alfred groaned out loud as he pushed his cock further, staring at Arthur’s face, gauging his reaction.
Arthur felt himself stretching. Stretching far wider than he had ever before, and it hurt but he liked it because it was Alfred pushing in, but it really hurt! He screwed his eyes shut and held his breath, unknowingly made himself tense.
Attachment 9/?
anonymous
October 16 2012, 04:54:06 UTC
“Arthur, babe, relax,” Alfred said breathlessly. Arthur’s walls were squeezing him so tightly. He would cum if he wouldn’t do anything about it.
Arthur felt Alfred stop pushing and opened his eyes. He saw the strained look on his partner’s face and he wanted to make it go away. He forced himself to relax as he took deep breaths. Alfred showered him with kisses.
Once Arthur began to relax, Alfred pushed further until his balls were touching Arthur’s butt cheeks. He loved the tightness of Arthur’s hole. He paused for a moment, loving how Arthur was struggling with his breathing, flushing red and panting. He kissed Arthur’s cheeks before he pressed his mouth against Arthur’s neck, sucking his pulse.
Alfred held one of Arthur’s wrists while the other hand pushed his partner’s leg closer to his chest. And he began to thrust.
Arthur opened his eyes, the pleasure overwhelming him. The thick cock inside of his anus, stretching the sphincter muscle was absolutely turning him on. The feeling of the cock thrusting inside him, sliding back and forth inside him made him moan out loud. He thrust his hips back, eager to have more of that cock deep inside him.
Alfred was liking this. Arthur was so wanton and hot underneath him, crying out demands and meeting up this thrusts. He knew it was worth it to hold his orgasm, when he could see this beautiful man, sweaty and flushed beneath his body. He would have more of this. More of this man. He would make this man want him until Alfred would be his everything.
He pushed his cock deeper inside Arthur, intending to hit the prostate. Arthur shuddered in delight, the pleasurable sensation was back. He urged Alfred to keep the thrusts coming, to go faster, to go deeper, to drive his cock straight to his pleasure spot.
Alfred was almost at his limit. He’d been aroused for far too long, and he really wanted to reach orgasm. But he could just leave Arthur in need. He grabbed the bouncing erection of his partner and stroked it with the same pace as his thrusts.
Both achieved orgasm at the same time.
Alfred continued thrusting inside Arthur as he rode out his orgasm. His hand was still pumping Arthur’s cock, his seed spurting towards the Englishman’s abdomen. Arthur’s pleasured face when he came was the best view Alfred had ever seen.
When Alfred pulled out from Arthur, he couldn’t help but stare at the hole leaking his cum. It was a beautiful sight. His eyes looked upward to see the mess he had made of Arthur.
Flushed skin. Heavy breathing. Erect nipples. Cum splattered on his chest. Cock slowly receding back to original size. Relaxed, parted legs. Sated face.
What a sight indeed.
Alfred lay down beside Arthur, who was still recovering from the intense orgasm he experienced, and pulled him closer. His partner’s body was so pliant that when he ran his hands down to his sides he just moaned and kissed him. They shared kisses while Alfred played with Arthur’s slick, wet hole.
A man like him shouldn’t be allowed to slip away from him.
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His body, though, made an immediate reaction.
“T-Too close!” Arthur exclaimed and pushed the personal space invader. Though his heart just betrayed him by increasing its pumping, sending the blood to his cheeks, not hiding his embarrassment (and maybe a bit more), and the skin that made contact with the undeniably handsome American was tingling. And he hated it. That he could lose control like that - to faint in front of a potential customer (even though he really didn’t buy anything for the past days he was there) and an American for crying out loud!
“Ahaha! Man, I love your eyebrows!” Alfred exclaimed, not even fazed that Arthur pushed him away. Arthur quickly slapped his hand to his eyebrows, hiding them from the other blonde, his cheeks flaming red. “It’s got nothing to do to you!” he said defensively. He was honestly sensitive about his eyebrows.
“No, ah - I meant to say is,” Alfred stumbled over his words, “They look good on you!” Wow. Talk about awkward. Both of them turned pink on the cheeks.
Arthur coughed, “Ah. Ahm. Well, would you like something to drink?” he asked his visitor, wanting to dispel the awkward atmosphere they found themselves in. The American nodded eagerly and both of them stood up. Arthur led the way to the private room of his bookstore, where he could rest and lounge when things get too difficult. Refreshments are also stored here.
Arthur went to his fridge, but turned to ask Alfred what he wanted. He noticed Alfred staring at him, and he had to stop himself from getting giddy with the thrill of those blue eyes checking him out. “Oh, I want a Coke,” Alfred replied. The Englishman frowned because he knew he didn’t store Coke in his fridge. “Sorry, I don’t have Colas in my fridge,” he said.
Alfred looked momentarily surprised by his statement but shrugged, and walked towards Arthur. Seeing the man walk like that towards him made Arthur’s knees go weak. He couldn’t help himself. He had to grip on the fridge door to keep himself steady. Alfred leaned towards him, looking at the inside of his fridge, asking, “What do you have there?”
Arthur stopped breathing. His skin could really feel Alfred’s body, his warmth. And when Alfred asked that question, almost against his ear, oh dear Lord, it seemed like an invitation. Of what, he didn’t know. Arthur could only helplessly close his eyes. Goddamn American.
“S-see for yourself!” he shouted while practically jumping from where he was standing. He leaned against a wall and glared at the offending non-customer. Alfred just stared at him, wondering what his reaction as all about.
Alfred gave a shrug and opened the refrigerator. He looked at the cans and bottles inside and picked a can of beer. He gave Arthur a mischievous smile as he popped open the can and took a gulp. He took another can from the chiller and handed it to Arthur, smiling again that blasted charming megawatt grin. Fuck it.
Arthur accepted the offered drink from his own fridge and popped the lid open. He took a gulp, then decided to drink the damn beer straight. It was weak anyway. He swallowed the piss-poor alcoholic drink, feeling the bitter taste on his tongue and loving it. He needed something stronger. After draining the can, he sighed and glanced up at the other blonde, who was nursing on his can of beer, and smirked at him.
“Lad, do you want to drink more?” he asked. He didn’t know why he invited the damn American, they weren’t even friends! But he just wanted to drink with someone, and he’s right there. Social decorum be damned. They’re inside his room anyway.
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He took two glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the center table, pushing one glass towards the American. He sat on his couch and the taller blonde sat beside him. Arthur wasn’t sure why he was allowing Alfred to drink with him. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.
Taking some ice cubes and putting it on his glass, Arthur turned to Alfred and said, “Let’s drink some scotch.” Alfred nodded and poured himself a glass.
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‘I’m not drunk,’ Arthur thought to himself. He was now in his fifth glass, and the ice had melted already. He sluggishly gazed at his very handsome drinking partner, pouring another glass of scotch and no hint of being drunk. Why was he looking so calm about everything?
Arthur leaned further into the couch, his head slightly throbbing. “I’m not drunk,” he muttered to himself.
He felt he was being watched. He turned to his right, and saw intense blue gaze directed at him. Arthur had to gulp. Why was he looking that way? He unconsciously licked his lips, his tongue peeking out and running over the bottom lip. Eye contact was still present, and Arthur felt his pulse increase, his face flushing, and he felt warm all over. He wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the alcohol or something else.
Arthur couldn’t take it. Those blue eyes boring at him were too much. He broke away, and looked at the floor, noting the patterns on the wooden tiles. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling. This sudden attraction to a man he practically just met was too much. But he had seen each other before, well, the other’s back, mostly. And he wasn’t sure what this man’s cup of tea was. If he even swung that way.
He closed his eyes, the headache and the warring emotions getting into him. He wasn’t drunk, he insisted on himself. He wasn’t dizzy or imagining the dipping of the couch next to him…?
Arthur snapped open his green eyes and saw a hand in front of him, moving closer to cup his face. Before he could react, his head was turned to face Alfred. Beautiful, stunning, handsome Alfred. Not even his not-drunken mind could deny the facts presented to him. He felt a thumb brush his cheek, and he knew he was blushing so bad because that was a very intimate gesture.
What the bloody hell was going on?
Before his mind could answer him, he felt lips brush against his own, and since he was not drunk, he pressed against them, feeling those chapped lips against his soft ones. Arthur’s senses went overboard, sending messages to his brain to drop everything and enjoy the ride.
Inhibition thrown out from the window, Arthur’s hand snaked around the American’s neck, grasping his hair and pulling him in for a deeper kiss as he opened his mouth to meet Alfred’s wandering tongue. He fisted the man’s shirt and pulled him closer, both their chests touching. Warm hands travelled his torso, feeling him up and he couldn’t stop the blissful sigh that escaped from his lips. Alfred took them again, nibbling his lower lip. He then moved from his lips to kiss his cheek, and then went down below his ear and bit the flesh he found there. Arthur moaned out loud, his hands roamed around Alfred’s back, urging him to do more.
Alfred slipped his hands underneath Arthur’s shirt, feeling the warm body, searching for his chest. He rubbed against one hard nipple, and the green-eyed blonde shuddered with pleasure. Alfred broke the kiss and hurriedly removed Arthur’s shirt and threw it on the floor. He peppered the exposed chest with kisses as his fingers ran over the flat abdomen and reaching to unbuckle the belt.
Arthur clung to the blonde head kissing his chest, loving every second of it. It had been so long since he felt this hot, since he was loved like this. He wanted this. He wanted this to happen so damn much.
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“Ahh,” Arthur exclaimed, the pleasure his sensitive cock caused him caused him to raise his hips up to gain more friction against that warm hand. He wanted more, so much more than just that hand. He pressed his palms on the man’s shoulders, pulling the body in vain, wanting to be kissed. Alfred licked his neck before climbing up to swallow his pleasured noises. The tongue was marvelous inside his mouth, playing with his own, coaxing it to twirl against the invading organ.
Arthur broke the kiss and took a deep breath. He then bit his lip as the warm hand on his crotch began to massage his erection, cupping it through the boxer briefs he was still wearing. Why was he still wearing that?
“You look so hot like this, Arthur,” Alfred murmured against his ear, giving little nips on his lobe as he felt fingers grip on the elastic band of his boxer briefs and he immediately raised his hips to assist the removal. He was naked in front of this handsome stranger, but didn’t care one bit. Alfred’s stare was burning him, making him warm all over. He felt those eyes appreciate the exposed body, and he had to hide his sudden embarrassment with his hands.
Strong hands held both of his wrists and Alfred pulled them closer to his mouth. He gave each wrist a loving kiss, making eye contact with green eyes. Arthur flushed with the intimate gesture. What was with him and those gestures? It was as if he really meant all of these. He felt his eyes flutter close. Heat pooled on his gut, and the added kisses made him yearn for more, more of these, all of what Alfred could give him.
Alfred then took one finger inside his mouth, sucking the tip and twirling his tongue around it, giving a preview of what would happen later. Arthur had to bit his lip from making any more noises. The sensuality of the action was too much. It was too much. And yet he still wanted more.
Half-lidded green eyes looked back to the smoky blue ones, silently demanding to the owner to do something about their situation.
Seeing those eyes so lost in desire and need snapped the American into action.
Alfred gave Arthur a long kiss before he kissed his way down to the man’s chest, rubbing nipples along the way and stroking the sides with such gentle caresses the shorter man had to shudder in delight. He peppered the inner thighs with kisses, relishing on the moans and sighs Arthur was giving. As he got nearer to the erect manhood, he rubbed his nose once, inhaling the unique scent, and proceeded to lap on Arthur’s femoral pulse, sucking on it, intending to make a hickey.
‘Such… Such a tease!’ Arthur thought almost incoherently. Here he was, legs spread for the American to take him, and he would just go and suck his groin instead? He shuffled and attempted to rub his cock against Alfred’s cheek to find some friction. Alfred noticed what he was doing and clutched on his other hip to stop them from moving, and continued to make love marks on his groin.
“Al - Alfred, I want - more,” the green-eyed man demanded, roughly yanking the blonde head. Alfred didn’t budge at first, still making his last love mark on Arthur’s hip bone. After, he gave a long lick on the proud cock, hearing Arthur gave out an appreciating moan. But he avoided it again.
He went straight to the balls.
The moan of delight and frustration sounded so beautiful together. Alfred gave each testicle a good suck, licking and feeling the ridge of the scrotum against his tongue. He nuzzled against the lower base of the shaft, inhaling Arthur’s scent and loving it. He descended lower until he reached the perineum, kissing the expanse of sensitive skin until he pressed his finger below the testicles.
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With all the teasing Alfred gave Arthur, he finally decided to give the man what he wanted. Alfred licked the erection leaking with precum, swiping the pearly fluid and rubbing it against his thumb and forefinger. He began to stroke the hot phallus, tasting the slit as he brought Arthur closer to the feeling of release. Alfred took the cock inside his mouth, careful with his teeth, and began to suck.
“Yes! Ohhhh… Finally, yes... hnnghhh,” those words escaped Arthur’s lips when he felt a warm wet mouth cover his cock. Each suck brought him closer. He loved the feeling of the hot mouth around his cock. He buckled, he thrust, feeling his climax approaching. If this was the pleasure this American give him, he would gladly do this every single day.
Arthur was so lost in his finding his pleasure he didn’t realize the warm mouth was no longer on his cock. He came into his senses, frustration skyrocketing. He glared so hard at Alfred, but all the blue-eyed blonde did was chuckle and unbuckle his belt. That snapped Arthur out of his anger, and he eagerly waited for the unraveling of the American package.
Alfred hurriedly removed his pants and stripped off his boxers. His larger cock bounced lightly when the boxers were removed. Arthur had to appreciate the size. It was bigger, but not horrendously so. He immediately liked it. The green-eyed blonde sat up and motioned for Alfred to come closer. He snaked his hand on his neck, feeling the dog tag chain, before pulling the tall blonde for a kiss. Arthur’s other hand touched the exposed abdomen, feeling the curls on his fingertips.
Arthur was excited. He was honestly excited for the upcoming activity.
He pulled the American down on top of him, kissing and fisting his hair. A gasp escaped his lips when he felt Alfred align their cocks together. He started to thrust once, and both their moans were muffled by their kiss. Alfred broke away and sat up, adjusting his hold on Arthur’s legs and began to thrust against Arthur’s own saliva-coated cock.
The pace Alfred set was fast. Wonderfully fast. Arthur couldn’t hold all his cries as pressure began building inside him. The pleasure was marvelous, intense, even. He loved the feeling of that beautiful cock against his own. He latched on the armrest of his couch, wanting to thrust back against that cock. It was nearer. Almost. Almost there…
Arthur began to scream before Alfred swooped down and kissed his mouth, keeping the pace of his thrusting. His orgasm came into him in full force, causing his abdominal muscles to contract, down to his perineal muscles, shooting the cum out to his chest, and he arched his back, feeling the pleasure all over his body. He was riding his orgasm via Alfred’s thrusts. He pulled the man closer and kissed him hard.
The shorter man slumped back on his couch, loving the sated feeling he was experiencing. He looked up to Alfred and smiled, but when he saw the still needy expression on his partner’s face he frowned, wondering what was the matter. He looked down and saw that Alfred was still sporting an erection and some part of Arthur was amazed of the stamina and control he had. The selfish part of him wanted this man so badly.
“W-what, you’re not satisfied yet…” he said lamely. Alfred laughed, kissing his cheek. “I’m saving myself up for the big event,” he said cheekily, eying the body below him all over. Arthur blushed, and meekly asked, “What can I do for you?”
“You can tell me where your bed and lube is and I’ll do the rest,” he answered, winking at the sated blonde. The implication of what they were about to do next sent a very welcomed thrill to Arthur’s being, and he slowly stood up, his knees still weak from his orgasm.
Alfred scooped him up and carried him bridal style, asking the direction of his bed. Arthur pointed to another room further, and his heart began to race as he finally thought of his activities so far.
He was about to have sex with a man he barely knew.
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He felt Alfred open a door and saw that they were inside the bedroom. It was just a little room enough for a single bed to fit in. Alfred deposited Arthur carefully on the bed, and asked for the location of the lubricant. The man on bed pointed his bedside drawer, and Alfred fished for the lube until he found it.
Alfred squeezed the lube into his fingers as he climbed onto the bed. Arthur inhaled sharply, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. To be honest, he hadn’t been penetrated yet. He just hoped that Alfred would be a good partner. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt fingers touch his anus, rotating and circling his hole with their slick tips. Alfred kissed him on the forehead as he pushed one digit inside.
Arthur gasped at the feeling of one finger. It didn’t hurt, but it was quite odd. But the finger was just pushing back and forth gently, and he soon began to like the feeling of it side him. He relaxed and allowed Alfred to do whatever he wanted with his body.
The finger smeared the lube around and inside the anal sphincter, spreading the lube around the area. Another finger pressed in, stretching the muscle quite a bit. Arthur inhaled sharply at the intrusion, and forced himself to relax. He was honestly enjoying the motion. If he were to be honest with himself, he actually liked those fingers, those damn talented fingers.
Alfred pushed his fingers further inside, coating the walls with lube. He began to search for that pleasure spot he pressed near the testicle minutes ago. Feeling the firm, round muscle on the upper wall, he pressed it gently.
“Ahhhhhh!” Arthur shouted. What was that feeling? So wonderful, so damn wonderful and he wanted to experience it more.
“More, Alfred, more,” he demanded, but his tone was pleading. He felt his arousal stir again.
Alfred obliged Arthur’s request, and began to suck the hardening phallus as he fingered Arthur. He twirled his tongue over the glans penis, earning him a moan of pleasure from Arthur. He stroked his fingers again and again, stretching and loosening the anal sphincter, hitting the prostate, and making Arthur fully erect again.
The taller blonde kissed Arthur on the mouth, his tongue diving and tasting Arthur. His fingers pulled out from Arthur’s hole and squeezed more lube, slicking his erection. Arthur spread his legs wider, eager to have the American cock inside of him.
Alfred placed one thumb on the hole and parted it slightly as he led his cock towards it. Smearing the outer ring with as much lube as he could, he gently pushed the head of his cock inside. The sensation was overwhelming. The pressure was intense. Alfred groaned out loud as he pushed his cock further, staring at Arthur’s face, gauging his reaction.
Arthur felt himself stretching. Stretching far wider than he had ever before, and it hurt but he liked it because it was Alfred pushing in, but it really hurt! He screwed his eyes shut and held his breath, unknowingly made himself tense.
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Arthur felt Alfred stop pushing and opened his eyes. He saw the strained look on his partner’s face and he wanted to make it go away. He forced himself to relax as he took deep breaths. Alfred showered him with kisses.
Once Arthur began to relax, Alfred pushed further until his balls were touching Arthur’s butt cheeks. He loved the tightness of Arthur’s hole. He paused for a moment, loving how Arthur was struggling with his breathing, flushing red and panting. He kissed Arthur’s cheeks before he pressed his mouth against Arthur’s neck, sucking his pulse.
Alfred held one of Arthur’s wrists while the other hand pushed his partner’s leg closer to his chest. And he began to thrust.
Arthur opened his eyes, the pleasure overwhelming him. The thick cock inside of his anus, stretching the sphincter muscle was absolutely turning him on. The feeling of the cock thrusting inside him, sliding back and forth inside him made him moan out loud. He thrust his hips back, eager to have more of that cock deep inside him.
Alfred was liking this. Arthur was so wanton and hot underneath him, crying out demands and meeting up this thrusts. He knew it was worth it to hold his orgasm, when he could see this beautiful man, sweaty and flushed beneath his body. He would have more of this. More of this man. He would make this man want him until Alfred would be his everything.
He pushed his cock deeper inside Arthur, intending to hit the prostate. Arthur shuddered in delight, the pleasurable sensation was back. He urged Alfred to keep the thrusts coming, to go faster, to go deeper, to drive his cock straight to his pleasure spot.
Alfred was almost at his limit. He’d been aroused for far too long, and he really wanted to reach orgasm. But he could just leave Arthur in need. He grabbed the bouncing erection of his partner and stroked it with the same pace as his thrusts.
Both achieved orgasm at the same time.
Alfred continued thrusting inside Arthur as he rode out his orgasm. His hand was still pumping Arthur’s cock, his seed spurting towards the Englishman’s abdomen. Arthur’s pleasured face when he came was the best view Alfred had ever seen.
When Alfred pulled out from Arthur, he couldn’t help but stare at the hole leaking his cum. It was a beautiful sight. His eyes looked upward to see the mess he had made of Arthur.
Flushed skin. Heavy breathing. Erect nipples. Cum splattered on his chest. Cock slowly receding back to original size. Relaxed, parted legs. Sated face.
What a sight indeed.
Alfred lay down beside Arthur, who was still recovering from the intense orgasm he experienced, and pulled him closer. His partner’s body was so pliant that when he ran his hands down to his sides he just moaned and kissed him. They shared kisses while Alfred played with Arthur’s slick, wet hole.
A man like him shouldn’t be allowed to slip away from him.
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Ooops guess who updates? >///o////<
I am so sorry for my absence. I hope the porn will help! (My first time making gay smut, please forgive me) Still not dropping the story!
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