All Because Of Glasses 8b/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 02:37:45 UTC
Alfred smiled and leaned down to kiss him. They broke apart for a moment to strip naked but then they were back on each other, licking and sucking and kissing, cocks rubbing together, fingernails biting skin. It had been way too long. Arthur didn't even know how badly he needed Alfred until he was on top of him kissing him silly.
It took an awfully long time for Alfred to find the slick. It had been buried beneath swaddling clothes and extra diapers and other baby things, but Alfred remembered how to prepare him as though they'd last made love as recently as a week ago and not last fall when Alfred's parents were gushing all over Peter for long enough that they could slip back to their house. With his other hand Alfred rubbed Arthur's nipple, making some of his milk dribble out. Arthur moaned and bucked into Alfred's fingers. He'd forgotten how good this felt.
"Alright, you good to go?"
Arthur could only bob his head ecstatically and grip the sheet. Alfred lined up and pushed in. Oh, fuck, he hadn't been stretched quite enough but it didn't really matter. It felt good just to be with his husband after so long. Arthur couldn't keep his eyes open. He just leaned back, wrapped his legs around the small of Alfred's back, and let his body take control.
Alfred leaned down to bite at his chest, nibbling at his collar bone and leaving love-bites all over. Arthur just panted, trying to keep up but too overwhelmed to do a proper job. Then the little bastard had the balls to bite one of his swollen nipples hard.
"No," he said, "That's sensitive."
"How 'bout this then?" And then he started sucking.
It was interesting to say the least: gentle, calming breastfeeding combined with hard, erotic thrusts. Arthur didn't know what to do, so he just moaned and clutched him tighter. Then he stopped sucking, pressing his broad, hot tongue against it while one hand came up to coax milk from its partner.
With a shout, Arthur's eyes flew open. He looked over to the crib to see Peter watching them with a confused look on his face.
"I'm okay," He thought to him, "You don't have to worry about me. All this, every layer of me that daddy's pealing away to leave me like this, is love. This brought you here. You can thank this for your existence. Oh God, Peter, some day you'll know, you'll feel what I'm feeling."
He looked back down at Alfred, who was still drinking, and petted his hair. They locked eyes and both of them smiled. Arthur hadn't felt nearly so happy or complete in ages. He was so at peace that he didn't realize he had come until Alfred pulled away and started cleaning them. After he'd finished that, he got Peter and gave him to Arthur. He fell asleep like that: husband at his side, child on his chest, and the entire world warm and soft and beautiful.
All Because Of Glasses 8c/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 02:38:22 UTC
Epilogue: Three Years Later.
Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew sat in the kitchen drinking tea and watching Peter and the twins play through the window. Arthur had no idea what they were doing, but Peter was doing a lot of pointing and shouting but all three of them were laughing.
Matthew sighed, "They grow up so fast, don't they?"
Arthur snorted, "They're only four."
"Still, though. I know I like to take things slow, but it seems like yesterday they were born."
"Come on, Mattie," Alfred said, "You're not old enough to talk like that. Wait until you're an old man like Artie."
"I'm not that old."
"You were complaining all yesterday that you're starting to get crow's feet."
"It's stress from dealing with you. Besides," he leaned back in his chair, "With age comes reason. Of course, that doesn't mean a lot when I'm surrounded by you idiots."
Alfred laughed and they just sat there for a few moments, all three of them with hawk's eyes on their children.
"You know," Matthew said, "Gil says that he wants another kid."
"Oh really?" Arthur said, not taking his eyes off of Peter.
"Yeah, but I don't know. It's not easy taking care of twins. I understand mom so much better now."
"I know what you mean," Alfred said, "I went over to Dad's place the other day, gave him a whole bouquet of flowers and was just like 'I am so thankful to you now!'"
"What about you two?" Matthew asked.
Alfred shrugged, "Well, you know how it is. We're so busy just with Peter. Did you know he managed to pull a full grown oak straight out of the ground yesterday?"
"What? No way!"
"Yeah. He almost set it on the house too. I just hope he learns to control himself better someday really soon."
The two brothers continued to talk while Arthur just stared out the window. They were just making small-talk and he was too exhausted to care. If only it weren't rude for him to run away and nap.
After a while, Matthew stood and stretched, "I really should go. Otherwise Gil's going to try cooking dinner again. The last time he tried to make his 'awesome' cooking he forgot about everything but sausages and beer. Make sure the boys come home before sunset."
"'Course," Alfred said, standing and hugging him, "See ya 'round!"
"Of course. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Matthew," Arthur said, turning to look at him and smiling good-naturedly.
Alfred saw him out but Arthur didn't bother to move.
"So," he said once his Alfred came back, "Peter's too much of a handful alone is he? That would have been great to know two months ago."
He just laughed and held out a hand to Arthur, "I'll tell him later. It's more fun this way."
Arthur rolled his eyes but took the hand and allowed Alfred to pull him up. They kissed and Alfred rubbed his lower stomach. Arthur placed his hand over his husband's and smiled.
No one had to know about the little life growing inside of him. Not quite yet.
Re: All Because Of Glasses 8c/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 04:32:41 UTC
That was a fun story. I really like the world you created for this! I don't know if I've said this before (I've been reading since the beginning, but am really bad at commenting orz) but you've actually made mpreg realistic (considering, you know, it's a fantasy world XD) and presented it in a way that I can enjoy. For that alone you win all the internets. The awesome story that went with it was just icing on a delicious cake of amazing.
I am crazily in love, A!Anon. Seriously. This world is just... so... fantastic! And like all the other commenters have said, this is THE MOST realistic and understandable explanation for mpreg ever! I applaud you!
Alfred smiled and leaned down to kiss him. They broke apart for a moment to strip naked but then they were back on each other, licking and sucking and kissing, cocks rubbing together, fingernails biting skin. It had been way too long. Arthur didn't even know how badly he needed Alfred until he was on top of him kissing him silly.
It took an awfully long time for Alfred to find the slick. It had been buried beneath swaddling clothes and extra diapers and other baby things, but Alfred remembered how to prepare him as though they'd last made love as recently as a week ago and not last fall when Alfred's parents were gushing all over Peter for long enough that they could slip back to their house. With his other hand Alfred rubbed Arthur's nipple, making some of his milk dribble out. Arthur moaned and bucked into Alfred's fingers. He'd forgotten how good this felt.
"Alright, you good to go?"
Arthur could only bob his head ecstatically and grip the sheet. Alfred lined up and pushed in. Oh, fuck, he hadn't been stretched quite enough but it didn't really matter. It felt good just to be with his husband after so long. Arthur couldn't keep his eyes open. He just leaned back, wrapped his legs around the small of Alfred's back, and let his body take control.
Alfred leaned down to bite at his chest, nibbling at his collar bone and leaving love-bites all over. Arthur just panted, trying to keep up but too overwhelmed to do a proper job. Then the little bastard had the balls to bite one of his swollen nipples hard.
"No," he said, "That's sensitive."
"How 'bout this then?" And then he started sucking.
It was interesting to say the least: gentle, calming breastfeeding combined with hard, erotic thrusts. Arthur didn't know what to do, so he just moaned and clutched him tighter. Then he stopped sucking, pressing his broad, hot tongue against it while one hand came up to coax milk from its partner.
With a shout, Arthur's eyes flew open. He looked over to the crib to see Peter watching them with a confused look on his face.
"I'm okay," He thought to him, "You don't have to worry about me. All this, every layer of me that daddy's pealing away to leave me like this, is love. This brought you here. You can thank this for your existence. Oh God, Peter, some day you'll know, you'll feel what I'm feeling."
He looked back down at Alfred, who was still drinking, and petted his hair. They locked eyes and both of them smiled. Arthur hadn't felt nearly so happy or complete in ages. He was so at peace that he didn't realize he had come until Alfred pulled away and started cleaning them. After he'd finished that, he got Peter and gave him to Arthur. He fell asleep like that: husband at his side, child on his chest, and the entire world warm and soft and beautiful.
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Epilogue: Three Years Later.
Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew sat in the kitchen drinking tea and watching Peter and the twins play through the window. Arthur had no idea what they were doing, but Peter was doing a lot of pointing and shouting but all three of them were laughing.
Matthew sighed, "They grow up so fast, don't they?"
Arthur snorted, "They're only four."
"Still, though. I know I like to take things slow, but it seems like yesterday they were born."
"Come on, Mattie," Alfred said, "You're not old enough to talk like that. Wait until you're an old man like Artie."
"I'm not that old."
"You were complaining all yesterday that you're starting to get crow's feet."
"It's stress from dealing with you. Besides," he leaned back in his chair, "With age comes reason. Of course, that doesn't mean a lot when I'm surrounded by you idiots."
Alfred laughed and they just sat there for a few moments, all three of them with hawk's eyes on their children.
"You know," Matthew said, "Gil says that he wants another kid."
"Oh really?" Arthur said, not taking his eyes off of Peter.
"Yeah, but I don't know. It's not easy taking care of twins. I understand mom so much better now."
"I know what you mean," Alfred said, "I went over to Dad's place the other day, gave him a whole bouquet of flowers and was just like 'I am so thankful to you now!'"
"What about you two?" Matthew asked.
Alfred shrugged, "Well, you know how it is. We're so busy just with Peter. Did you know he managed to pull a full grown oak straight out of the ground yesterday?"
"What? No way!"
"Yeah. He almost set it on the house too. I just hope he learns to control himself better someday really soon."
The two brothers continued to talk while Arthur just stared out the window. They were just making small-talk and he was too exhausted to care. If only it weren't rude for him to run away and nap.
After a while, Matthew stood and stretched, "I really should go. Otherwise Gil's going to try cooking dinner again. The last time he tried to make his 'awesome' cooking he forgot about everything but sausages and beer. Make sure the boys come home before sunset."
"'Course," Alfred said, standing and hugging him, "See ya 'round!"
"Of course. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Matthew," Arthur said, turning to look at him and smiling good-naturedly.
Alfred saw him out but Arthur didn't bother to move.
"So," he said once his Alfred came back, "Peter's too much of a handful alone is he? That would have been great to know two months ago."
He just laughed and held out a hand to Arthur, "I'll tell him later. It's more fun this way."
Arthur rolled his eyes but took the hand and allowed Alfred to pull him up. They kissed and Alfred rubbed his lower stomach. Arthur placed his hand over his husband's and smiled.
No one had to know about the little life growing inside of him. Not quite yet.
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;; R-really though thankyousosososomuch
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I'm really interested in the world you're building, too. I would love to see more of it!
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