the drift & flutter of a maple leaf on an early autumn breeze (4/?)
anonymous
April 30 2009, 03:10:03 UTC
He lies limp and shaking, breath ragged, as Arthur soothes him with gentle tones, such gentle caresses. Alfred caresses him too, undressing him fully as Arthur pets him. When Matthew kisses Arthur's hand, the palm curves to cup his face. Alfred's hand strokes down Matthew's spine, over his ass, and Matthew whimpers against Arthur's hand. Sliding off the bed, Alfred kneels between Arthur's legs and leans in to kiss, lick, lap the come from Arthur's thighs; Matthew whimpers more. Arthur shifts back on the bed, Alfred going with him, mouth latched onto Arthur's cock, pulling and elongating the flesh with his teeth-and now Matthew moans.
Settled against the headboard with Alfred comfortable between his legs, Arthur beckons Matthew, and Matthew crawls to him. Matthew sucks in a breath of admiration for the stretch and tightening of muscle under skin as Arthur slips down and curves himself, then seats Matthew in the curve of his abdomen facing Alfred. Arthur's hands cup the backs of Matthew's thighs, holding him up and open and out of the way for Alfred. As Alfred licks up Arthur's cock, he brushes against Matthew's balls; his tongue rasps over them as he raises his smiling face to them.
"Push him back down," Arthur says low to Matthew, and Matthew does it: he feels Alfred's closed, smiling lips brushing over his cock, his balls. "Open him for me," Arthur murmurs, and Matthew reaches for Alfred's mouth, pushing his thumb inside. He pushes Alfred down more until Alfred's tequila smile swallows Arthur's cock; Matthew shivers with the vibrations of that smile in Arthur's body beneath him.
Arthur is fingering the maple leaf tattoo again, and Matthew quivers and whimpers. Coaxing Matthew up, Arthur cups Matthew's arse, eliciting more whimpering. Matthew's feet press into the mattress as he holds himself up for Arthur, trembling with the strain. Arthur asks if it hurts, and Matthew can only moan as Arthur kneads him. Then Arthur asks softly, "Did you like it, lad?"
"Yes, Daddy."
The words have slipped out, and Matthew is hot with blush; he feels Arthur shiver with heat.
As Arthur continues kneading, he begins fondling Matthew's balls with his other hand. "Do you like this, son?"
Arthur's breath is hot and heavy against Matthew's skin, in his ear; the words hot and heavy in his head. "Yes, Daddy." He keeps whispering it, whimpering, moaning as Arthur continues murmuring and touching, rocking them to the 'yes daddy' rhythm.
Even after Arthur comes, shaking and hot, he continues rocking Matthew. Settling Matthew in his lap, his cock soft against Matthew now, he touches Matthew's throat to feel the vibrations of the litany. Touches his chest, his torso, his hip. Caresses his tattoo. Massages his balls. Strokes his cock. Matthew writhes helplessly, deliriously, and can't stop mewling. He can't-yes, daddy; yes, daddy-stop. Arthur is touching Matthew all over, murmuring and eliciting Matthew's responsive litany over and over, until Matthew-"please, Daddy, please"-breaks the rhythm.
"Do you want to come for me now?" Arthur asks, palming Matthew's balls, fisting his cock. "Can you come for me now, son?"
"Yes, Daddy; oh yes," Matthew cries softly; and he does.
Alfred swallows hard, breathes an almost inaudible "fuck," comes into his own hand. His eyes go to Arthur's, and Arthur swallows hard too; and Alfred smiles darker and brighter than tequila, and softer too.
Matthew whimpers when he feels himself being moved off Arthur's lap and onto the bed, two pairs of hands on him. His head is spinning and he closes his eyes again. He feels their hands soothing him, their bodies cradling him, their lips brushing his brow. His whimpers quiet; his head still spins, he floats. He opens his eyes:
Arthur and Alfred are kissing-moving together, mouths and lips brushing with soft, slow movement, flashes of tongue.
Matthew watches them kiss. He wants to kiss them, too. He reaches up blind and blindly kisses the corner of their mouths. They turn to him, bringing him into the kiss; Matthew can taste Arthur in Alfred's mouth. "Can we fuck now?" Matthew murmurs around the edge of the kiss.
Settled against the headboard with Alfred comfortable between his legs, Arthur beckons Matthew, and Matthew crawls to him. Matthew sucks in a breath of admiration for the stretch and tightening of muscle under skin as Arthur slips down and curves himself, then seats Matthew in the curve of his abdomen facing Alfred. Arthur's hands cup the backs of Matthew's thighs, holding him up and open and out of the way for Alfred. As Alfred licks up Arthur's cock, he brushes against Matthew's balls; his tongue rasps over them as he raises his smiling face to them.
"Push him back down," Arthur says low to Matthew, and Matthew does it: he feels Alfred's closed, smiling lips brushing over his cock, his balls. "Open him for me," Arthur murmurs, and Matthew reaches for Alfred's mouth, pushing his thumb inside. He pushes Alfred down more until Alfred's tequila smile swallows Arthur's cock; Matthew shivers with the vibrations of that smile in Arthur's body beneath him.
Arthur is fingering the maple leaf tattoo again, and Matthew quivers and whimpers. Coaxing Matthew up, Arthur cups Matthew's arse, eliciting more whimpering. Matthew's feet press into the mattress as he holds himself up for Arthur, trembling with the strain. Arthur asks if it hurts, and Matthew can only moan as Arthur kneads him. Then Arthur asks softly, "Did you like it, lad?"
"Yes, Daddy."
The words have slipped out, and Matthew is hot with blush; he feels Arthur shiver with heat.
As Arthur continues kneading, he begins fondling Matthew's balls with his other hand. "Do you like this, son?"
Arthur's breath is hot and heavy against Matthew's skin, in his ear; the words hot and heavy in his head. "Yes, Daddy." He keeps whispering it, whimpering, moaning as Arthur continues murmuring and touching, rocking them to the 'yes daddy' rhythm.
Even after Arthur comes, shaking and hot, he continues rocking Matthew. Settling Matthew in his lap, his cock soft against Matthew now, he touches Matthew's throat to feel the vibrations of the litany. Touches his chest, his torso, his hip. Caresses his tattoo. Massages his balls. Strokes his cock. Matthew writhes helplessly, deliriously, and can't stop mewling. He can't-yes, daddy; yes, daddy-stop. Arthur is touching Matthew all over, murmuring and eliciting Matthew's responsive litany over and over, until Matthew-"please, Daddy, please"-breaks the rhythm.
"Do you want to come for me now?" Arthur asks, palming Matthew's balls, fisting his cock. "Can you come for me now, son?"
"Yes, Daddy; oh yes," Matthew cries softly; and he does.
Alfred swallows hard, breathes an almost inaudible "fuck," comes into his own hand. His eyes go to Arthur's, and Arthur swallows hard too; and Alfred smiles darker and brighter than tequila, and softer too.
Matthew whimpers when he feels himself being moved off Arthur's lap and onto the bed, two pairs of hands on him. His head is spinning and he closes his eyes again. He feels their hands soothing him, their bodies cradling him, their lips brushing his brow. His whimpers quiet; his head still spins, he floats. He opens his eyes:
Arthur and Alfred are kissing-moving together, mouths and lips brushing with soft, slow movement, flashes of tongue.
Matthew watches them kiss. He wants to kiss them, too. He reaches up blind and blindly kisses the corner of their mouths. They turn to him, bringing him into the kiss; Matthew can taste Arthur in Alfred's mouth. "Can we fuck now?" Matthew murmurs around the edge of the kiss.
Arthur touches his face. "Is that what you want?"
to be continued
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