[sequel] still crazy after all these years (4/5)
anonymous
May 7 2009, 07:34:11 UTC
Still Crazy After All These Years - part four
Alfred swings his leg over, straddling Arthur as he holds Arthur's hands to the pillow. "Did you have this reaction when I was teething, too?" He doesn't wait for the obvious answer but goes on, "Did you used to jerk off?"
There's no note of judgment in Alfred's voice and his expression displays no more than the curious quirk of a brow, but Arthur turns his face to the side anyhow. "I didn't need to."
"It didn't make you want to come?" Then the fingers around Arthur's wrists momentarily tighten as Alfred figures it out: "You came just from that? From me playing with your nipples?" There's a tinge of incredulity to his voice.
It does sound ridiculous when said like that, Arthur must admit. The whole thing-then; now-is absurd, really, isn't it? The fury of Arthur's blush is directed entirely at himself.
"Arthur?"
Alfred deserves a truthful answer, so Arthur nods.
There's no response. Alfred is still holding his hands, still straddling him without touching. Steeling himself, Arthur looks-and is met with a grin so open, so enormous, it coaxes up one corner of Arthur's mouth even as he sighs.
"Can you still come like that?" Alfred asks.
Just because he hasn't doesn't mean he can't. "I don't know," Arthur says.
Alfred cocks his head. His smile glints blue in his eyes. "I want to try, okay?"
Arthur can't deny the thrill that rushes through him. "Yeah," he says, "all right."
With another grin, Alfred lets go and moves to stretch out beside Arthur. Even though his hands are free now, Arthur leaves them where they are. His head sinks deeper into the pillow as Alfred kisses his nipples, one after the other, a feather touch of lips. Now the tip of Alfred's tongue flicks, wet and slow, across one nipple; softly again; and again, so soft and wet and slow. Alfred's lips shift infinitesimally against Arthur's areola as he flicks, and flicks, and flicks. Fine flickerings ride Arthur's blood through his veins, his heart, his cock.
Alfred's lower lip comes off Arthur as he adjusts the angle of his head, opening his mouth wider: the flat of his tongue drags wet heat across Arthur's erect nipple.
"Ah~," Arthur sighs as softly as fine, shivery flickerings. And, "Ohh~," he moans as Alfred bites down, tugs hard with his teeth and licks softly with his tongue at the same time, "Oh, fuck me," he breathes.
Then he moans inarticulately as Alfred lifts his head. An intense blue glitter captures Arthur's gaze. "Is that what you want?"
Aching with the loss of Alfred's mouth on him, Arthur looks into Alfred's eyes through the haze of his mounting pleasure.
"Do you want that, for me to fuck you? Or do you want this?" He rubs the pad of his thumb back and forth across Arthur's sweetly tormented nipple.
Arthur's inhale meets his exhale and he chokes on his own breath a little.
"Hey now, shh." There's a tenderness to Alfred's smile that Arthur has never quite seen before; it joins the flickerings in his cock, giving them weight, substance.
Re: handbasket!anon is now holy god this just so nnngggghhh
anonymous
May 7 2009, 08:18:32 UTC
I love that he's like, "Really?" and then "LET'S TRY IT!" in a space of a heart beat! He just so damn energetic and enthusiastic and accepting I can't help but grin. But then he's America, so yeah.
Re: handbasket!anon is now holy god this just so nnngggghhh
anonymous
May 7 2009, 08:27:47 UTC
You know, I didn't think about it that way consciously when I was writing (I was just trying to let the characters be themselves). Happily, it seems to have worked out in character!
Alfred swings his leg over, straddling Arthur as he holds Arthur's hands to the pillow. "Did you have this reaction when I was teething, too?" He doesn't wait for the obvious answer but goes on, "Did you used to jerk off?"
There's no note of judgment in Alfred's voice and his expression displays no more than the curious quirk of a brow, but Arthur turns his face to the side anyhow. "I didn't need to."
"It didn't make you want to come?" Then the fingers around Arthur's wrists momentarily tighten as Alfred figures it out: "You came just from that? From me playing with your nipples?" There's a tinge of incredulity to his voice.
It does sound ridiculous when said like that, Arthur must admit. The whole thing-then; now-is absurd, really, isn't it? The fury of Arthur's blush is directed entirely at himself.
"Arthur?"
Alfred deserves a truthful answer, so Arthur nods.
There's no response. Alfred is still holding his hands, still straddling him without touching. Steeling himself, Arthur looks-and is met with a grin so open, so enormous, it coaxes up one corner of Arthur's mouth even as he sighs.
"Can you still come like that?" Alfred asks.
Just because he hasn't doesn't mean he can't. "I don't know," Arthur says.
Alfred cocks his head. His smile glints blue in his eyes. "I want to try, okay?"
Arthur can't deny the thrill that rushes through him. "Yeah," he says, "all right."
With another grin, Alfred lets go and moves to stretch out beside Arthur. Even though his hands are free now, Arthur leaves them where they are. His head sinks deeper into the pillow as Alfred kisses his nipples, one after the other, a feather touch of lips. Now the tip of Alfred's tongue flicks, wet and slow, across one nipple; softly again; and again, so soft and wet and slow. Alfred's lips shift infinitesimally against Arthur's areola as he flicks, and flicks, and flicks. Fine flickerings ride Arthur's blood through his veins, his heart, his cock.
Alfred's lower lip comes off Arthur as he adjusts the angle of his head, opening his mouth wider: the flat of his tongue drags wet heat across Arthur's erect nipple.
"Ah~," Arthur sighs as softly as fine, shivery flickerings. And, "Ohh~," he moans as Alfred bites down, tugs hard with his teeth and licks softly with his tongue at the same time, "Oh, fuck me," he breathes.
Then he moans inarticulately as Alfred lifts his head. An intense blue glitter captures Arthur's gaze. "Is that what you want?"
Aching with the loss of Alfred's mouth on him, Arthur looks into Alfred's eyes through the haze of his mounting pleasure.
"Do you want that, for me to fuck you? Or do you want this?" He rubs the pad of his thumb back and forth across Arthur's sweetly tormented nipple.
Arthur's inhale meets his exhale and he chokes on his own breath a little.
"Hey now, shh." There's a tenderness to Alfred's smile that Arthur has never quite seen before; it joins the flickerings in his cock, giving them weight, substance.
"This. This, please."
tbc...
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*breathes air and nosebleeds*
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I feel like there may be too many exclamation marks in this comment.
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Indeed.
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(also, Arthur is hot as always! Mmm.)
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*in my bunk waiting for the last part*
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(Last part is up now...hope it doesn't disappoint!)
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