Baby, It's Cold Outside [2/?]
anonymous
October 1 2009, 04:26:45 UTC
Matthew doesn’t respond, but he slides his gaze onto Arthur and smiles, and the silence turns into something much more comfortable. Matthew takes a sip of his drink, and then jerks his head away in surprise. “Hot chocolate?” he says, crooking an eyebrow and smiling
( ... )
Re: Baby, It's Cold Outside [2/?]
anonymous
October 1 2009, 05:50:49 UTC
hawt
Wait, that's not what I meant to say!! This is just - PFFFT, exactly what I imagine modern era UK/Canada to be, all quiet and gentle and just perfect and lksjghskgj I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. >.>;;
Re: Baby, It's Cold Outside [2/?]
anonymous
October 1 2009, 19:54:57 UTC
Seriously, if/when you deanon I shall do this properly but I think I'd like to marry you. Y/Y? And, um, I really don't say that about anything.
That being said, this is as exquisite as the maple candies. Matthew's appropriately shy and unsure and your Arthur is exactly the way I like him in these stories, subdued without losing his character. And the writing style itself is amazing. The focus on warmth is especially nice since it's really cold and rainy here today. Absolutely delighted I found this gem!
Keep up the amazing work~ And maybe more please, soon?
I'll certainly de-anon myself at some point! This is actually something I'm doing to repay the artist, so I have to show her when it's finished. But I'm so glad that you like it!
Re: Baby, It's Cold Outside [3/?]
anonymous
October 1 2009, 21:54:43 UTC
“Y-yeah, I did,” Matthew stutters. When did Arthur’s face get so close?
“Have you tried one yet?” Arthur asks, and yes, he’s definitely leaning forward, towards him, and he can’t move.
“I taste-tested during the process, so…so that I made sure I could get it right,” Matthew answered, trying to keep his head screwed on long enough to finish talking.
“But have you had one of them yourself?” Arthur asks. Matthew can feel Arthur’s warm breath against his lips, the skin just beneath his nose.
“I wanted to save them for you.” Matthew’s voice tightens into a high whisper.
“Do you mind if I share?” Arthur asks, and Matthew marvels at the looseness in that voice, the way the words uncoil and slip from his throat.
“N-n-no - they’re yours,” Matthew says. Please, Arthur, please reach over and get one because you’re too close and warm and I don’t want to regret my own -Matthew’s eyes slip shut, and his body leans into that organic, human warmth. The tip of his nose brushing Arthur’s cheekbone as their lips touch, and he floats for a
( ... )
Baby, It's Cold Outside [4/?]
anonymous
October 1 2009, 23:34:10 UTC
“Matthew…”
He can’t answer; his throat is closed and his body tingles with dread-filled anticipation.
“Matthew. Open your eyes.”
He feels his glasses being lifted off his face, and when he opens his eyes and prepares himself to snap at Arthur, he finds himself staring into tender green eyes.
“Do you know what I see, Matthew?”
Matthew draws a shaking breath when he feels the pad of Arthur’s thumb lift to brush the corner of his eye.
“I see purple eyes,” Arthur says, and squints a bit more as they watch another. “And if I look close enough, I can see the fire in them, too. My own eyes.” Arthur’s lids fall, but don’t close. “You may look the same,” Arthur says, his very voice an apology, “but this close, this close, is where I can see your aurora borealis, Matthew. Nothing is more beautiful than that
( ... )
Baby, It's Cold Outside [5/?]
anonymous
October 2 2009, 18:56:08 UTC
But he interrupts himself with a yelp as Arthur blows a raspberry against his stomach. Yelps, and then laughs and tries to push Arthur away even as he arches into that mouth and the vibrations.
“Arthur - ah! Arthur -” But he’s laughing and smiling, and Arthur looks pleased with himself when he lifts his head
( ... )
Baby, It's Cold Outside [6/7]
anonymous
October 3 2009, 01:25:31 UTC
“Huh -?”
“There,” Arthur says, smiling as he rubs Matthew’s hipbone. “So you don’t get rug burn.”
Oh. The oh inside of him transforms into tenderness, and he smiles as Arthur reaches up with his hand to grab the bottle of oil lying by his head. “Can I get you to get up on your knees and spread your legs a bit more, Matthew?”
Matthew sighs out a deep breath as he braces himself against Arthur’s stomach and moves his knees out farther, letting his eyes slide shut as Arthur reaches up to take his cock in hand. You were watching, he thinks, and savors the way Arthur jerks him off with slow strokes and tight squeezes
( ... )
Re: Baby, It's Cold Outside [6/7]
anonymous
October 3 2009, 01:45:01 UTC
i love this~ the sweetness, the tenderness of it makes me wish that my first time will be like this makes my heart melt. i was just crying over some sad angsty doujinshi and this made me smile. especially the part where they are preventing each other from getting rug burns. dawwwwwwwwwwwww~
Baby, It's Cold Outside [7/7]
anonymous
October 3 2009, 01:51:31 UTC
And Arthur’s arms tighten around him, claw against his back as he grunts and shivers and comes inside of him. He leaves Matthew’s skin crackling with desire and tension, leaves him panting and holding onto Arthur.
“Sweet lad,” Arthur whispers. One hand comes up to curl behind his ear. As Arthur kisses him, Matthew feels his body release itself and flood out of the pores in his skin, crying out softly as he leans his forehead against Arthur’s shoulder and comes over Arthur’s stomach and hand.
Arthur’s lips cover his; they kiss through their heavy breathing, through Matthew’s mind slowly coming back to itself. Arthur eases them both down onto the ground, a hand rubbing between Matthew’s shoulder blades and the small of his back.
“You’re all right?” Arthur asks, and his voice sounds a little gruffer. Matthew opens his eyes to see Arthur looking away, a blush high on his cheeks, and feels him shift in place. Oh, how cute, he thinks, and leans forward to taste Arthur’s mouth again
( ... )
Re: Baby, It's Cold Outside [7/7]
anonymous
October 3 2009, 02:53:04 UTC
Anon. Anon. This was absolutely gorgeous. The warmth and the emotion, it's amazing. This is easily one of my favourite pieces on the kink meme. I don't even have anything more to say. I think I'll go reread this a few times now. Thank you so much for writing this.
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Wait, that's not what I meant to say!! This is just - PFFFT, exactly what I imagine modern era UK/Canada to be, all quiet and gentle and just perfect and lksjghskgj I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. >.>;;
I hope you post the next part soon!
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and is that letsactive's art? i love her stuff. she's really young but she's so good.
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That being said, this is as exquisite as the maple candies. Matthew's appropriately shy and unsure and your Arthur is exactly the way I like him in these stories, subdued without losing his character. And the writing style itself is amazing. The focus on warmth is especially nice since it's really cold and rainy here today. Absolutely delighted I found this gem!
Keep up the amazing work~ And maybe more please, soon?
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“Have you tried one yet?” Arthur asks, and yes, he’s definitely leaning forward, towards him, and he can’t move.
“I taste-tested during the process, so…so that I made sure I could get it right,” Matthew answered, trying to keep his head screwed on long enough to finish talking.
“But have you had one of them yourself?” Arthur asks. Matthew can feel Arthur’s warm breath against his lips, the skin just beneath his nose.
“I wanted to save them for you.” Matthew’s voice tightens into a high whisper.
“Do you mind if I share?” Arthur asks, and Matthew marvels at the looseness in that voice, the way the words uncoil and slip from his throat.
“N-n-no - they’re yours,” Matthew says. Please, Arthur, please reach over and get one because you’re too close and warm and I don’t want to regret my own -Matthew’s eyes slip shut, and his body leans into that organic, human warmth. The tip of his nose brushing Arthur’s cheekbone as their lips touch, and he floats for a ( ... )
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He can’t answer; his throat is closed and his body tingles with dread-filled anticipation.
“Matthew. Open your eyes.”
He feels his glasses being lifted off his face, and when he opens his eyes and prepares himself to snap at Arthur, he finds himself staring into tender green eyes.
“Do you know what I see, Matthew?”
Matthew draws a shaking breath when he feels the pad of Arthur’s thumb lift to brush the corner of his eye.
“I see purple eyes,” Arthur says, and squints a bit more as they watch another. “And if I look close enough, I can see the fire in them, too. My own eyes.” Arthur’s lids fall, but don’t close. “You may look the same,” Arthur says, his very voice an apology, “but this close, this close, is where I can see your aurora borealis, Matthew. Nothing is more beautiful than that ( ... )
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“Arthur - ah! Arthur -” But he’s laughing and smiling, and Arthur looks pleased with himself when he lifts his head ( ... )
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“There,” Arthur says, smiling as he rubs Matthew’s hipbone. “So you don’t get rug burn.”
Oh. The oh inside of him transforms into tenderness, and he smiles as Arthur reaches up with his hand to grab the bottle of oil lying by his head. “Can I get you to get up on your knees and spread your legs a bit more, Matthew?”
Matthew sighs out a deep breath as he braces himself against Arthur’s stomach and moves his knees out farther, letting his eyes slide shut as Arthur reaches up to take his cock in hand. You were watching, he thinks, and savors the way Arthur jerks him off with slow strokes and tight squeezes ( ... )
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“Sweet lad,” Arthur whispers. One hand comes up to curl behind his ear. As Arthur kisses him, Matthew feels his body release itself and flood out of the pores in his skin, crying out softly as he leans his forehead against Arthur’s shoulder and comes over Arthur’s stomach and hand.
Arthur’s lips cover his; they kiss through their heavy breathing, through Matthew’s mind slowly coming back to itself. Arthur eases them both down onto the ground, a hand rubbing between Matthew’s shoulder blades and the small of his back.
“You’re all right?” Arthur asks, and his voice sounds a little gruffer. Matthew opens his eyes to see Arthur looking away, a blush high on his cheeks, and feels him shift in place. Oh, how cute, he thinks, and leans forward to taste Arthur’s mouth again ( ... )
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And that omake sounds absolutely divine.
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I would also love to see that omake. <3
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Damn, I can't write comments.
But still, lovely work!
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