never ballpoints [57/?]
anonymous
August 10 2010, 00:44:03 UTC
Arthur comes, a knot in his throat and a spasm that runs his length. Alfred simply holds, and waits, and by the time it's over, the walls are falling around them.
Too soon, Alfred thinks, too soon too fast and it's just-that, like something shattered across the floor. In all fairness: Arthur is young, and probably-inexperienced-but that just seems to prickle more questions to the roof of Alfred's mouth. He wants to ask, are you, and he wants to be Arthur's first and last and never.
"Good boy," he says, instead, and retracts his fingers and Arthur's and presses shhhs with his other hand. Arthur's eyes are closed. "That wasn't-"
-and he's meaning, that wasn't too bad, was it, because it truly wasn't, and Alfred can still see the trembles over Arthur's muscles. He's broken off by a knocking, though, wet and sharp in the silence, and Alfred suddenly feels more: his cock, hard pressed into Arthur's leg, and the high pink of Arthur's face, and the white across the round of his stomach and Alfred's fingers.
Re: never ballpoints [63/?]
anonymous
August 14 2010, 17:08:09 UTC
Oh man oh man, this fill kills me so!! (in a good way, of course!) First I was horrified, then I started gnawing at my lips, then my mind kept going back to "Too soon, Alfred thinks, too soon too fast and it's just-that, like something shattered across the floor. In all fairness: Arthur is young, and probably-inexperienced" -then I suddenly couldn't get rid of the mental image of Alfred orgasm-denying Arthur so that he can milk this as good as he can while he fucks him over the desk or something and oh shit, something is seriously wrong with me. /headdesk
I will creep back to hell where I belong, waiting anxiously for updates. I hope you're happy.
Almost a week since the update and I FINALLY got around reading it. I noticed that this update's much longer than usual, which was a real treat. :D As always, you manage to have me keyboard smashing the entire way. FRANCIS ALMOST WALKED IN ON THEM, I STILL CAN'T WRAP MY MIND AROUND IT. Gods, Alfred, having Arthur lie right through his teeth and cleaning up evidence like that. Shit. That jealousy of the bond between Francis and Arthur, too, which for some reason stood out much more than it did in past chapters. Huh, I guess it's 'cause it comes right after the dirty deeds, which Alfred gave up that friendship-intimacy for
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Too soon, Alfred thinks, too soon too fast and it's just-that, like something shattered across the floor. In all fairness: Arthur is young, and probably-inexperienced-but that just seems to prickle more questions to the roof of Alfred's mouth. He wants to ask, are you, and he wants to be Arthur's first and last and never.
"Good boy," he says, instead, and retracts his fingers and Arthur's and presses shhhs with his other hand. Arthur's eyes are closed. "That wasn't-"
-and he's meaning, that wasn't too bad, was it, because it truly wasn't, and Alfred can still see the trembles over Arthur's muscles. He's broken off by a knocking, though, wet and sharp in the silence, and Alfred suddenly feels more: his cock, hard pressed into Arthur's leg, and the high pink of Arthur's face, and the white across the round of his stomach and Alfred's fingers.
"Shit," he hisses. His hands ( ... )
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I will creep back to hell where I belong, waiting anxiously for updates. I hope you're happy.
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