Dreamer (4/?)
anonymous
April 3 2009, 16:25:49 UTC
Stripping, eh? Well, he did that in the shower every day, so there was no way he was going to mess that up. Or did the man want him to do a striptease? Once more, he began to wonder if he should have worn more suitable clothes. Oh well.
He took off his jacket and dropped it messily on the floor. Then his t-shirt, and he spied the man watching, out of the corner of his eye. It was unsettling, but, well, he should have expected it. Looking resolutely away, he unbuttoned his jeans and realised a moment too late that he probably should have been more concerned about his underwear than his otherwear.
"My, my, you are a true patriot of the the United States, aren't you?"
"Naturally," replied Alfred, plastering a grin on his face. "America is the most awesome country in the world." It was better than admitting that he bought the boxers because they were cheap, and, besides, it was true. He really liked his country, and he wasn't afraid to admit it, unlike some people his age. When he got out of this mess, he would totally go join the Army
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Dreamer (5/?)
anonymous
April 6 2009, 16:24:01 UTC
Black flashed across his mind's eye and blood rushed downward so quickly that he hoped that there wasn't enough left to add to his blush.
"There you go."
It was mortifying. He hadn't just thought about... he...
"Open your eyes, mon cher. I want you to watch this."
His eyes snapped open, trying to focus on the blond man behind him so that there was no way that he'd be seeing black again.
The man met his gaze from the mirror, eyes flicking downward in a soundless cue for him to do the same. At the same time, the hand around him squeezed and he bucked his hips involuntarily, a sharp gasp escaping his throat. In the mirror, he watched himself move against the hand, that experienced hand that teased and stroked him just so. He tried not to look at his own face, that red-tinted face with lips pressed tightly shut to keep himself from crying out again, trying to keep his eyes somewhere where he couldn't see how much his body was enjoying this
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Dreamer (6/?)
anonymous
April 8 2009, 03:28:27 UTC
reCaptcha: Royal studied. Really now. Anyway, sorry if updates are getting slower, but I find it very difficult to write steamy scenes. Those are tiring...The lips pressing to his stopped him from jamming his foot further into his mouth, and for that, he was grateful. At least he wasn't pissing the man off too much; the kiss was gentle and chaste. Then the man kissed him again and, while he was still taking things slowly, it was anything but chaste
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Bonus points if he's really inexperienced at this, and bonus bonus points for his partner fetishizing his inexperience and youth. Mmm.
recaptcha is Oliver 7.75, which is hilariously wrong in context
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He'd already been given two chances to reconsider, and he'd squandered both. To ask for one more would be downright shameful.
Oh Alfred ;__;
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Could someone please provide a link to Season?
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He took off his jacket and dropped it messily on the floor. Then his t-shirt, and he spied the man watching, out of the corner of his eye. It was unsettling, but, well, he should have expected it. Looking resolutely away, he unbuttoned his jeans and realised a moment too late that he probably should have been more concerned about his underwear than his otherwear.
"My, my, you are a true patriot of the the United States, aren't you?"
"Naturally," replied Alfred, plastering a grin on his face. "America is the most awesome country in the world." It was better than admitting that he bought the boxers because they were cheap, and, besides, it was true. He really liked his country, and he wasn't afraid to admit it, unlike some people his age. When he got out of this mess, he would totally go join the Army ( ... )
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Will be over here joining the F5 party. 8D;;
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*bookmarks and joins the F5ing party*
captcha: suffers it
LOL
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"There you go."
It was mortifying. He hadn't just thought about... he...
"Open your eyes, mon cher. I want you to watch this."
His eyes snapped open, trying to focus on the blond man behind him so that there was no way that he'd be seeing black again.
The man met his gaze from the mirror, eyes flicking downward in a soundless cue for him to do the same. At the same time, the hand around him squeezed and he bucked his hips involuntarily, a sharp gasp escaping his throat. In the mirror, he watched himself move against the hand, that experienced hand that teased and stroked him just so. He tried not to look at his own face, that red-tinted face with lips pressed tightly shut to keep himself from crying out again, trying to keep his eyes somewhere where he couldn't see how much his body was enjoying this ( ... )
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that last bit is GOLD
OH ALFRED <3
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