Could it be that I'm just dumb and horny?

[waitforsuperman]

Who: Juan and that guy he paid ten bucks to make out with.
Where: The Coffee Shoppe (and potentially more of the town)
When: 29th of July, evening
What: This wasn't a date, merely a casual meeting. Over coffee. And bad American beer in a bar. (damn you Emi)

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[waitforsuperman]

Staring right back at him, Alfred felt a half-smile tug at his lips. "I dunno... I can knda guess what we did," he said, fingers trailing over his neck and up to his jaw, holding his face. "Must've been good though."

He pulled Juan up for a light kiss, humming slightly. Those brown eyes were still so shell-shocked. "Let's not think about stuff like that..." Alfred said, voice lazy and low. He could definitely just spend the day in bed if Juan was going to be there.

"Let's just... say good morning to each other... like real people." Real lovers. He kissed Juan again, longer this time.

[waitforsuperman]

Yielding to the needy mouth, Alfred smiled into the warm mouth, feeling his chest tighten slightly in exhilaration. His fingers brushed along the soft cheek. This was-

"Terrific." Alfred murmured, pulling the man onto his lap, letting his fingers jump up his spine, rubbing his fingers int the shoulders. "Good morning Juan." Shifting under him slightly, he smirked up at him.

This was a pretty good morning so far.

"You busy today~?" he asked, suggestion in every hint of his voice. "I could totally spend most of the day in bed-" he paused, noting his phone buzzed, then fixed his blue eyes back on Juan, fingers shifting to the lower part of his back.

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Alfred shook his head quickly. "can't be anything important..." he breathed, eyes half-sliding closed at the teeth on his neck. "If the apartment was on fire we'd have guessed by now..."

His fingers hesitated. "Think... You could take another round?" Alfred really wanted to hear those moans and feel the body next o him while he was conscious and not in a drunken haze. Somehow... That just didn't feel like it counted.

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Allowing himself a quick, appreciative touch of his ass, Alfred's fingers quickly found themselves occupied in tangling into the soft hair while at the same time non-nonchalantly floundering at the floor near the bed, attempting to find that slippery little tube.

Of course, the mouth on his next and the hot body practically glued to his own weren't doing much to his cohesion and motor-skills.

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[waitforsuperman]

Alfred fell back into the pillows, rubbing his face. He glanced at Juan through his fingers, sighing. Carefully, he rolled onto hims stomach, reaching out to touch Juan's back, trying to coax him back into the bed.

"Juaaaaaaaaan-" he whined, "I ignored my phone, you should ignore yours." His face was half-buried into a pillow, blue eyes hurt and needy. This was so not fair.