Arthur obediently lifted his legs so that he could slip them on, though he held himself as stiff as a statue during the ‘dress up’. He glanced down at Alfred and immediately regretted it, watching him at that angle, his face almost pressed to his crotch brought back memories of what they had been doing just moments ago.
His beet red face burned. Alfred, noticing Arthur’s sudden discomfort chuckled and made a point of letting his hand ‘accidently’ slide along his crotch as he pulled up the underwear.
Arthur tried to think about something else, anything else, but nothing could replace the heat steadily pooling below. He really hoped that Alfred would not say anything about his now prominent erection. He really, really hoped that -
“How lewd.”
Oh how he wanted to curse that damn man with everything under the sun! However, instead Arthur snapped; “You did that on purpose!”
“I was just trying to help you get dressed. I suppose we should take care of this problem first,” Alfred’s hands pulled the underwear back down.
“I can deal with it!” Arthur stepped back sharply.
Alfred rose to his feet, his eyes alive with unbidden laughter that threatened to bubble from his throat. “Oh, so you’ll take care of it!”
“Y – Yes! I’ll take care of myself!” he blushed, turning the other way in order to hide his shame.
Alfred’s hands on his shoulders made him jump. The man guided him to the bed, pushing him down so that he was seated over the edge. “Okay then,” he said and stepped back. “Go ahead. Take care of it.”
Arthur’s momentary confusion quickly gave way to indignation. Was there no end to this man’s disgracefulness? “...Leave then!” he snapped.
This time Alfred laughed unabashedly. “Why? This is my house. I can come and go wherever I please.” A wicked smile graced his face. Arthur shuddered. He really wanted to deal with this – the mortifying problem but his hands would not move when he felt that gaze sliding over him.
Alfred licked his lips with impatience.“If you don’t hurry, I’ll assume you don’t really know what to do and - ”
The hands reaching for his crotch told Arthur all he needed to know.
“Don’t touch me!” he snapped, scooting all the way down to the other end of the bed.
“Well then go ahead,” Alfred obediently stepped back, still goading him. “Take care of that problem yourself. Go on. Don’t turn around, just do it. If you turn around, I’m going to assume that you don’t really know what you’re doing and take matters into my own hands.”
“Y – You...”
“Yes? You want me to help you after all?”
“I hate you!”
“I’m not going to do anything suspicious. See? I’m retreating all the way back here,” he indeed did step back, pressing his back against the far wall he crossed his arms against his chest and watched in comfort.
“Wanker,” Arthur mumbled under his breath.
“No, I believe that would be you.”
Anon should stop taking detours and get on with hitting the production kink targets y/y?
Re: Pride goeth before destruction [7/?]
His beet red face burned. Alfred, noticing Arthur’s sudden discomfort chuckled and made a point of letting his hand ‘accidently’ slide along his crotch as he pulled up the underwear.
Arthur tried to think about something else, anything else, but nothing could replace the heat steadily pooling below. He really hoped that Alfred would not say anything about his now prominent erection. He really, really hoped that -
“How lewd.”
Oh how he wanted to curse that damn man with everything under the sun! However, instead Arthur snapped; “You did that on purpose!”
“I was just trying to help you get dressed. I suppose we should take care of this problem first,” Alfred’s hands pulled the underwear back down.
“I can deal with it!” Arthur stepped back sharply.
Alfred rose to his feet, his eyes alive with unbidden laughter that threatened to bubble from his throat. “Oh, so you’ll take care of it!”
“Y – Yes! I’ll take care of myself!” he blushed, turning the other way in order to hide his shame.
Alfred’s hands on his shoulders made him jump. The man guided him to the bed, pushing him down so that he was seated over the edge. “Okay then,” he said and stepped back. “Go ahead. Take care of it.”
Arthur’s momentary confusion quickly gave way to indignation. Was there no end to this man’s disgracefulness? “...Leave then!” he snapped.
This time Alfred laughed unabashedly. “Why? This is my house. I can come and go wherever I please.” A wicked smile graced his face. Arthur shuddered. He really wanted to deal with this – the mortifying problem but his hands would not move when he felt that gaze sliding over him.
Alfred licked his lips with impatience.“If you don’t hurry, I’ll assume you don’t really know what to do and - ”
The hands reaching for his crotch told Arthur all he needed to know.
“Don’t touch me!” he snapped, scooting all the way down to the other end of the bed.
“Well then go ahead,” Alfred obediently stepped back, still goading him. “Take care of that problem yourself. Go on. Don’t turn around, just do it. If you turn around, I’m going to assume that you don’t really know what you’re doing and take matters into my own hands.”
“Y – You...”
“Yes? You want me to help you after all?”
“I hate you!”
“I’m not going to do anything suspicious. See? I’m retreating all the way back here,” he indeed did step back, pressing his back against the far wall he crossed his arms against his chest and watched in comfort.
“Wanker,” Arthur mumbled under his breath.
“No, I believe that would be you.”
Anon should stop taking detours and get on with hitting the
productionkink targets y/y?