“Seems like one part of your body is reacting.” His fingertips travelled down Alfred’s chest, stomach, down to his pants. Gently he grabbed the bulge that had started to show through the fabric. As Alfred moaned, Arthur smiled. “I guess I’ve got my answer. Have work on this, right?”
“Right,” Alfred finally nodded. The Englishman slipped from his lap and down to kneel on the floor in front of him. “Right… You’re going to suck me off?”
“Don’t ruin the moment with speaking,” Arthur hushed, reaching forward to zip down his pants. Alfred rose shortly from the seat so that Arthur could pull them down. He shoved them away before returning his attention to the white pair of boxers the other was wearing. Pre-cum had already soaked a spot at the front, and Arthur leaned in, slipping the tip of his tongue across it.
“Fuck…” Alfred spread his legs slightly, his eyes locked at Arthur’s face between his legs. Arthur gazed up at him, that arrogant look of his in the green eyes. He placed small kisses up to the waistline of the boxers, bit down at it as he pulled the fabric down with his teeth. Alfred’s half erected cock slipped free of the garment, and Alfred gasped as the heated skin made contact with the much colder air in the office.
“Yes, that’s it. Make all the sounds you want to,” Arthur prodded him with a slight chuckle. He licked his lips in an eager motion as his eyes fell upon the other’s cock. He grabbed around it with one hand, leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue across the slit, licking up the pre-cum. It tasted salty, but pleasing. It was the taste of Alfred. Arthur started placing butterfly kissed from the top to the root, nipped his way up again. Alfred moaned and bucked his hips upwards, but he didn’t close his eyes, keen on getting every little detail.
Arthur slowly started to jerk the other off. Painfully slowly, meanwhile he carefully watched Alfred’s face. He loved the way the other’s lower lip would shake when his hand went down, and his eyes roll a little as his fingers caressed the cockhead. It was a pleasing sight, but he wanted to please the man even more.
Arthur leaned forward as he opened his mouth, stretching his lips over the angry-red cockhead. He gave it a slight suck, swallowing the fluids before he slowly started to take Alfred in.
“Fuck yes, Arty, like that. Keep going,” Alfred encouraged him in a breathless voice. Arthur closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on swallowing. It had been too long since he last gave the other a blow, and it was like he had to learn how to relax his throat all over again. It fought back as the cock hit the back of his mouth, but Arthur wouldn’t give up. He slipped a little back, the fast forward again as he pressed the cock in deeper. His throat clenched around the meat, and Alfred moaned in pleasure, throwing his head back. “Yes!”
Arthur gagged. He needed air. He had to let it slip out again as he took in a deep breath and allowed his hand to work a little instead. His lips were glistening with spit. As Alfred looked down at him, Arthur almost felt embarrassed.
“You look so dirty,” Alfred whispered in a hoarse voice. He reached down and gently caressed Arthur’s right cheek with a smile. “I like that. My dirty lover on his knees, giving me head. It’s the perfect picture.” Normally Arthur would have scolded him for using such a language, but now he felt it turning him incredibly on, and he turned his head as he shortly placed a kiss upon Alfred’s fingers, then he learned forward, once again letting his mouth open op for the other’s cock.
This time he didn’t gag. He swallowed like he was a greedy child getting its candy, wanting it all in one mouthful. He started to bob his head up and down, taking in more of Alfred every time he went down on him. Alfred’s fingers sunk into his hair, messing it up as he stroked and patted and caressed him at the same time.
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“Right,” Alfred finally nodded. The Englishman slipped from his lap and down to kneel on the floor in front of him. “Right… You’re going to suck me off?”
“Don’t ruin the moment with speaking,” Arthur hushed, reaching forward to zip down his pants. Alfred rose shortly from the seat so that Arthur could pull them down. He shoved them away before returning his attention to the white pair of boxers the other was wearing. Pre-cum had already soaked a spot at the front, and Arthur leaned in, slipping the tip of his tongue across it.
“Fuck…” Alfred spread his legs slightly, his eyes locked at Arthur’s face between his legs. Arthur gazed up at him, that arrogant look of his in the green eyes. He placed small kisses up to the waistline of the boxers, bit down at it as he pulled the fabric down with his teeth. Alfred’s half erected cock slipped free of the garment, and Alfred gasped as the heated skin made contact with the much colder air in the office.
“Yes, that’s it. Make all the sounds you want to,” Arthur prodded him with a slight chuckle. He licked his lips in an eager motion as his eyes fell upon the other’s cock. He grabbed around it with one hand, leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue across the slit, licking up the pre-cum. It tasted salty, but pleasing. It was the taste of Alfred. Arthur started placing butterfly kissed from the top to the root, nipped his way up again. Alfred moaned and bucked his hips upwards, but he didn’t close his eyes, keen on getting every little detail.
Arthur slowly started to jerk the other off. Painfully slowly, meanwhile he carefully watched Alfred’s face. He loved the way the other’s lower lip would shake when his hand went down, and his eyes roll a little as his fingers caressed the cockhead. It was a pleasing sight, but he wanted to please the man even more.
Arthur leaned forward as he opened his mouth, stretching his lips over the angry-red cockhead. He gave it a slight suck, swallowing the fluids before he slowly started to take Alfred in.
“Fuck yes, Arty, like that. Keep going,” Alfred encouraged him in a breathless voice. Arthur closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on swallowing. It had been too long since he last gave the other a blow, and it was like he had to learn how to relax his throat all over again. It fought back as the cock hit the back of his mouth, but Arthur wouldn’t give up. He slipped a little back, the fast forward again as he pressed the cock in deeper. His throat clenched around the meat, and Alfred moaned in pleasure, throwing his head back. “Yes!”
Arthur gagged. He needed air. He had to let it slip out again as he took in a deep breath and allowed his hand to work a little instead. His lips were glistening with spit. As Alfred looked down at him, Arthur almost felt embarrassed.
“You look so dirty,” Alfred whispered in a hoarse voice. He reached down and gently caressed Arthur’s right cheek with a smile. “I like that. My dirty lover on his knees, giving me head. It’s the perfect picture.” Normally Arthur would have scolded him for using such a language, but now he felt it turning him incredibly on, and he turned his head as he shortly placed a kiss upon Alfred’s fingers, then he learned forward, once again letting his mouth open op for the other’s cock.
This time he didn’t gag. He swallowed like he was a greedy child getting its candy, wanting it all in one mouthful. He started to bob his head up and down, taking in more of Alfred every time he went down on him. Alfred’s fingers sunk into his hair, messing it up as he stroked and patted and caressed him at the same time.