“Arthur,” Alfred cut mid-sentence, prying the smaller teen off him and grasped both of his arms to look directly to the green eyes clouded with confusion and doubt. “Arthur, listen to me. Do you love me?”
“Of course,” Arthur said.
“And do you think I love you too?”
“O... Of course,” Arthur answered hesitantly this time, wasn’t sure where Alfred was going to drive him to with the lines of questioning.
“So, outside the fact that we are both male, does that change the fact that we can be called lovers?”
“...no.”
“Exactly the point,” Alfred said, huffing in irritation. “It doesn't matter what the other says about us. It is only about us,” he relaxed to hug Arthur, “and the fact won’t change. I love you, Arthur Kirkland. Forever and forever, even if death do us part.”
Arthur blushed again. “This is not a wedding ceremony.”
“May be counted as one,” Alfred smirked, as his fingers took the opportunity to stroke Arthur’s cheek and descended lower towards his jaw, until they reached the collarbone. “May I?”
“This is a public place, bloody hell,” Arthur protested. “Besides, it will come soon. Do you want to miss it?”
“I’m facing the west, there’s no way the awesome me is going to miss it,” Alfred said, his fingers now trailing lower and working on Arthur’s belt, buckling it open and unzipping the other’s pants. “Besides, this is the place where I confessed to you, right at the moment, right?”
“Ngh,” Arthur gave a groan as he felt the other rubbing through his underwear. “G-Git, stop it—“ Oh... It did feel so good...
Alfred fished one of the shopping bag for something before pulling out a new tube full of chocolate-scented lube. “This was quite useful, don’t you think so?” His hands made quick work of Arthur’s underwear as well, pulling until it reached Arthur’s knees and pulled the shorter teen to sit on his lap before undoing his own pants as well.
“N-No matter how long I know you, you will still be a fucking pervert,” Arthur shuddered, bracing himself when he felt Alfred’s cold, lube-slicked finger rubbed against his hole. Slowly, a finger entered him, and Arthur gave a low, shaky moan as he grasped Alfred’s shoulder and leaned to bite Alfred to muffle his moans. In exchange, Alfred gave a groan, pushing his finger deeper.
Arthur’s breath came as short huffs and puffs as the second finger was pressed on, forcing his hole to open wider. He willed himself to relax, biting harder onto Alfred’s shoulder. The taller teen immediately held up his free hand to softly caress the other’s back, drawing small, comforting circles when he heard Arthur whimpered. “Ssh,” he shushed the other, kneading the tense muscles as the intruding fingers still worked inside. “I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much.”
evening sky | 4.2/?
“Arthur,” Alfred cut mid-sentence, prying the smaller teen off him and grasped both of his arms to look directly to the green eyes clouded with confusion and doubt. “Arthur, listen to me. Do you love me?”
“Of course,” Arthur said.
“And do you think I love you too?”
“O... Of course,” Arthur answered hesitantly this time, wasn’t sure where Alfred was going to drive him to with the lines of questioning.
“So, outside the fact that we are both male, does that change the fact that we can be called lovers?”
“...no.”
“Exactly the point,” Alfred said, huffing in irritation. “It doesn't matter what the other says about us. It is only about us,” he relaxed to hug Arthur, “and the fact won’t change. I love you, Arthur Kirkland. Forever and forever, even if death do us part.”
Arthur blushed again. “This is not a wedding ceremony.”
“May be counted as one,” Alfred smirked, as his fingers took the opportunity to stroke Arthur’s cheek and descended lower towards his jaw, until they reached the collarbone. “May I?”
“This is a public place, bloody hell,” Arthur protested. “Besides, it will come soon. Do you want to miss it?”
“I’m facing the west, there’s no way the awesome me is going to miss it,” Alfred said, his fingers now trailing lower and working on Arthur’s belt, buckling it open and unzipping the other’s pants. “Besides, this is the place where I confessed to you, right at the moment, right?”
“Ngh,” Arthur gave a groan as he felt the other rubbing through his underwear. “G-Git, stop it—“ Oh... It did feel so good...
Alfred fished one of the shopping bag for something before pulling out a new tube full of chocolate-scented lube. “This was quite useful, don’t you think so?” His hands made quick work of Arthur’s underwear as well, pulling until it reached Arthur’s knees and pulled the shorter teen to sit on his lap before undoing his own pants as well.
“N-No matter how long I know you, you will still be a fucking pervert,” Arthur shuddered, bracing himself when he felt Alfred’s cold, lube-slicked finger rubbed against his hole. Slowly, a finger entered him, and Arthur gave a low, shaky moan as he grasped Alfred’s shoulder and leaned to bite Alfred to muffle his moans. In exchange, Alfred gave a groan, pushing his finger deeper.
Arthur’s breath came as short huffs and puffs as the second finger was pressed on, forcing his hole to open wider. He willed himself to relax, biting harder onto Alfred’s shoulder. The taller teen immediately held up his free hand to softly caress the other’s back, drawing small, comforting circles when he heard Arthur whimpered. “Ssh,” he shushed the other, kneading the tense muscles as the intruding fingers still worked inside. “I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much.”