“Merveilleux,” Matthew answered. “I never thought—I never thought you’d a-actually want to do this with—with me,” he continued. He was feeling so soft and light and whereas before he felt exposed now he just felt open and how could he have ever doubted Arthur’s feelings before?
Arthur sat up, reaching over to the basin on the bedside table and pulling a cloth out of it. He leaned over Matthew and used the cloth to wipe him up, semi-lukewarm water pulling Matthew somewhat out of his daze.
“I want to do it again,” Matthew muttered. “I want—I want you inside me, I want—“
“Hush,” Arthur ordered. “You’re still in the afterglow, you couldn’t possibly take more tonight.” Arthur then wiped Matthew’s face with the rag, wiping away the sweat and Matthew, now mostly clean, seemed to curl up into the bed. Arthur slid from the bed to place the basin on the floor, and then he climbed back in and watched as Matthew lay on his side, completely fatigued not only from the day’s work but from the night’s love and he seemed to glow more than Arthur had ever seen him.
Arthur bustled about the room, closing the curtains and locking the door, as Matthew drifted off from afterglow to restful sleep. The boy was still completely nude but he didn’t seem to care, and when Arthur returned to the bed, he was lying very still, breathing deeply.
“Matthew? Are you awake?” Arthur asked as he slid into bed beside him, but Matthew barely stirred, only flicking his eyes open momentarily before drifting off again. As Matthew drifted, is thoughts tumbled between how good it felt to be intimate, and how it would feel to be even more intimate—his thoughts were rolling and he felt strangely dirty and yet very clean all at once.
I wonder if Alfred has ever felt so good, Matthew wondered as his thoughts dissipated. Arthur leaned over and placed a comforting hand on his bare shoulder, ghosting over the lovemarks he left behind. Alfred will be jealous when he realizes…
Maybe now, he’d be the favorite. Maybe now, Arthur would trust him fully. Maybe—
Arthur pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead.
“I always whisper good night to you, even when you’re not here,” he whispered as Matthew fell into the last depths of sleep. “Good night, Matthew, my dear.” Arthur’s voice faded and his heart settled in his chest. Arthur rustled and moved in closer to Matthew, eyes settled on his neutral face and golden hair. Matthew heard one more thing before losing consciousness:
“Good night, Alfred, my love.”
I DON'T KNOW WHY I FELT THE NEED TO THROW IN THAT LAST BIT OF ANGST. Anyway I hope OP enjoys, this was oddly fun to write. I was thinking of doing a sequel where Matthew tries to coax Arthur into penetrative sex doubled with MORE ANGST but um, probs not. I dunno. Peace!
Favourite - 8/?
Arthur sat up, reaching over to the basin on the bedside table and pulling a cloth out of it. He leaned over Matthew and used the cloth to wipe him up, semi-lukewarm water pulling Matthew somewhat out of his daze.
“I want to do it again,” Matthew muttered. “I want—I want you inside me, I want—“
“Hush,” Arthur ordered. “You’re still in the afterglow, you couldn’t possibly take more tonight.” Arthur then wiped Matthew’s face with the rag, wiping away the sweat and Matthew, now mostly clean, seemed to curl up into the bed. Arthur slid from the bed to place the basin on the floor, and then he climbed back in and watched as Matthew lay on his side, completely fatigued not only from the day’s work but from the night’s love and he seemed to glow more than Arthur had ever seen him.
Arthur bustled about the room, closing the curtains and locking the door, as Matthew drifted off from afterglow to restful sleep. The boy was still completely nude but he didn’t seem to care, and when Arthur returned to the bed, he was lying very still, breathing deeply.
“Matthew? Are you awake?” Arthur asked as he slid into bed beside him, but Matthew barely stirred, only flicking his eyes open momentarily before drifting off again. As Matthew drifted, is thoughts tumbled between how good it felt to be intimate, and how it would feel to be even more intimate—his thoughts were rolling and he felt strangely dirty and yet very clean all at once.
I wonder if Alfred has ever felt so good, Matthew wondered as his thoughts dissipated. Arthur leaned over and placed a comforting hand on his bare shoulder, ghosting over the lovemarks he left behind. Alfred will be jealous when he realizes…
Maybe now, he’d be the favorite. Maybe now, Arthur would trust him fully. Maybe—
Arthur pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead.
“I always whisper good night to you, even when you’re not here,” he whispered as Matthew fell into the last depths of sleep. “Good night, Matthew, my dear.” Arthur’s voice faded and his heart settled in his chest. Arthur rustled and moved in closer to Matthew, eyes settled on his neutral face and golden hair. Matthew heard one more thing before losing consciousness:
“Good night, Alfred, my love.”
I DON'T KNOW WHY I FELT THE NEED TO THROW IN THAT LAST BIT OF ANGST. Anyway I hope OP enjoys, this was oddly fun to write. I was thinking of doing a sequel where Matthew tries to coax Arthur into penetrative sex doubled with MORE ANGST but um, probs not. I dunno. Peace!