“A-are you gonna—in me or—“ Matthew panted as Arthur’s fingers came dangerously close to his opening but Arthur murmured “No, I just want to focus on touching you completely.”
Matthew turned to face Arthur, opening his eyes once more, and Arthur stared back. Matthew’s cheeks were flushed to a pleasant red-pink hue, his lips swollen and wet with saliva, his hair in his big, huge bright violet eyes that seemed more alive than he’d ever seen them. Matthew’s arms were still over Arthur’s shoulders and Matthew just smiled as he leaned up and kissed Arthur again, pressing up harder, urging Arthur to continue.
Arthur started pumping them both again, his ministrations continuing at a faster pace but still together and the pulse of Arthur’s body entered Matthew’s as it clicked at just how close together they were, skin and vein to skin and vein. Arthur leaned down and hovered beside Matthew’s ear, murmuring and kissing his tender skin.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said. “I want to make you want me even more. I want to bring us even closer together. I want to feel every part of you.” Matthew’s breathing trembled as the words roiled around in his lust-ridden brain as all his nerve endings seem to light up at once and he knew he was nearly done, but he couldn’t stop the sudden inflation of his chest.
Arthur moved from his ear back to his throat, on the other side this time, thrusting his hips in time with his hand and licking at the crook of his neck before gently biting down, causing Matthew to gasp out in pleasure and surprise.
“You’re so precious,” Arthur mumbled. “You’re so precious and your empire will be the only one to covet you.” The corner of Matthew’s lips twitched up as he was flooded with warmth he never said anything like this to Alfred oh God please don’t ever let him stop Je veux que vous—
Arthur sat up a bit and he felt the tremors in Matthew’s body, the tension swelling up, Matthew’s face screwed up in pleasure and then—this moan that seemed to penetrate the walls in a way Arthur had never truly heard. He slid his free hand from Matthew’s back where he’d been tracing the boy’s spine and instead used that hand to pull Matthew’s arm down from his shoulder and covered it with his own hand bringing them to completion, and as Matthew’s hand was slicked with the oil and fluids from Arthur’s hands his body writhed and he cried out and Arthur pressed his forehead against the younger’s as Matthew’s entire body convulsed and he climaxed with a very dazed-sounding mon Dieu.
The sight of the post-coital colony relaxed into the bed was enough to bring Arthur to completion as well, and he breathed a deep sigh as he pressed his head against Matthew’s neck, suddenly aware of how sweaty his forehead and shoulders were.
They lay for a moment in a heap of sweat, Matthew laying with his head turned to the side, hair plastered to his face, panting as if he’d just run as fast as he could. His hands were resting on his chest, not even caring about the remnants of their activities splattered all over his abdomen. Arthur opened his eyes, riding out his high, watching Matthew through lidded eyes as he breathed slower and slower, his legs twitching every so often, his white skin slowly fading to red and purple around his collarbone and neck.
Arthur pushed himself up, reaching over and tracing his finger through the remnants, causing Matthew to give a breathy giggle as his over sensitized skin was touched until Arthur’s finger was covered in cum and he prodded Matthew’s lips.
“Try it,” Arthur murmured and Matthew did, sucking it as unintentionally sensually as he could, finally opening his eyes and making a face as he realized what he did.
“Wha—“ he mumbled but Arthur just slicked the colony’s hair back from his face and kissed his forehead.
“How was it?” he asked. Matthew just smiled up at him—a relaxed, happy smile, one Arthur was sure he hadn’t seen in a very long time—and touched Arthur’s face.
“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!
I actually really love that last line. :x Matthew's been comparing himself to Alfred the whole way through, and it brings the story closed to see that yeah, Arthur actually is in love with Alfred and Matthew will (probably) never win against his absent brother.
And if you wrote that sequel, I'd be all over it. <3 Hot + angst + pushing some more on my first time!kink = win.
OP definitely doesn't mind the ending, it can be interpreted in various ways and as the anon above mentioned, rounds up the story well.
As for the rest of the fic, I'm melting because you (probably) unintentionally hit all my kinks at once. Non-penetrative sex of any form is so sadly unappreciated way to write smut and matches so well with the first time theme, I was thrilled as I realized what Arthur's intention was from the start. And then forehead kisses!! and then - call me a weirdo, but my favourite part of this update was Matthew's escaped "Bon" and the consequent fear he'll be punished for it, together with Arthur's "grown up" reaction with French in bed being okay. It's the perfect symbol of their changed relationships and of how different the rules now are between them.
Also lots kudos and cookies for making the afterglow scene just as long as the foreplay, it's usually my favourite part of smut fics, with all the cleaning and cuddling. With Matthew's point of view, it was sweet yet not too sugary and I could literally feel the pleasant exhaustion in the air. As always, wonderful work with atmosphere of the fic.
And so, let me thank you, dear authoranon, for this wonderful fill. I am proud and very happy to have received this for my prompt, and hopefully we see each other in fanfic depths again.
This is perfect, anon, just perfect. The last line completed the story and the underneath theme perfectly. And if you want to do a sequel, I doubt any one would resent it!
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Favourite - 7/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)Matthew turned to face Arthur, opening his eyes once more, and Arthur stared back. Matthew’s cheeks were flushed to a pleasant red-pink hue, his lips swollen and wet with saliva, his hair in his big, huge bright violet eyes that seemed more alive than he’d ever seen them. Matthew’s arms were still over Arthur’s shoulders and Matthew just smiled as he leaned up and kissed Arthur again, pressing up harder, urging Arthur to continue.
Arthur started pumping them both again, his ministrations continuing at a faster pace but still together and the pulse of Arthur’s body entered Matthew’s as it clicked at just how close together they were, skin and vein to skin and vein. Arthur leaned down and hovered beside Matthew’s ear, murmuring and kissing his tender skin.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said. “I want to make you want me even more. I want to bring us even closer together. I want to feel every part of you.” Matthew’s breathing trembled as the words roiled around in his lust-ridden brain as all his nerve endings seem to light up at once and he knew he was nearly done, but he couldn’t stop the sudden inflation of his chest.
Arthur moved from his ear back to his throat, on the other side this time, thrusting his hips in time with his hand and licking at the crook of his neck before gently biting down, causing Matthew to gasp out in pleasure and surprise.
“You’re so precious,” Arthur mumbled. “You’re so precious and your empire will be the only one to covet you.” The corner of Matthew’s lips twitched up as he was flooded with warmth he never said anything like this to Alfred oh God please don’t ever let him stop Je veux que vous—
Arthur sat up a bit and he felt the tremors in Matthew’s body, the tension swelling up, Matthew’s face screwed up in pleasure and then—this moan that seemed to penetrate the walls in a way Arthur had never truly heard. He slid his free hand from Matthew’s back where he’d been tracing the boy’s spine and instead used that hand to pull Matthew’s arm down from his shoulder and covered it with his own hand bringing them to completion, and as Matthew’s hand was slicked with the oil and fluids from Arthur’s hands his body writhed and he cried out and Arthur pressed his forehead against the younger’s as Matthew’s entire body convulsed and he climaxed with a very dazed-sounding mon Dieu.
The sight of the post-coital colony relaxed into the bed was enough to bring Arthur to completion as well, and he breathed a deep sigh as he pressed his head against Matthew’s neck, suddenly aware of how sweaty his forehead and shoulders were.
They lay for a moment in a heap of sweat, Matthew laying with his head turned to the side, hair plastered to his face, panting as if he’d just run as fast as he could. His hands were resting on his chest, not even caring about the remnants of their activities splattered all over his abdomen. Arthur opened his eyes, riding out his high, watching Matthew through lidded eyes as he breathed slower and slower, his legs twitching every so often, his white skin slowly fading to red and purple around his collarbone and neck.
Arthur pushed himself up, reaching over and tracing his finger through the remnants, causing Matthew to give a breathy giggle as his over sensitized skin was touched until Arthur’s finger was covered in cum and he prodded Matthew’s lips.
“Try it,” Arthur murmured and Matthew did, sucking it as unintentionally sensually as he could, finally opening his eyes and making a face as he realized what he did.
“Wha—“ he mumbled but Arthur just slicked the colony’s hair back from his face and kissed his forehead.
“How was it?” he asked. Matthew just smiled up at him—a relaxed, happy smile, one Arthur was sure he hadn’t seen in a very long time—and touched Arthur’s face.
Favourite - 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)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!
Re: Favourite - 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)And if you wrote that sequel, I'd be all over it. <3 Hot + angst + pushing some more on my first time!kink = win.
OP
(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)As for the rest of the fic, I'm melting because you (probably) unintentionally hit all my kinks at once. Non-penetrative sex of any form is so sadly unappreciated way to write smut and matches so well with the first time theme, I was thrilled as I realized what Arthur's intention was from the start. And then forehead kisses!! and then - call me a weirdo, but my favourite part of this update was Matthew's escaped "Bon" and the consequent fear he'll be punished for it, together with Arthur's "grown up" reaction with French in bed being okay. It's the perfect symbol of their changed relationships and of how different the rules now are between them.
Also lots kudos and cookies for making the afterglow scene just as long as the foreplay, it's usually my favourite part of smut fics, with all the cleaning and cuddling. With Matthew's point of view, it was sweet yet not too sugary and I could literally feel the pleasant exhaustion in the air. As always, wonderful work with atmosphere of the fic.
And so, let me thank you, dear authoranon, for this wonderful fill. I am proud and very happy to have received this for my prompt, and hopefully we see each other in fanfic depths again.
<3
Re: Favourite - 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-04 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Favourite - 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-05 01:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Favourite - 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-05 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)