As Matthew's lips met his own, Alfred's mind began to whir. This was bad. This was really, really bad... Right?
He was kissing Francis' brother. Francis' really, really hot Canadian half-brother. Francis was his stepdad, and by extension that made Matthew his half-stepbrother. Shit. Did that make this wrong? Alfred couldn't decide if this was totally wrong, totally okay, or some kind of morally grey in-between area. But Matthew was a really good kisser...
Even so, the American put a hand on Matthew's chest, pushing lightly, and the Canadian pulled back, looking surprised. "What's wrong?" He asked, brows furrowed and round spectacles slightly askew.
"It's just, um... Francis is my stepdad, and you're his brother, and... I can't figure out if that's fucked up or not." Alfred said, biting his lip.
Matthew blinked once, twice. Then, a wide grin spread across his face and he laughed loudly. Alfred stared, not finding his worries very funny at all, and waited until the Canadian sobered up.
"How's it fucked up? You and Francis aren't related at all, and Francis and I are only half-related. Hell, it wouldn't even be fucked up for you to be with Francis! Well, it would, but for moral reasons, not due to any issues with relation. See what I'm saying?"
Alfred grinned. "Awesome. All I needed to hear was: not wrong. 'Cause I really wanna make out with you now."
"Then what're you waiting for, eh?"
That was all Alfred needed. Heart thumping madly, he jumped atop of Matthew and eagerly pressed their lips together. Matthew's eyes went wide in surprise as he fell backward onto the bed, Alfred pressed against him. Their mouths worked feverishly, the sensation enough to make Matthew eager. With a grin, he began to roll his lips from below the American straddling him, making Alfred hum with pleasure.
Alfred pulled away again, this time with his face flushed red and his breathing erratic. "Can I top?" He asked breathily, an endearingly exhilarated smile upon his face.
"When was the last time you had sex with a guy?" Matthew asked, rubbing the outside Alfred's thigh, still covered by those pesky shorts.
"A while ago," the American admitted, looking a bit bashful, and it was clear to Matthew that he hadn't had sex since he'd been with his ex. "But I know what I'm doing, I swear."
"Mmm, alright. You better be," the Canadian beneath him teased, letting his hand ghost over Alfred's arousal, now clearly visible beneath the fabric of his shorts.
Alfred nodded, ducking down again to kiss the elder, this time with more force. Surprised by the slight roughness of the kiss, but finding it delightfully enticing, Matthew was quick to respond. One hand came to Alfred's hair, the other down to his hips. He hooked his thumb through one of Alfred's unused belt loops and gave insistent tugs at it, obviously very eager to start.
In response, Alfred maneuvered to hover over Matthew, their lips breaking apart for a moment as he moved one leg in between Matthew's. Then they were kissing again, and Matthew's fingers curled around the edges of Alfred's flimsy tanktop, clearly tailored to show off his gorgeous muscles. He pulled it up, but didn't have the chance to get it over Alfred's head when he felt a knee at his crotch, grinding into it. Matthew's mouth fell open in a delighted moan, a shock of electricity shooting up his spine. Alfred grinned into the kiss, using his knee to rock Matthew up and down, eliciting delicious sounds each time he pushed upward. The Canadian rolled his head, back arching as he attempted to accommodate the wonderful feeling.
"Clothes off, now," Matthew ordered breathlessly, having already pulled Alfred's shirt halfway off. His mind was a muddled mess, desire the only constant in his jumbled head.
Alfred was happy to oblige, lifting his arms over his head and allowing Matthew to tug the shirt up and off. The Canadian threw it aside carelessly, immediately taking to running his hands down the toned, tanned muscle of Alfred's chest, a tingling sensation lingering on Alfred's skin wherever he was touched. Finally, they reached his lower half, still covered by the cursed cloth. Again, Matthew began to tug at the fabric of his shorts, but Alfred only laughed a bit and pulled Matthew's shirt off, his hands shaking with anticipation.
"Damn," Alfred mumbled, grinning at the sight.
Matthew was indescribably attractive; pale and strong, overwhelmingly muscular, and admittedly a bit hairy, though Alfred didn't mind in the slightest. His body was gorgeous, the heat between them making it glisten with sweat, and Alfred licked his lips hungrily. Teasing Matthew, he rolled his hips a little atop of him, but didn't get any further before Matthew had cupped his length in his hand and jerked it upward, making Alfred yelp with pleasure. Red hot desire pooled within him like lava, and the American couldn't help but to let his impassioned mind take over. Giving way, he lifted his hips, allowing Matthew to tug his shorts down around his ankles as he took to peppering the Canadian's skin with kisses. He kicked the cloth hanging off his ankles onto the floor, his length no longer confined.
"You weren't wearing anything underneath?" Matthew asked, eyes widened and pupils dilated, cheeks flushed red. He gazed at Alfred's member, taking in it's size and feeling a restless need grow within him.
Alfred pulled back enough to look him in the eye and grinned. "Nope," he chuckled, taking Matthew's round glasses off and setting them on the bedside table, soon joined by his own.
Wordlessly, he helped Matthew shimmy out of his own pants, taking his boxers off with them. Then, Alfred paused.
"Lube?" He asked.
Matthew nodded, blindly reaching behind him. His hand came into contact with the bedside table and he opened the small drawer, his hand closing around the bottle. He quickly handed it off to Alfred, eager to have the man inside of him.
"What is this, some kind of sex room?" Alfred asked with a laugh.
"Mhmm, maybe," Matthew purred in return, eyes half-lidded and lustful as he gazed up at the American. Deciding Alfred needed a bit of a reminder, Matthew ran his hand over Alfred's rock-hard cock, pressing his thumb against the head with a lick of his lips. The American twitched, his eyes rolling back a bit.
"Ah—S-Say no more," Alfred moaned, twisting the cap off the bottle and spreading some of the slick substance onto his fingers. Grinning, he wiggled the digits in front of Matthew's face teasingly before slipping one of the fingers inside of the man.
"Ah—!" Matthew gasped as Alfred's finger entered him, stretching him only for a moment before a second and third entered, his back arching and a loud moan escaping him as a digit grazed his prostate. He squeezed Alfred's member in response, watching with a smirk as the American's breath hitched and he moaned.
"How often d'you do this?" The American groaned after a moment, finding that the Canadian barely needed to be stretched at all.
"Often enough," Matthew responded, giving Alfred's cock another insistent squeeze.
"F-Fair enough," Alfred gasped out, removing his fingers.
Matthew released his cock, finding himself twitching in anticipation as Alfred prepared, watching Alfred's knees press into the mattress from his position on his back. Then, Alfred positioned his length at Matthew's entrance and looked up, bright blue eyes clouded with lust.
"Ready?" He asked, taking a moment to admire how stunning the Canadian looked with his pretty blond curls splayed out upon the silk sheets like a crown.
Matthew nodded and Alfred pushed in slowly, groaning at the friction. Despite the slight pain, Matthew quickly shifted, bringing himself down upon Alfred's cock to speed up the process. Alfred moaned loudly at the action, only serving to make Matthew even more aroused than he'd previously been, something he hadn't thought possible.
Alfred's hands came down, gripping Matthew's hips, and he began to set the pace, working his hips as he thrusted in and out at a gentle pace, earning small moans and whines from Matthew. Alfred grit his teeth, quiet groans escaping his own mouth as he pushed against the Canadian, trying to find the right spot.
He thrusted in again, gripping Matthew's hips and forcing them down upon his length. Although he'd been trying to find Matthew's prostate, he jolted when the Canadian suddenly cried out louder than before, alerting him that he'd found it.
Alfred grinned. Now that he'd found out where, exactly, he needed to go, he found his rhythm quickly, setting a faster pace as he thrust in and out, all the while forcing Matthew's hips to grind down on his length each time he thrust in. This, along with the passion, the heat of the moment, was turning Matthew into a mess; his hands gripped the sheets, his head thrown back and eyes closed, mewling in a way that was so obscene, Alfred would've blushed had he heard it in any other context.
"You like that?" Alfred purred, releasing the elder's hips in favor of giving Matthew's own achingly hard cock some attention. Using one hand, Alfred began to stroke up and down the length of Matthew's impressively large member.
"Mmmm, God, yes," Matthew moaned loudly in response, toes curling. Pleasure wracked his body, his head swam, fire swept over his quivering body, consuming him to the very core as Alfred pushed into him, more and more forceful each time.
Then, Matthew felt a familiar heat beginning to grow inside of him. Alfred relentlessly thrusting into his prostate coupled with the hand palming his dick was too much. His back arched, his vision went white, and with a loud, erotic cry, he spilled his seed over Alfred's hand and himself.
Alfred wasn't far behind, giving a few more harsh thrusts before he, too, gave way to pleasure. As he emptied himself inside the Canadian, he panted, allowing them both to come down from the heat of their orgasms before he finally pulled out.
Alfred chuckled, carelessly wiping his hand upon the sheet before settling beside Matthew. The Canadian grinned at him, pulling the covers that lay in a heap at the side of the bed over Alfred and himself.
"When was the last time you topped?" The Canadian asked, his eyes flickering to the American laying flat on his back beside him.
"A while before I met Nat, so maybe two years ago," Alfred answered. "I had a friends-with-benefits thing going on with this guy for a while when I was seventeen."
"Mmm? Well, you seemed to have retained everything you learned." Matthew chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. As his eyes drifted closed, Alfred spoke.
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Another Flavor [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-02-28 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)He was kissing Francis' brother. Francis' really, really hot Canadian half-brother. Francis was his stepdad, and by extension that made Matthew his half-stepbrother. Shit. Did that make this wrong? Alfred couldn't decide if this was totally wrong, totally okay, or some kind of morally grey in-between area. But Matthew was a really good kisser...
Even so, the American put a hand on Matthew's chest, pushing lightly, and the Canadian pulled back, looking surprised. "What's wrong?" He asked, brows furrowed and round spectacles slightly askew.
"It's just, um... Francis is my stepdad, and you're his brother, and... I can't figure out if that's fucked up or not." Alfred said, biting his lip.
Matthew blinked once, twice. Then, a wide grin spread across his face and he laughed loudly. Alfred stared, not finding his worries very funny at all, and waited until the Canadian sobered up.
"How's it fucked up? You and Francis aren't related at all, and Francis and I are only half-related. Hell, it wouldn't even be fucked up for you to be with Francis! Well, it would, but for moral reasons, not due to any issues with relation. See what I'm saying?"
Alfred grinned. "Awesome. All I needed to hear was: not wrong. 'Cause I really wanna make out with you now."
"Then what're you waiting for, eh?"
That was all Alfred needed. Heart thumping madly, he jumped atop of Matthew and eagerly pressed their lips together. Matthew's eyes went wide in surprise as he fell backward onto the bed, Alfred pressed against him. Their mouths worked feverishly, the sensation enough to make Matthew eager. With a grin, he began to roll his lips from below the American straddling him, making Alfred hum with pleasure.
Alfred pulled away again, this time with his face flushed red and his breathing erratic. "Can I top?" He asked breathily, an endearingly exhilarated smile upon his face.
"When was the last time you had sex with a guy?" Matthew asked, rubbing the outside Alfred's thigh, still covered by those pesky shorts.
"A while ago," the American admitted, looking a bit bashful, and it was clear to Matthew that he hadn't had sex since he'd been with his ex. "But I know what I'm doing, I swear."
"Mmm, alright. You better be," the Canadian beneath him teased, letting his hand ghost over Alfred's arousal, now clearly visible beneath the fabric of his shorts.
Alfred nodded, ducking down again to kiss the elder, this time with more force. Surprised by the slight roughness of the kiss, but finding it delightfully enticing, Matthew was quick to respond. One hand came to Alfred's hair, the other down to his hips. He hooked his thumb through one of Alfred's unused belt loops and gave insistent tugs at it, obviously very eager to start.
In response, Alfred maneuvered to hover over Matthew, their lips breaking apart for a moment as he moved one leg in between Matthew's. Then they were kissing again, and Matthew's fingers curled around the edges of Alfred's flimsy tanktop, clearly tailored to show off his gorgeous muscles. He pulled it up, but didn't have the chance to get it over Alfred's head when he felt a knee at his crotch, grinding into it. Matthew's mouth fell open in a delighted moan, a shock of electricity shooting up his spine. Alfred grinned into the kiss, using his knee to rock Matthew up and down, eliciting delicious sounds each time he pushed upward. The Canadian rolled his head, back arching as he attempted to accommodate the wonderful feeling.
"Clothes off, now," Matthew ordered breathlessly, having already pulled Alfred's shirt halfway off. His mind was a muddled mess, desire the only constant in his jumbled head.
Alfred was happy to oblige, lifting his arms over his head and allowing Matthew to tug the shirt up and off. The Canadian threw it aside carelessly, immediately taking to running his hands down the toned, tanned muscle of Alfred's chest, a tingling sensation lingering on Alfred's skin wherever he was touched. Finally, they reached his lower half, still covered by the cursed cloth. Again, Matthew began to tug at the fabric of his shorts, but Alfred only laughed a bit and pulled Matthew's shirt off, his hands shaking with anticipation.
"Damn," Alfred mumbled, grinning at the sight.
Matthew was indescribably attractive; pale and strong, overwhelmingly muscular, and admittedly a bit hairy, though Alfred didn't mind in the slightest. His body was gorgeous, the heat between them making it glisten with sweat, and Alfred licked his lips hungrily. Teasing Matthew, he rolled his hips a little atop of him, but didn't get any further before Matthew had cupped his length in his hand and jerked it upward, making Alfred yelp with pleasure. Red hot desire pooled within him like lava, and the American couldn't help but to let his impassioned mind take over. Giving way, he lifted his hips, allowing Matthew to tug his shorts down around his ankles as he took to peppering the Canadian's skin with kisses. He kicked the cloth hanging off his ankles onto the floor, his length no longer confined.
"You weren't wearing anything underneath?" Matthew asked, eyes widened and pupils dilated, cheeks flushed red. He gazed at Alfred's member, taking in it's size and feeling a restless need grow within him.
Alfred pulled back enough to look him in the eye and grinned. "Nope," he chuckled, taking Matthew's round glasses off and setting them on the bedside table, soon joined by his own.
Wordlessly, he helped Matthew shimmy out of his own pants, taking his boxers off with them. Then, Alfred paused.
"Lube?" He asked.
Matthew nodded, blindly reaching behind him. His hand came into contact with the bedside table and he opened the small drawer, his hand closing around the bottle. He quickly handed it off to Alfred, eager to have the man inside of him.
"What is this, some kind of sex room?" Alfred asked with a laugh.
"Mhmm, maybe," Matthew purred in return, eyes half-lidded and lustful as he gazed up at the American. Deciding Alfred needed a bit of a reminder, Matthew ran his hand over Alfred's rock-hard cock, pressing his thumb against the head with a lick of his lips. The American twitched, his eyes rolling back a bit.
"Ah—S-Say no more," Alfred moaned, twisting the cap off the bottle and spreading some of the slick substance onto his fingers. Grinning, he wiggled the digits in front of Matthew's face teasingly before slipping one of the fingers inside of the man.
"Ah—!" Matthew gasped as Alfred's finger entered him, stretching him only for a moment before a second and third entered, his back arching and a loud moan escaping him as a digit grazed his prostate. He squeezed Alfred's member in response, watching with a smirk as the American's breath hitched and he moaned.
"How often d'you do this?" The American groaned after a moment, finding that the Canadian barely needed to be stretched at all.
"Often enough," Matthew responded, giving Alfred's cock another insistent squeeze.
"F-Fair enough," Alfred gasped out, removing his fingers.
Matthew released his cock, finding himself twitching in anticipation as Alfred prepared, watching Alfred's knees press into the mattress from his position on his back. Then, Alfred positioned his length at Matthew's entrance and looked up, bright blue eyes clouded with lust.
"Ready?" He asked, taking a moment to admire how stunning the Canadian looked with his pretty blond curls splayed out upon the silk sheets like a crown.
Matthew nodded and Alfred pushed in slowly, groaning at the friction. Despite the slight pain, Matthew quickly shifted, bringing himself down upon Alfred's cock to speed up the process. Alfred moaned loudly at the action, only serving to make Matthew even more aroused than he'd previously been, something he hadn't thought possible.
Alfred's hands came down, gripping Matthew's hips, and he began to set the pace, working his hips as he thrusted in and out at a gentle pace, earning small moans and whines from Matthew. Alfred grit his teeth, quiet groans escaping his own mouth as he pushed against the Canadian, trying to find the right spot.
He thrusted in again, gripping Matthew's hips and forcing them down upon his length. Although he'd been trying to find Matthew's prostate, he jolted when the Canadian suddenly cried out louder than before, alerting him that he'd found it.
Alfred grinned. Now that he'd found out where, exactly, he needed to go, he found his rhythm quickly, setting a faster pace as he thrust in and out, all the while forcing Matthew's hips to grind down on his length each time he thrust in. This, along with the passion, the heat of the moment, was turning Matthew into a mess; his hands gripped the sheets, his head thrown back and eyes closed, mewling in a way that was so obscene, Alfred would've blushed had he heard it in any other context.
"You like that?" Alfred purred, releasing the elder's hips in favor of giving Matthew's own achingly hard cock some attention. Using one hand, Alfred began to stroke up and down the length of Matthew's impressively large member.
"Mmmm, God, yes," Matthew moaned loudly in response, toes curling. Pleasure wracked his body, his head swam, fire swept over his quivering body, consuming him to the very core as Alfred pushed into him, more and more forceful each time.
Then, Matthew felt a familiar heat beginning to grow inside of him. Alfred relentlessly thrusting into his prostate coupled with the hand palming his dick was too much. His back arched, his vision went white, and with a loud, erotic cry, he spilled his seed over Alfred's hand and himself.
Alfred wasn't far behind, giving a few more harsh thrusts before he, too, gave way to pleasure. As he emptied himself inside the Canadian, he panted, allowing them both to come down from the heat of their orgasms before he finally pulled out.
Alfred chuckled, carelessly wiping his hand upon the sheet before settling beside Matthew. The Canadian grinned at him, pulling the covers that lay in a heap at the side of the bed over Alfred and himself.
"When was the last time you topped?" The Canadian asked, his eyes flickering to the American laying flat on his back beside him.
"A while before I met Nat, so maybe two years ago," Alfred answered. "I had a friends-with-benefits thing going on with this guy for a while when I was seventeen."
"Mmm? Well, you seemed to have retained everything you learned." Matthew chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. As his eyes drifted closed, Alfred spoke.
"Man, maybe this Summer'll be fun after all."
Matthew fell asleep with a grin on his face.