Same Job, Different Time and Place [R-18] - Part 3

“Git,” Arthur scoffed, pouting before he realised that he was doing so.

He noted how the situation had completely slowed down now and was able to catch his breath. He sat up a little and followed Alfred’s gaze to the bag. He felt al ump form in his throat. Why had he suggested this?

He pursed his lips, feeling equally nervous about it. The kinky stuff he’d done a long time ago was very different to what they were about to attempt. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do but he’d have to try, knowing that Alfred would be even more clueless than he was.

“Feed me a strawberry?” he suggested.

Alfred couldn't help but laugh when he saw Arthur's pout, finding it actually rather cute when he really looked at it.

Though no matter what the other did, he would have found it cute in some way, shape or form.

He had no idea why they went with food. There could have probably been other choices that they would feel more comfortable in. They both weren't used to the sensual kind of kinkiness and it made him nervous. He swallowed and nodded, trying to act as confident as he was before. Grabbing a strawberry, he smiled and pressed it gently against Arthur's lips, just watching him. He was trying to make this the least awkward as he possibly could.

Arthur would probably never forgive himself for what he was about to do. He gathered his courage and tried not to think too much about his dignity as he slid forwards, towards the strawberry presented to him. He took a deep breath.

He looked up at Alfred, also trying to drive himself forward. He gained eye-contact with his lover and gently ran his tongue across the bottom of the strawberry. He kept his eyes on Alfred’s as he kissed and sucked at the tip. He continued to tease in this way, feeling himself blushing before he remembered that he was fellating a strawberry and simply took a bite out of it. He nuzzled Alfred’s hand as he chewed.

Alfred's cheeks reddened just seeing Arthur pretty much violate the strawberry like that and while he wanted to continue, he knew that he was becoming a nervous mess. It was evident in his eyes though there was also a hint of arousal there also. Breath shuddering, he swallowed deeply before leaning forward to press a kiss against Arthur's lips.

He swiped his tongue over the man's lips, tasting Arthur and also the strawberry. It actually was a nice taste though that nervousness still pounded in him.

God...he must have looked so flustered right then.

Arthur wasn’t really sure what he was doing, he was equally as clueless as Alfred. He had no idea how he was supposed to be able to incorporate the strawberries but his boyfriend seemed mildly aroused by it, at least. He just managed to swallow his mouthful before Alfred kissed him. There were nerves bubbling in his stomach.

When he got another look at Alfred, he could see how uncomfortable he looked and felt a wave of guilt. He leaned up and kissed him again, gently sucking on his lower lip. He then moved, flipping them over so that Alfred was the one beneath. He sat atop of Alfred’s hips, hands smoothing across the skin of his chest.

He swallowed thickly but leaned down, flicking his tongue across Alfred’s nipple quickly before he sat up again, contemplating what he should do. Chocolate seemed like a more feasible thing for Alfred to want. He hoped Alfred might give him some direction, as he had done for him.

Alfred didn't want Arthur to feel guilty for all of this, especially since it was just his own nervousness and inexperience catching up with him. Sometimes he wished he was more experience with these kinds of things.

He let Arthur flip them over and kiss him once more but he soo pulled away, panting and seeing just how Arthur wanted direction also. Though the moment he glanced at the chocolates in the bed, his nerves finally got to him.

"W-Wait...Arthur..." He whispered, looking uncertain. "I...don't know about this." It wasn't as if Arthur wasn't arousing. Arthur was extremely arousing but...he didn't know how to go on with this. This was a huge step in sensuality for Alfred and while he wanted to do it for the other, he still was scared that he would make himself a fool again just like he did a few nights ago.

That was so embarrassing.

Arthur stilled and blinked owlishly for a moment before he gave a sigh of relief. He lay down so that he was straddling Alfred’s waist, his arms resting either side of Alfred’s head. He kissed Alfred’s cheek.

“Sorry, darling, I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m not really sure that I want to do this, either,” he admitted quietly. He closed his eyes for a few moments, leaning his forehead against Alfred’s. He pursed his lips. “We don’t have to do this. It’s making us both uncomfortable.”

He felt as though he’d pushed Alfred into this. All passion from earlier (before food was involved) seemed to have died.

Alfred smiled and he shook his head, holding Arthur close. "Don't be sorry," He whispered gently, pressing a kiss to his lips. At least it was nice that they were comfortable enough with each other to stop when they wanted to stop. At least they were not being forced into this by each other. He gently held him, slowly rubbing his hand along the other's back.

"Maybe we should take these kinds of things slowly...because I still want to do them with you," He admitted, a bit sheepish now.

He didn't really even care that the passion was gone now, instead relieved that he wouldn't have to embarrass himself.

Arthur felt a little comforted by Alfred’s words and by the closeness; he could feel Alfred’s chest rise and fall beneath him. He returned the kiss, although it was brief.

“Yes, perhaps we should. I just… I’d like to keep things interesting for us before we get bored of what we already have. I’d like our,” he blushed,” love making to be just as special, if not more so. I really,” he felt himself lose his voice for a few moments, “I really… want to keep you interested and for us to both be happy. I don’t want to turn into a couple that shamelessly fuck each other whilst the telly is on because they’re bored.”

He wouldn’t be able to stand it if that happened to them.

Alfred felt comforted by Arthur's words, glad that the other had the same view as him. It really would be terrible if they started fucking just because they were bored and they...made everything less special between them. He wanted each time to be special, to be loving and so much more. He just nodded in understanding, still stroking Arthur's hair gently.

"Well, we'll find something, even if we have to do it slowly," He reassured gently. There was also a blush on his own cheeks. "And our love making is special...even more so. You're enough for me...but it's always nice to switch things around. We'll just have to find something we both want to do."

It was weird talking about this kind of stuff but at the same time, it was relaxing.

"We won't be that couple."

“Something not dangerous for your cock,” Arthur laughed softly. “But I agree. We’ll get there and find a balance. Let’s just… savour what we have,” he closed his eyes a little, finding the atmosphere equally relaxing as he lay across his boyfriend who understood him completely in every way.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Alfred reddened at the mention of that, stiffening before relaxing. "T-That was a mistake!" He retorted quickly, stubborn. But he nodded once more in agreement. "But yeah, let's just savour what we have and we'll find it all out later," He assured. He was glad though that both Arthur and himself understood each other, knew that they had to take their time especially since this relationship was something that they never really had done before meeting each other.

Though hearing those words...they were definitely the best things to hear.

"I love you too," He whispered back.

“An amusing one,” Arthur smirked, kissing his neck. “And damn right, too.” He began to sit up but kissed Alfred on the lips once again. He rolled away and off of the bed. “My jeans feel really fucking tight,” he frowned down at his waist, tugging at the fabric. It had also been a little uncomfortable in such constricting clothing, in an awkward position on top of Alfred.

“I blame you,” he teased, unfastening the button of his trousers. He grabbed his t-shirt from the floor to fold it up. “What time is it, anyway?”

Alfred smiled in good humour, instead tugging off his own trousers so he could ease the tightness down there also. He sighed, happy that it was relieved though he teasingly tugged Arthur's down as well.

"Go ahead and blame me. I would be more than happy to take all of that blame." He laughed, winking up at him.

He stretched out, looking over at the clock. "7 PM it seems."

Arthur slapped Alfred’s hand away, although he was smiling. “Cheeky.”

He folded up his trousers and put them to the side along with his t-shirt and the food stuffs that they weren’t going to need anymore before he re-joined his boyfriend on the bed. He kissed Alfred quickly before sitting beside him, leaning back against the headboard.

“It’s still bloody early,” he frowned a little. “I was expecting it to be later than that.”

Alfred was more than happy to kiss Arthur back before pulling away, soon looking over at the food that was still in the plastics.

He was still rather hungry, admittedly. So it really wasn't a huge surprise when he reached over the food again and grabbed the strawberries so he could pop a few in his mouth. "Want some?" He offered, holding it out to him.

He laughed, shrugging. "Well we could always sleep early tonight though it gives us more time to cuddle, huh?"

“I’m alright, thanks,” Arthur wrinkled his nose at the thought of eating another strawberry after what he’d done to one a few minutes previously. He did like chocolate, but he knew that he wouldn’t just be able to have a bit, he’d end up eating the majority of it and Alfred would judge him.

“Mmm, maybe. I might have a shower.” And quite possibly a wank if he was blunt. They’d hadn’t had satisfying sex for about a week by that point. “I’ll cuddle with you after?” he offered, hugging a knee to his chest.

Alfred looked over at Arthur for a moment, frowning before nodding. He just grinned and nodded. "Alright!" He had a feeling though that wasn't all Arthur was going to do in the shower but he didn't voice it out.

Not that he would blame him though. They really...haven't been able to do anything for a while and it was probably frustrating Arthur. It was also frustrating Alfred...he just hadn't been able to have sex with Arthur for weeks now.

It made him feel really silly because he wanted to satisfy Arthur but things never turned out the way that he wanted them to. It really sucked. He wished that there was more that he could do. Maybe he should have pretended to have forgotten about the fruit and instead continue on with their rough lovemaking.

That would have been really satisfying sex, he was sure.

Arthur was completely unaware that Alfred knew about his sexual dependence, although he probably wouldn’t have been too surprised if he did know. Alfred knew him better than he realised a lot of the time.

He smiled a bit at Alfred and reached across, pecking him on the cheek before he got up.

“Don’t eat all of the strawberries, it’ll upset your stomach,” he warned lightly. He headed to the bathroom and carefully shut the door behind him. He threw off his underwear, glad for the relief of not having fabric restraining that area anymore. He readied some towels and got into the shower (a separate utility next to the bath) to clean up and, uh, do his business.

Alfred just looked over at Arthur for a moment and he watched him as he closed the bathroom door before finally sighing. He was still turned on and it...he really didn't want to jerk off but at the same time, it really didn't seem like he had a choice. He was pretty sure that Arthur was doing that. So determined to do it before Arthur came out, he muffled his mouth and did his own business though he made sure to grab some tissues from his luggage before doing it.

It was annoying, not being able to do this with Arthur when he was finally in the mood.

He would do it though. He would make Arthur have the best night of his life and he would make sure that everything was prepared to do it. Even if it took money from his own wallet out. He was determined to liven up their sex life again.

It was sad really that they both felt as though they couldn’t satisfy their arousal with each other and instead did it alone, as though they weren’t as close as they really were.

Arthur took his time in the shower, making sure to scrub himself clean after his ‘one man session’. It was around fifteen minutes later when he re-emerged, towelling at his hair as another hung dangerously loose around his hips. Arthur focused more on redressing himself in some pyjamas rather than Alfred.

Once dressed, comfortable and try in some clean boxer briefs and nightwear, he climbed on to the bed with Alfred.

“What about that cuddle?” he asked softly, feeling a little bit childish saying so.

Even after having his time alone, Alfred still felt horribly unsatisfied though he decided not to let that emptiness settle within him. He was a bit frustrated that he hadn't been able to satisfy Arthur recently but he decided not to say anything about it. He really would try doing his best for Arthur and make him have the best night of his life later. He wanted to make sure that Arthur would enjoy himself.

He was in nightwear also and while he was tempted to take a shower, he knew he could get one tomorrow morning. He was still rather clean.

Instead he smiled up at Arthur, nodding as he opened his arms up. "Yeah, come here," He murmured softly, laying more comfortably on the bed.

Arthur shifted over to Alfred and cuddled up at his side, closing his eyes a little. “Hmm, you’re comfortable, poppet. A good pillow, you are,” he chuckled a little and leaned over, resting his head on his shoulder as he slid an arm around Alfred’s waist. “I feel so tired after that,” he yawned a bit. “I think that sleep is a good idea soon… for me at least. You might want some dinner?” He looked up at him.

“I think that the dinner hall is still open downstairs if you want some? Or you could just order room service. Either one.” He closed his eyes, feeling himself slowly sinking into both Alfred and the mattress.

Alfred just laughed, letting Arthur lay on him as he stroked the other's hair lightly. "Well you're lucky I don't mind you resting on me." He kissed the top of his head, comfortable and warm. He thought about dinner for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah...I'm fine without dinner. I pretty much ate all the strawberries already. I'll just have a large breakfast tomorrow."

He was too comfortable with Arthur to really grab any dinner. He would be fine without it.

Instead he rubbed his eyes, simply cuddling.

“If you say so,” Arthur didn’t bother putting up a fight. Alfred was eating better nowadays, so it wouldn’t have mattered too much if he’d have eaten again but he was rather happy with how he seemed to be choosing him over food; a big compliment when concerning Alfred.

From general exhaustion from the day, dealing with Francis, and having just relieved himself, it didn’t take long for Arthur to start to drift off in Alfred’s arms. He was far too comfortable for his own good. He’d just have to trust that Alfred wouldn’t do anything like take a picture of him whilst he was sleeping. Soon enough, he was fast asleep, breathing softly against his American boyfriend’s neck.

It was terrible soppy, he had to admit. But he was exhausted. All he really wanted was for Alfred to stay in bed with him. A small part of him was concerned that Alfred would get up and look through the bag that Francis had given him that morning, as he had not yet looked in there himself. He wasn’t sure what was going to be in there and he didn’t want Alfred to get a nasty shock from why he found. He was sure that some of the pictures were going to be difficult to look at, even for him.