Halcyon [Mister + Assi] - R-18

Arthur had to try not to laugh again. “Does that mean that you think I’m sexy, too?”

He moaned slightly as Alfred began to mark him. He desperately wanted more of Alfred’s skin and his body, much more aroused now after the banter and the foreplay.

“Mm, quite. I’ll try my best,” he flirted. A horrid thought went through his head as he remembered that the last time he’d done this, he’d screamed. But not out of pleasure, or not at first, anyway. He pushed the memory to the corner of his mind. “Just as long as you don’t shout my name too loudly,” he purred.

He was starting to get impatient regarding clothes.

“Take this off,” he demanded, tugging at Alfred’s top.

Alfred wanted to make this good for Arthur. He wanted to be a better experience than the man before him and he was completely determined to do it.

He would make sure to take care of Arthur. There was no way that he couldn't. Not after all they had been through.

"Nn, well you'll have to be pretty good to get me to moan your name," He murmured. Though he was certain they both knew that wasn't true. After all, Arthur was his only real sexual experience and he definitely got easily aroused by him.

He soon sat up a bit so he could strip out of his shirt before beginning to work at Arthur's trousers. Swallowing thickly, he tugged off the rest of his own clothes, including his underwear so he was bare in front of the other.

He had been naked in front of Arthur before but this time...it was so very different. He felt extremely exposed.

Arthur grinned, nipping at Alfred’s lips.

“Oh, I am,” he assured with a seductive smoulder. He was aware that they were only joking around, but it made him excited.

As Alfred started to strip himself of his clothes, Arthur took the removal of his own clothes into his own hands. He pulled off his belt, his shirt and (with some difficulty considering their position) his trousers and underwear.

Arthur’s eyes glazed over slightly as he looked at Alfred’s body. Wow, was the only word that really came to mind as he marvelled at the muscles in his body, despite having seen them before.

He made a strange sound at the sight of Alfred’s erection. It was even bigger like this.

Arthur gawked for a bit before realising that he was doing so. He blushed and looked away, just laying himself out on the bed, ready for Alfred to get back between his thighs.

A part of him was glad that they had postponed making love until now. If they did it when they were younger, then there wouldn't have been all that much to impress Arthur.

After all, he used to be a lanky kid without much on him.

Though to admit, Alfred never would have thought that Arthur would be lying underneath him naked and staring at his own naked body.

Despite his nervousness though, he soon settled back between Arthur's legs and just feeling his erection against the skin made his body shudder in pleasure. Swallowing thickly, he reached towards his clothes to grab the bottle of olive oil, seeming a bit uncertain now.

He wanted to know what he was doing but...it wasn't often that one well...committed sodomy.

Arthur looked up at Alfred, seeing his nervousness and tried to smile a little.

He brushed his leg across Alfred’s hip, admiring him from where he lay. “I want you,” he reminded him softly, trying to be encouraging. “And I trust you.” He trusted Alfred not to hurt him (intentionally at least), if that was something that he was worried about.

“You, um, slick up your fingers and,” he blushed, “prepare me. Kind of like fingering a girl,” he paused, realising that it was a useless comparison with Alfred. “Just take it one by one. Three is the final one.” He couldn’t see how he’d need more stretching than that.

He paused.

“Just be gentle, okay?”

Alfred was definitely worried about hurting Arthur and he knew that he would immediately stop if the other was getting too hurt by it.

Giving him a small smile, he nodded before pouring the olive oil on his fingers. He made sure not to pour too much though considering that it was rather slippery.

"Are you sure?" He asked lightly, using his other hand to brush the other's bangs out of his face. He lightly pressed a digit against Arthur's entrance, feeling the unusual feeling yet not pushing in just yet. It felt weird...knowing that he was touching Arthur in such an intimate area.

There really was no going back after this...was there...?

Arthur took a few deep breaths, trying to psych himself up for it. He wanted to have sex with Alfred desperately and he was determined that if he could do it with a random stable boy, then he could definitely do it with the man he loved.

He just nodded, trying to relax himself as he lay back on the bed, breathing slowly as he tried to focus on that instead.

It was odd being touched by Alfred like this, particularly when he could feel the heat of Alfred’s cock so close to his thigh. The thought made him shiver. He hoped that Alfred was going to fit.

Alfred just smiled down at his lover, trying to comfort him before he finally leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

He wanted to be comforting and while it was a different pace from what they had earlier, it was something that he didn't want to mess up. He wasn't going to be selfish and go at his own pace. No. He was going to go the pace that Arthur wanted and he would be gentle unless he said otherwise.

With that, he slowly pressed a finger inside. He had never even experimented on himself and so the feeling was completely odd.

Cheeks reddening, he pushed his finger deeper in.

It seemed as if the olive oil was working considering how slippery it was. "You alright?" He quietly asked, moving his finger inside of him before hesitantly adding a second one. It shouldn't be too uncomfortable...right? After all...he would definitely have to fit something much bigger than three fingers, if he was a good judge of it.

Arthur tensed, pulling away from Alfred’s mouth as he gasped. It wasn’t too bad. One finger was not a lot. It just felt very, very strange after so long. Eventually, he began to relax, his eyes closed as he concentrated on keeping his muscles lax.

“I-I’m fine,” he murmured. The second finger was less comfortable, but he knew Alfred was going to take his time and be careful, which was good. It was really reassuring to know that he wasn’t just going to barge through this. And Alfred didn’t even have to say it, because Arthur just knew.

He didn’t want to lose his or Alfred’s erection. His eyes fluttered open.

“Kiss me?” he whispered.

Fortunately enough the olive oil truly seemed to be working. It was making things a much easier fit than if they actually didn't have any.

He was glad for that at the very least though he was certain that there must have been better things out there. Though of course they were illegal in Albion...if he remembered correctly.

He made sure to take his time with Arthur, keeping his movements slow and loving.

Though soon he glanced down at Arthur and he couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Always..." With that, he leant down and kissed him. Of course, he could never deny what Arthur wanted. After all, he loved him with all of his heart.

"Love you," He whispered against his lips, still stretching him out before pressing the third finger against his entrance hesitantly. He didn't press in though.

Arthur returned the kiss, relieved to lock lips with Alfred. It was a good distraction and also made heat pool in his belly at the thought of being able to pleasure Alfred with his body, once he was ready.

He was also sure that there was some other form of lubrication in the world that would be more effective.

“Love you, too,” he said against his mouth.

Arthur felt more comfortable with Alfred’s fingers inside of him now, having become used to the feel of it (sort of) again now. He pressed his hips down on to Alfred’s fingers, trying to encourage him to continue so that he could take Alfred properly.

Alfred had no idea what this was going to be like but he could feel his blood and heart pounding through his body. He wanted Arthur so badly and it was just so hard to restrain himself but somehow, he managed it.

He managed to hold himself back for Arthur.

Instead he pressed more into the kiss, less gentle this time as he tried to distract him from what was going on down there. Instead he nipped at his lips again before positioning himself more comfortably so he could slowly stroke Arthur off as he stretched him out with his other hand.

Feeling the tightness around his fingers was unbearable. All he could do was imagine it around his cock and it was just so hard to keep himself still.

"You're so hot like this," He whispered in encouragement. "I want you so much."

Arthur moaned brokenly as Alfred began to pay attention to his cock, something that he hadn’t expected. But he was grateful for it, shuddering beneath him. He kissed Alfred back with all of his might, his fingers curling in Alfred’s hair.

“Ahhh,” he had to break the kiss as his head fell back on to the bed. He squeezed his eyes shut again, reacting both to Alfred’s comment and the final finger that had been inserted.

“I want you, too,” he replied, voice low.

Alfred could nearly feel his breath catch in his throat at that and to think that Arthur still wanted him. He was certain that he would have already messed up but the thought of losing his virginity to the man he loved...

It was definitely exciting and nerve wrecking but he really couldn't imagine it any other way.

It had to be with Arthur. With him looking so aroused underneath him and flushed and wanting him.

He made sure to stretch Arthur out well so he could fit inside. Just imagining that tight heat around him was making him impatient, imagining the friction and how the muscles would spasm with his thrusts.

Soon he slowly pulled his fingers out, a bit shaky and nervous as he poured olive oil onto his hand before he began to spread it on his cock. His hands were shaking a bit but he tried to remain confident.

They had been waiting for so long for this.

Arthur quivered as Alfred’s fingers left him. He let out a long sigh, trying to keep his muscles relaxed so that it wouldn’t be as tough as it had been when they’d first started. But this was the bit that would hurt.

But regardless, his cock twitched in anticipation, lying flat against his belly. He could see Alfred shaking.

“I love you, darling,” Arthur said quietly.

This was the point of no return.

Alfred climbed over Arthur again, looking down at him quietly as he swallowed. He soon gave him a small smile, pressing their foreheads together. A rather sweet gesture considering how desperate he was earlier.

Yet this was the point of no return.

This was their first time and Alfred wanted it to be special. He wanted them to make love, not just pointless sex.

"I love you too, my prince," He whispered back. Grabbing one of Arthur's hands, he laced their fingers together before smiling a bit. "More than anything."

And with that, Alfred slowly pressed inside the other.

And God...already it felt so unbearably tight.

Arthur held Alfred’s hand, grateful to be able to do so. He looked up at Alfred, eyes filled with love at the other’s words. He smiled up at him, sweat beading on his forehead from nerves.

He placed his free hand on Alfred’s back.

As Alfred pushed in, he tried to keep himself calm and didn’t want to show Alfred that it hurt and ruin his moment. He could remember the first penetration and fantastic and mind-blowing it felt.

“Nnnngh!” he gritted his teeth, trying to hide his face in Alfred’s neck as he took Alfred’s girth. It hurt, a lot but he knew that it could have hurt more. They had done their best with the lubrication they had and Arthur knew that he was fortunate to be with someone that cared about him. With the time period being medieval, gay sex wasn’t necessarily a wonderfully un-painful experience.

But Arthur knew it’d get better as they practised more and even this time wouldn’t be too bad when he relaxed more.

As Alfred slowly pressed into Arthur, the pressure around him was completely and utterly unbelievable. He was just so tight around him and he could barely even think straight now.

"A-Ah...Arthur," He gasped out as he settled inside of him.

He wrapped an arm around him so it would be easier to just hold him close and be there for comfort.

"Are you alright...?" He asked, closing his eyes tightly as he shuddered. God...it felt so good. So good. He wanted more but he knew that his girth was probably hurting Arthur. But he stayed inside, knowing that Arthur was too stubborn for him to pull out without his order.

He wondered if this kind of sex would ever become easier for them or if it was painful each time. Maybe it truly was forbidden considering how Arthur seemed to be holding back the pain he was really feeling.

Arthur shuddered against Alfred, his muscles contracting around Alfred’s cock as they tried to adjust to the intrusion.

“A-aaah,” he breathed against Alfred’s neck, panting as he got used to the feeling of this again. Alfred was definitely much bigger than the stable boy. His nails dug into Alfred’s back a little, probably marking him there as he clung to him.

He didn’t want to answer because honestly, no, he wasn’t. But he would be okay. He just had to breathe.

“Move,” he said against the other’s skin, after a minute or so. He dropped his head back again, looking up at the wonderfully attractive man above him. To prove his point, Arthur rolled his hips down.

Alfred was hesitant on moving, even when Arthur told him to move. It was just hard and nerve wrecking considering that Arthur was in pain.

The other didn't need to say a single thing. He knew that he was in pain...he would be in pain also and he was just happy that there was olive oil.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like without it. It must have even been worse.

Yet the moment that Arthur pushed his hips down, Alfred had to grit his teeth from the friction. It felt so nice and slowly he began to press his hips inside of his prince. It was a slow and hesitant pace and he seemed uncertain but he soon looked down at Arthur and gave him a comforting smile.

The best part about all of this was not the lovely pleasure that he was feeling but...just seeing Arthur beneath him like this.

Arthur gasped, holding on to Alfred’s hand tightly, fingers still interlaced.

He was breathing heavily, gradually being able to take control of the pain he was feeling as he watched Alfred. He bit his lower lip, giving Alfred what he hoped was a lustful look.

“You’re so big, Alfred,” he moaned softly. It was a little put on but he was definitely starting to feel better, his muscles almost totally relaxed. It was nice to be so physically close and intimate. At this moment in time, they were quite literally one.

Alfred just grasped Arthur's hand tightly back, smiling down at him as he kept his slow pace. He didn't dare to go any faster until he was told to.

After all, he didn't want to hurt Arthur. That was the farthest thing he wanted.

"Nn...you feel so nice," He groaned out, pressing just a bit deeper into Arthur.

He wanted more and the look that Arthur was giving him was definitely not helping him at all.

"Don't look at me...nn...like that. I won't be able to control myself," He admitted, cheeks red as he shook a bit.

Arthur’s expression softened into something like fondness. He slid his legs around Alfred’s hips, pulling him closer as he crossed his legs behind Alfred. He slowly, slowly was starting to enjoy it. He was beginning to find pleasure.

He chuckled a little at Alfred’s words, exhaling heavily. He looked up at Alfred, eyes half-lidded with a small smile etched upon his lips.

“Then don’t control yourself.” He could take it. And if he couldn’t, he was sure Alfred would stop if he told him to.

Alfred looked at him quietly for a few long moments, slowing down in his movements just a bit as he tried to think of what to do.

Could Arthur really take it?

But rather than question him, he gave him a small smirk though there was still a definite fondness in his eyes. Hopefully he would be able to handle it. He didn't want Arthur to be hurt in the end.

Soon enough though he leant forward to take Arthur's lips eagerly, pushing himself inside Arthur hard.

Fuck. That was what he needed.

"Arthur..." He whispered against his lips, pressing more eagerly and quicker into Arthur. "So tight...!"

Arthur whimpered against Alfred’s lips but didn’t make any effort to tell him to stop because he appeared to have touched something inside of him that was actually very pleasurable. It sent sparks of delight through his body and made him feel really, really good. It even reawakened his (somewhat wilting) erection.

Arthur just breathed hotly up against Alfred’s mouth, scratching his fingers down Alfred’s back, not hard enough to cut him but enough to be slightly animalistic.

“Fuck me, Alfred,” he whispered in return, trying to be encouraging.

Miraculously, Alfred managed to hit that spot again and Arthur let out a shout, sounding pleasured for the first time since they’d started.