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

Alfred knew that he would have to keep his stamina in check when they were in bed. While he was completely aware of the fact that he had wonderful stamina when it came to exercising, that might not always be the case when it came to his sexual stamina. Though that was something he would put to the side for now. All he wanted right now was to get to Arthur's flat as quickly as possible.

He didn't really know what they were going to do with positions. He knew that either way, he would absolutely love it. While he didn't mind being on top, he also couldn't help but have a curiosity of what it was like on the bottom. Did it hurt? Did it feel good? Of course it felt good, right? Why would homosexuals continue on going for more if it didn't feel good? Well either way, Alfred would be happy even if he did wind up being on the bottom. In all reality, he was just a bit frightened of not being able to properly prepare Arthur or hurting him instead.

He knew that he could probably handle quite a bit of pain. He wasn't the man to cry easily but still, he had his curiosities and admittedly, he was a bit nervous but who wouldn't be?

Alfred felt his breath hitch in his throat as he saw Arthur's lustful look directed straight at him and he was more than ready to just quickly turn off his car before stepping out of it and hurrying towards the man. He wanted to get up to Arthur's flat now, especially with that look that he was shooting at him.

Arthur laughed a bit as Alfred approached him, raring to go. He held the door open for him before heading to the lift. He pressed the button, waiting for it to arrive. He turned back to his date, the same look on his face. There was nothing that Arthur wanted to do more than jump Alfred there and then.

Patience was key.

When the lift arrived, he waltzed in, grabbing Alfred’s hand as he did, tugging him behind him. He pushed the number of his floor and then fell back against the side of the elevator, pulling Alfred with him and into a kiss. Arthur’s hands were fisted into the lapels of the American’s dinner jacket, needing him closer.

It wasn’t a chaste kiss, oh no, it was somewhat of a desperate kiss, like Alfred’s mouth was his oxygen. He groaned quietly against Alfred’s lips, signalling for Alfred to become more involved in this passionate kissing. He hadn’t previously realised how much he wanted him.

Golden hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, toned flesh – yes please.

“I don’t know how you do it, but oh my God,” he breathed quickly against his date’s lips.

Alfred was more than glad to be tugged into the lift and almost immediately, he pressed Arthur against the side so he could kiss the other. Now that they were alone, he felt no qualms on pressing his lips on wherever he could over the other's skin. He couldn't help but pant against Arthur's lips as he reached up and grasped his date's hair instead, not wanting to wrinkle his suit any more than it was already. He knew that Arthur cared about that suit and he would hate to disturb this moment just because he decided to get a bit frisky.

He soon pressed himself closer to Arthur, returning the very desperation that he felt in the kiss as he pressed his tongue against the other's lips, swiping it over and panting against his mouth.

"Mm...God...you're telling me." He laughed breathlessly, slightly remembering their time in the elevator when they first got together. Soon enough, the lift doors opened and he was quick to stumble out, feeling rather giddy and mischievous inside. He really couldn't help himself. Alfred was rather impatient though he decided that he could hold out long enough to actually wait for the other to open the door to the flat.

Arthur smiled against Alfred’s lips and couldn’t help the whine that escaped his lips when he was gone again, stumbling out of the elevator. He was quick to follow him. He patted Alfred on the backside before moving past him to open the door to his flat; he was enjoying this far too much. Alfred was fun – and had a gorgeous bottom.

He opened the door, and quickly went inside, leaving the door open for Alfred. He shrugged out of his dinner jacket and placed it on the cabinet by the door for lack of anywhere else immediate to put it. He turned back to Alfred and slowly licked his lips, moving backwards towards his bedroom.

“Come and get me,” he challenged, smirking devilishly at the American stood metres away from him. He wanted this so, so badly. His body ached, waiting to be touched by those large but soft hands of Alfred’s. He wanted those lips upon his again, kissing him with all of his might. His breathing was already growing heavy from anticipation (and the alcohol).

Alfred jumped a bit and reddened in embarrassment as his backside was patted and he quickly headed towards the door, flustered with the gesture. Honestly, he was having way too much fun with this and it seemed as if the other was enjoying it as well. It was amazing just how much more comfortable Arthur was when they were having moments like this. It was kind of endearing actually.

The American was quick to step inside, glancing around the flat for a moment before he closed the door behind himself and took off his own dinner jacket. He simply grinned at Arthur as he quickly followed him towards the bedroom, body hot from anticipation. The challenge simply motivated him even more.

"Gladly." He laughed softly, smirking right back at the Englishman as he strode forward and soon pulled him as close as he could for a passionate kiss, hands smoothing over the other's body as he felt every bit of his body that he could reach. He was already starting to unbutton the other's shirt, feeling the skin underneath as he kissed him passionately, leading him back towards the bed.

Arthur watched closely as Alfred took of his jacket and watched his muscles shift beneath his shirt. He just wanted to tear the shirt right off of Alfred and reveal those oh-so-sexy biceps. He shifted anxiously, waiting for the American to come over to him. He was relieved when he did, flinging his arms around his neck.

He sighed softly against him and allowed himself to be guided towards the bed. Arthur’s hands slid down Alfred’s back to untuck his shirt and fluidly slide his hands underneath to touch the smooth skin there. He pushed the shirt higher and higher, exposing his stomach, which his hands were quick to explore and enjoy. His abs felt positively delicious beneath his touch.

When he hit the bed, he was quick to crawl back on to it, kneeling in front of Alfred so that he was able to kiss him more easily. He broke the kiss to nip at Alfred’s lips, fingers needing into the flesh that he had exposed of Alfred’s. His eyes were almost completely lidded, leaving him to rely mostly on his memory of Alfred’s features (not that he minded all that much). He could feel Alfred’s breath upon his skin and it made him shudder.

Alfred couldn't help but smirk over at Arthur as he started to unbutton his own shirt, starting to reveal the muscles that were hidden underneath his apparel. When the other was guided towards the bed and soon crawled on it, he was more than happy to climb on top so he could brush his hands all over the other's body, wanting and needing to see more of the other. Arthur was just so sexy in bed and now that he wasn't drunk, he could appreciate it more.

"Mm...Arthur..." He breathed out. "Feels good." He encouraged as he opened his lips just a bit, pressing down so their bodies were completely flushed against each other. Everything was becoming too hot and all he wanted to do was strip them from their clothes and even though he wanted to take things nice and slow, there was a feeling of desperation clawing at him. He wanted Arthur, so, so very badly.

So he was more than happy to start getting rid of the other's shirt, wanting to see more of Arthur. Soon enough he pulled his lips away from the other's own before he began to kiss along his jaw and neck, loving how the other's skin felt beneath his lips.

Arthur hummed quietly, “Yes, it does…”

He shrugged out of his shirt, trying to help at least a little bit. He fumbled with the buttons of Alfred’s shirt, ready to remove it. They both seemed to want each other, but it felt as though they should enjoy their time together, this time. Like a ‘re-do’ (for lack of a better description) of their first sexual encounter. This seemed as though it should be much slower, much gentler than their last escapade. If it was going to come down to needing condoms and lubrication, Arthur would have much have ‘made love’ with Alfred for the first time, seeing as Alfred was completely new to this.

The Brit gasped as his neck was kissed and it slowly turned into a low moan. It felt really good. Wonderful, spectacular, amazing – all of the positive adjectives in the world was how it felt. Alfred’s lips on his flesh was enough for Arthur to focus solely on Alfred as though he was the only important thing in the universe. He shifted a little beneath the America, spreading his legs slightly so that there was not so much weight pressed on to his body alone.

He finished unbuttoning Alfred’s shirt and gave it a quick tug, as though it was a signal that it was a piece of clothing that needed to go. And quickly.

Alfred just laughed a bit at that as he watched the other's body slowly being revealed to him and what a lovely body it was. It was not as well built as his own but it had its own qualities which Alfred couldn't help but find breathtaking. Maybe it was a bit weird for him to see a male body instead of a woman's and it was harder for him to appreciate the male body though when he looked at Arthur, he knew he could definitely appreciate what he had. The American was more than glad to help shrug off his shirt and despite all the passion, he had a feeling that he should slow things down.

Especially if it was going to be his first time truly with a man. Though maybe Arthur didn't it want it that way. Maybe he wanted it rougher and faster but he would just allow the other to set the pace for that. If this was really going to be their first time to actually be together, not inebriated and the like, then he wanted this to be worth remembering and make it an experience that they both enjoyed.

Alfred grinned against the other's neck, just tasting the skin underneath and remembering it. He knew that he would need to savour the taste, especially if he wanted to last the work week with barely to no touch with each other. How torturous it was to be able to see and to appreciate yet be limited on how many times they could touch. Alfred soon began to suck on the skin beneath though he made certain to keep his lips lower, obscured from public view just in case though he couldn't help but gaze up at Arthur to make certain he was alright with it.

He soon settled between the other's legs, pulling away to observe the other as he smiled down at Arthur, desire in his darkened eyes as he looked over the other's form. At least now he didn't have alcohol running through his system so he could actually pull back and enjoy what he had now.

Arthur had seen all sorts of body shapes in his time, but Alfred’s was certainly one of the most lovely he had ever seen. He threw Alfred’s shirt to the side once he had successfully managed to unfasten it. He ran his hands over his warm skin, arching himself upwards against the other and into the lips against his neck. He gave a quiet sigh, eyes fluttering open and closed. So long as there were no marks left above where his shirt collar would settle, he was happy to have his neck devoured.

One of his legs tangled itself around Alfred’s, drawing him closer. His fingers clutched and caressed his torso; he traced the line of his spine. He turned his head as best as he could and kissed the top of his head, unaware of the quiet noises of pleasure that he was making.

This was bliss. Complete and utter bliss.

“Alfred,” he said breathlessly as the said man gazed down at him. So beautiful. Too beautiful. Arthur took Alfred’s face in his hands and pulled him down into another kiss. He was much slower this time, tongue tracing Alfred’s lips experimentally. He wanted for this to be memorable, particularly for Alfred. Whatever the younger man wanted to do, he would do it so long as it made him happy.

Heck, he didn’t even care about his position anymore. He just wanted Alfred to feel good.

Alfred saw that in their haste in getting each other's shirts off, they had also managed to take off their ties as well and it was truly amazing just how quick the both of them could be. Alfred found himself pressing down against the touches against his skin, savouring each touch that brushed along his body and he closed his eyes as he savoured the taste and everything about this man beneath him. By the time that he finally managed to pull away and gaze down at Arthur.

To see those marks placed along Arthur's collarbone, it actually made him rather proud deep inside. Tangling his leg with Arthur's own, he just pressed as close as he could to the other and he couldn't help but smile a bit as he felt a kiss being pressed to the top of his head. It seemed as if the other was actually enjoying each of the touches and in the end, that is what mattered to him. While he knew that he should care about his own well being, he knew that he wanted to make certain that Arthur had a good time with tonight.

Alfred soon leant in to let the next kiss be pressed against his lips, opening his lips for the other as he slowly let out his tongue to press against the other's own smoothly. The kiss this time around was a lot more smooth, more of a lovemaking rather than just a quick fuck. "Mm..." He moaned softly, slowly rolling their hips together as he focused most of his efforts in trying to return the kiss.

God it felt so good.

As Alfred rolled his hips against Arthur’s, Arthur groaned against his lips, lifting his pelvis up into the touch and ground against him. His arms slid around the American’s neck, keeping him close as they kissed. Slowly but surely, Arthur spread his legs more, accommodating the other better between his legs. Part of him wanted to rip off Alfred’s trousers and underwear but nerves were beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach again.

So far, it seemed as though he was going to bottom – what with Alfred between his thighs and everything. That wasn’t a problem but Arthur hadn’t had sex for a long while (far too long for his own liking) and he knew that he was going to pay the price for it; it was going to hurt. Another thing was that Alfred wouldn’t know where to aim his thrusts to hit his prostate (or at least not without poking about a bit). Perhaps Arthur would have to prepare himself and save Alfred the worry of having to do it himself? Jesus Christ, this was going to be tough on the both of them.

Without any warning, Arthur rolled, pushing the American on to his back. He sat with his legs still astride Alfred’s hips. Breathing heavily, he kissed Alfred quickly again before moving down to lick and suck at his collarbone, slowly moving lower and lower down his body.

Green eyes flickered up to check Alfred’s expression as he descended down his body.

Alfred grinned against Arthur's lips as he heard the groan against his lips and he was more than glad to roll their hips more against each other's. Though now that they were finally getting farther, he was starting to get a bit nervous, especially considering that he wasn't inebriated at the moment. Now he actually had to worry about how they were going to do it. He didn't want their first time to be horrible just because he was inexperienced and didn't know where to thrust. He could try his best to take care of Arthur and make certain it didn't hurt but this night wasn't just about him.

It was about the both of them.

In all honesty, he believed that Arthur could better take care of him since he seemed to have more experience in this field than himself. Actually make the both of them feel good though he would do whatever Arthur wanted and if he wanted to bottom to him, then he would try his very best. Though Alfred was starting to get a bit too nervous, hopefully he wouldn't get so nervous that he wouldn't be able to enjoy the sex itself.

They would worry about it later though his nerves were starting to get the best of him. With both going into something he had actually never done before and just the worry of making this good for Arthur.

It admittedly took him quite by surprise as he was pushed onto his back and his eyes were wide as he started up at his date before he laughed a bit, somewhat breathless while leaning towards the licks and sucks on his collarbone. "A-Ahh...! That was a bit..nn..unexpected." He laughed breathlessly, reaching up so he could smooth his hands over the other's back, just caressing and watching as the other descended down his body.

All he could do was watch Arthur with half lidded eyes, breath short and gaze lustful.

It seemed as though they were equally as nervous as the other – not that Arthur could tell. He was putting on bravado as to not show that he was concerned. It was probably best not to think about it, not until the last moment.

“Sorry, darling,” Arthur chuckled against Alfred’s skin. He pressed a teasing kiss to his navel and dragged his lips further down to follow the trail of hair, leading to beneath the American’s belt line. He had shifted from being over Alfred’s hips to get into this position. His face was mere inches from Alfred’s crotch. His tongue flicked out, trailing up over Alfred’s stomach and to his sternum before coming back down. His fingers began to make quick work of his belt and fly. He hadn’t forgotten how gorgeous the American’s physique was (which was probably obvious considering the amount of time he usually spent admiring it).

“I hope that this was a good surprise?” he watched the American’s face carefully as he slid a hand inside of his trousers, cupping him through the fabric. God, he could only hope that it wasn’t all too fast for the younger man. They were going to make love and not just fuck – that seemed to be something that they had established. Arthur wanted to please him. Perhaps he should just ask him which position that he wanted to be/do. There were a lot of variations and possibilities. Even missionary (as a position ‘to do’), despite how dull Arthur thought it was. But maybe there would be something special about being able to watch Alfred’s face close to his as they made love? Who knew.

Alfred knew that he really shouldn't be worried about it and instead enjoy the moment but he really couldn't help himself. Not when this might be the very first time that he would do this with Arthur and not only that, but with another man. If he had experience before, then he wouldn't find himself to be so nervous but right now, he could feel his heart thrumming against his chest in anticipation. How would it feel?

Yet for now, all he could do was smile as he panted a bit, wrapping his legs loosely around the other's legs, panting softly as he kept his gaze down on the other and watched him curiously. Hell, that tongue and those lips felt absolutely amazing on his skin. That much he could never deny nor did he really find a necessity to deny it, not when he would be lying about that. To feel Arthur's face so close to his crotch, his stomach tightened and his breath quickened and all he wanted were those lips to go back on his body and kiss him everywhere and maybe especially on a lower area. Alfred was more than glad to help start pushing down his trousers and boxers though he was starting to feel rather exposed.

He was aware that Arthur had seen him naked before but that was when they were both drunk and could hardly remember the night before. Yet now, they would be able to remember everything. Though Alfred continued on reminding himself that there was nothing to worry about. They were dating now, they were supposed to trust each other and not have constant worries. As long as they had a good night in the end.

Grinning, Alfred nodded in agreement as he reached down to run his hand through the other's hair, spreading his legs and bucking his hips up against the hand that sliped inside his trousers. "Mmm...a-a very good surprise." He agreed, laughing a bit as he continued on pressing his hips down against the hand cupping him. While Alfred definitely wanted to be pleased, he also wanted to please Arthur and he would do anything to be able to do this for him. Though he didn't want this to be boring for Arthur either, even if it meant going away from missionary position. This was supposed to be fun, loving even though it would be something that they could decide on later.

After all, he was no expert on having sex with men. So all he could do was just simply dive into this new experience and hold onto Arthur and simply just trust him.

He could trust Arthur. He knew that very well.

"Feels good...more..." He gasped out.

Arthur’s hand squeezed gently, sliding over Alfred’s growing erection. He smirked as his hips bucked into his touch and rhythmically began to stroke the bulge.

“More, you say…?” his voice was smooth, quiet enough for the busy streets of New York to continue to be heard through the glass of his window. “More what?” he teased, hand coming away from Alfred’s groin and out from beneath his trousers. He clambered back off of the bed and removed his shoes and socks – lest they get in the way before returning to Alfred. It was impossible to tell how he did it, but Arthur somehow managed to make the removing of Alfred’s shoes and socks a seductive act. His movements were slow, not missing the opportunity to slide a hand up his trousers to touch at his shin.

One he completed his task, he climbed back on to the bed and leaned over Alfred, hands either side of his torso. He hovered above the American, looking down at him expectantly, waiting for him to do something before he belatedly remembered that Alfred was somewhat more virginal than he. Supporting his weight on one hand, he raised the other to caress Alfred’s cheek and brush his fringe (his bangs) out of his face.

“Alright, poppet…?”

Alfred gasped softly as the hand that squeezed and slid over his growing erection and he could already feeling his length strain against his too tight trousers. His breath was starting to get shorter, more ragged as he felt a desperate need to be released from his confinements.

All he could do was nod, breath still short though admittedly, a soft whine accidentally escaped his lips when the hand came away from his groin and out from beneath his trousers. He wanted to feel the hand so badly! To feel more and for a moment, as the other slid off the bed, Alfred was truly afraid that the other was going to leave him for that. Until he merely realised just how ridiculous that would have been and Arthur would definitely not have done that with him. Though he still felt that bit of relief as Arthur clambered back on the bed and began to remove his shoes and socks, swallowing thickly as he watched the small 'show' of the other pulling off parts of his clothes.

God... How the hell could he make that look seductive and slow as well? It was absolutely mind blowing. It was definitely a huge contrast from what seemed to be a more prudish man in the work place. Yet when he was in the privacy of his flat, that completely seemed to change around. Alfred simply breathed out.

"Dammit...you know what I want more of..." He panted as he raised his arms up to caress the other's back, smoothing his hands along the strong structure as he leant his cheek against the caress. To feel that...and to hear that...it really made the moment so much more intimate.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He murmured softly, smiling a bit up at him.

Arthur was a very different man behind closed doors, with someone that he trusted. And yes, he felt that he trusted Alfred not to steal from him or to hurt him in any way. Alfred was too sweet to do either of those things – he seriously doubted that he’d ever done anything bad in his life at all.

He shivered at the touch to his back and arched into it a little bit. The American’s smile was infectious and Arthur felt himself returning it. He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to his lips before he went back to hovering. Perhaps it would be a good time to broach the subject of positions and Alfred’s virginal appearance? Sod it if it wasn’t, both things needed to be discussed at some point (regardless of how little room he had to move thanks to his own growing erection).

“You haven’t… Alfred, you haven’t done this before have you? With another man, I mean?” he tried to keep his voice quiet and as un-patronising as possible. The last thing that he wanted to do was to cause and argument and be left with his hand for the night. Hastily, Arthur pecked his left temple. “It’s okay that you haven’t, I just need to know.”

‘Now would you like to top or bottom?’ didn’t seem like an appropriate question to ask anymore.

From the look of things, Alfred could definitely tell that Arthur was a very different man behind closed doors and he actually felt rather relieved that he was able to see this side of his boss and boyfriend. It would definitely be a shame if he was also kind of a prude when it came to having intimate moments though in all reality, he knew that he would at least find it a bit endearing. Actually, rather endearing though at the moment, it didn't really seemed as if he had to worry about Arthur and being shy. Though Alfred had no intentions of taking anything from Arthur except maybe his heart in the end but even then, there was still some hesitancy. In the end, there was no ill intentions that he had set in mind for Arthur and himself and in fact, it was the exact opposite.

While he wasn't completely innocent and good, Alfred just wanted the very best for Arthur. That was all and he wanted him to have a good time with him tonight. Nothing more, nothing less.

Seeing his smile being returned by those lovely lips, Alfred couldn't help but feel a bit light hearted as he caressed the smaller man's body with his hands, simply exploring and memorising each curve and muscle of the body. The American was more than glad to return the slow kiss, keeping it slow yet passionate all at the same time, laying back on the bed and spreading his legs a bit more to make himself more at display. It was a bit different though he knew that maybe Arthur wanted to appreciate his body just as he wanted to appreciate the other's.

He was a bit surprised with the question and Alfred felt his breath hitch for a few brief moments before he finally regained his sense and nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, I haven't done this before...with another man." He responded, voice quiet. He knew that he shouldn't be embarrassed but he definitely was though admittedly, Arthur was one of the first men that he really even had sexual thoughts about. Certainly he was curious before but he was going into an unknown territory here.

Alfred couldn't help but smile a bit as the other pecked his left temple and he leant against it. "I..don't want you to worry too much about me." He murmured, wanting to reassure the other. "I just want us both to have a good time in the end. I'm strong." He continued, caressing the other's cheek lightly.

"I want you." He said, voice barely above a whisper.

Arthur shifted to rest himself between Alfred’s thighs, hoping to be a comfortable weight on top of him. He was pretty light after all, he didn’t think that it’d be easy for him to hurt Alfred with his weight (not that he wanted to, of course).

The Brit exhaled slowly and leaned his forehead against Alfred’s, closing his eyes for a few long moments. When he re-opened them, he realised how close he was to the other and pulled back a little, instead choosing to look over Alfred’s body beneath him. It made his loins ache.

“I can see you’re strong,” he mused a little, trailing his hand down from his face to his chest and over the expanse of his stomach. He was perfect, unbelievably so.

What Alfred said was break-takingly erotic and made Arthur shiver in anticipation.

“How do you want me?” he murmured in reply, voice huskier than before. A part of him was nagging and asking ‘how can you want me?’. But Alfred wasn’t unkind, he wouldn’t push Arthur away. This question he’d vocalised had meant to be his way of subtly asking what had been burdening him since they’d both started to get undressed.

Alfred wasn't all that bothered by Arthur's weight and in fact, he almost seemed to invite it in a way. The Englishman was much lighter than himself and he was a rather strong man, so the other wasn't a burden at all. Far from it in fact.

The American pressed his forehead back against Arthur's, letting their breaths mix together for a moment before reddening slightly as his boyfriend pulled away so he could look over at his body. It made him feel extremely exposed and though he knew that he definitely didn't have a bad body, it still made him feel rather insecure. Alfred simply chuckled a bit, still red as the other mentioned that he was strong though he nodded a bit.

"Yeah, I've been told that." In fact, he was rather strong for his age and structure. He seemed strong already just through appearances though even they didn't seem to reveal the muscle power he actually had. Alfred's breath caught in his throat again as Arthur trailed his hand down over the expanse of his stomach and he couldn't help but let a small smile pull on his lips. It tickled a bit when the other touched his stomach and it was obvious that he was a bit ticklish by how he squirmed a bit under the touch, smile still pulling on his lips.

Alfred finally tried to regain himself again as he wrapped his arms around Arthur and he swallowed thickly. He would have decide now. "...I want you in me." He whispered, still stroking the other's hair. He trusted Arthur, to show him how to do this so that maybe next time, he could give back to the other. It was embarrassing to admit it so openly and he was a bit nervous, but he wanted to show just how much he trusted Arthur.

It made him feel vulnerable but he wouldn't regret it.

Arthur had told Alfred how lovely he thought that he was the last time that they had been in bed together. He could still see faint bruises on Alfred from where he had kissed and sucked at his skin. He could only hope that it hadn’t been painful for Alfred but a small part of Arthur was proud to have left marks on him. In a primal sense, he’d laid claim to this golden boy.

He chuckled quietly as Alfred squirmed, having discovered a ticklish part of his body. He would remember that for some other time. Right now, he wasn’t interested in making Alfred giggle; he wanted him to moan.

Arthur’s gaze locked with the American’s incredulously at his words and felt his cock twitch, lower body still clothed. He didn’t think that he’d ever heard anything so arousing before. Alfred wanted him. Alfred wanted him. In him. God, was there a single phrase more ambrosia-filled in the English language than that? He couldn’t think of one. There wasn’t enough blood in his head at the moment, it had all been sucked down to his nether regions.

“Alright then,” he replied surprisingly calmly. Arthur leant down, pressing his lips to the American’s as his hands began to tug at the hem of Alfred’s trousers and boxers, to pull them down. “I’ll take care of you, my lad…”

Alfred knew that Arthur thought of him to be lovely though he still felt a bit of hesitancy when he thought about it. He had no problems calling Arthur gorgeous and lovely and all the like yet when it came to himself, despite how prideful he always seemed to be, he still felt rather embarrassed when it came to others complimenting on his appearances and all the like. He hoped that next time they did this, he could do more for Arthur, be the one to leave more marks on him and make him writhe in pleasure. Yet for now, he would let the other lead him.

It was admittedly a bit different having marks all over skin but it almost made him feel as if he actually was Arthur's. In fact, it rather aroused him, being able to feel the slight ache from the marks.

Alfred hesitantly gazed up at Arthur, breath hitched and just waiting for the other's reaction. He didn't know how the other would react. What if he didn't want to go that far yet? What if they weren't ready for that stage yet? What if Arthur actually didn't want him like that and instead...well...okay so maybe he was over thinking everything. It surprised him a bit, that he was the one who asked for Arthur being inside (especially since he felt a need to protect his 'dignity') but he couldn't help himself. He was curious, he wanted to experience something new. He had always been rather an adventurer by nature and this would just be something new to experience.

Helping the other take off his trousers and boxers, he could feel the cold air of the flat bite at his length and a shiver ran through the length of his body. "I trust you." He whispered, gasping a bit at the feeling of being completely exposed to Arthur now though he pressed his lips back against the other's.

Arthur could only hope that he wouldn’t make this into a scarring experience for Alfred. This was going to make or break Alfred’s opinion on gay sex. If he did it badly, then he knew that there was little to no chance of him ever topping again afterwards. And he didn’t want that privilege to be taken away before they’d even had a chance to share roles. He was starting to wonder if the third date was a little too soon to jump straight into foreign territory for Alfred, but surely the younger man would have said something if he didn’t want it?

“And I trust you…”

He kissed Alfred quickly again before sitting back and pulling away Alfred’s trousers and underwear. He soon set about removing his own, doing so in record time. He was back over Alfred in no time at all. He glanced down at Alfred’s erection and flushed slightly, quickly looking away. He was a lot bigger than he could remember last week. It almost made Arthur feel inadequate in comparison. Not that he was small but… he belatedly realised that now was not the time to compare penis sizes.

He began to work his way down the American’s body, like he had done earlier. He paused, lips inches from Alfred’s now-exposed cock and breathed hotly on to it. He leaned down slowly, glancing up at Alfred as he gave it a long lick, from base to tip. Carefully, he gripped it in one hand and squeezed.

“In the right-hand-side cabinet, there’s some… um… lubrication and condoms,” his face felt hot. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty either. On his last food shopping trip, he’d made sure to buy some as a just in case. He’d been stood in the aisle for a while, trying to work out the difference between the American brands, gradually getting more and more flustered. “You need to hold the lube for a while,” he added shyly. “To warm it up.”

He then returned his attentions to Alfred’s lovely (and embarrassingly large) cock.

Alfred trusted Arthur. He knew that his boyfriend would make this a wonderful experience for him and that well...gay sex wouldn't be ruined for him. He was still rather nervous about it but he was strong and there must have been a reason why homosexuals continued on coming back for more. He wanted to be able to share intimate moments with Arthur and make sure they both have a good time and despite everything, he knew that their relationship wouldn't go all that well with a lack of a sexual life. It wasn't as if their whole relationship was based off of that but still, he knew it would definitely put a damper on their relationship.

He simply smiled and nodded, kissing the other back quickly before pulling away and watching as the other managed to remove his own trousers and underwear. Wow, he wasn't even aware that someone could shed their clothes that quickly but he could tell that they were both rather eager about all of this. Alfred couldn't help but glance over at both of their lengths, somewhat comparing them but he didn't want to comment on it. In fact, he found Arthur's size just to be perfect. Not too large though not too small either. Just perfect.

Alfred's breath hitched as he watched Arthur work his way down his body and he could feel his stomach heat up as the other's lips were so close to his cock. Alfred moaned as the long lick, his length growing a bit more in the other's grasp as he nodded, face still hot. He soon shifted over so he could open the right-hand-side cabinet, looking for the lubrication and condoms before finding them both. They looked rather new...did...he just buy it for them?

It was really, really embarrassing but it made his heart flutter. Cheeks red, Alfred gave the condom to Arthur as he held onto the lube so he could warm it up. Soon enough, the attention was back onto his cock and his body shivered in absolute pleasure. Arthur always was talented with his mouth.