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

If Arthur had known that, that was what Alfred thought then he would have felt a lot less worried than he was about a) his penis size and b) the eventual penetration of Alfred.

Arthur shot him a quick smile, taking the condom. His lips then pillowed against his cock, kissing it in an almost sweet manner. He began to move his hand up and down, creating pleasurable friction. He sighed out a soft moan to accompany his strokes as he looked up at Alfred, watching for his reaction.

He knew that he was good with his mouth, good at knowing where to touch to evoke a reaction but every person was different. He had yet to discover what Alfred enjoyed and liked more. He’d have to find out through experimentation, he supposed. He half-nipped at Alfred’s hip bone before he raised his head, taking the tip of Alfred’s cock into his mouth. He began to suck gently, tongue lathing over the slit. His hand fell to rest over his balls, carefully touching and squeezing them in turn.

Green eyes focused intently on Alfred the entire time. He could feel him pulsing beneath his touch and smirked a little around the organ in his mouth. He was beginning to feel extremely warm, his own cock continuing to twitch in want.

Admittedly, Alfred really couldn't help but wonder what it was like to actually have Arthur's cock in his mouth but he decided to push that though away. He hadn't actually been expecting Arthur to actually give him a blow job since their last time was simply grinding against each other and a lovely handjob. Yet despite this, this time felt so much better already though it must have been the nerves coursing through him. Alfred couldn't help but smile a bit to himself as he felt the sweet kiss against his cock but soon a moan escaped his lips from the pleasurable strokes.

"Mm..." He moaned softly, arching his hips up against the other's mouth though he took care not to actually hurt the other with being a bit too rough and eager. It seemed as if Alfred easily reacted to touches on his body with how he writhed in pleasure with even the smallest of touches though he couldn't help but moan loudly as the tongue lathed over his slit and his balls were touched and squeezed.

"A-Ah! Yes! Mmm!" He encouraged, rolling his hips up against the touch, simply wanting more and more.

Alfred couldn't help but pant, still holding the lubrication in his hands before he glanced down at Arthur and saw how his own cock was twitching in want. "Ahh...Arthur...I want more of you." He whispered, hoping that the other got his point.

Vocal, wasn’t he?

Arthur pressed a hand on to his hips, securing him to the bed so that he wouldn’t choke. That wouldn’t be attractive. He sunk a little lower, easing Alfred’s cock further and further into his mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure that he understood what Alfred was hinting at. After all, he could have meant that he wanted to return the favour (blowjob-wise) or that he wanted to get on with it. Arthur assumed that it was the latter. Having had more experience with blowjobs, Arthur knew that it was rather unpleasant for the giver. His throat had always felt raw and sore afterwards, his jaw aching from the exertion. He hadn’t been pushing himself hard enough to feel those things this time; he let Alfred slip from his mouth as he sat up again.

He felt nervous all of a sudden. It meant that it was stretching time. Bugger. Hadn’t Alfred enjoyed the blowjob? He’d sounded like he had. Surely he had? He couldn’t have not felt good? Or was he really just keen to get this over and done with? He didn’t question it any further, in fear of making himself even more anxious.

What if he hurt him?

Arthur wordlessly held out his hand for the lube, looking at the American expectantly but he was unable to conceal the worry in his eyes.

Alfred continued on thrusting his hips, wanting to get a bit deeper into the other's mouth but he tried to hold himself back so he wouldn't hurt the other or choke him nonetheless. His stomach was already curling pleasantly, a bit too pleasantly and he soon glanced over at the other, taking in a few breaths as he tried to catch his breath.

Admittedly, the true reason why he didn't want to continue on with the blowjob was because he couldn't really trust his own sexual stamina. He didn't want to release and be over and done with for the rest of the night while not giving Arthur anything in return except possibly a sloppy blowjob that he didn't know how to do. Maybe he could experiment a bit? After all, he was rather curious and since he had Arthur in bed with him right now, he might as well try.

So Alfred soon sat up and got on all fours, handing Arthur the lube as he smiled a bit at him. "Don't worry about me." He murmured, trying to help ease his worries. "I've poked around a bit before." Meaning that he experimented though it was only recently after they got together...though it was still horribly embarrassing to admit it. So hopefully the feeling wouldn't be completely foreign to him. Alfred just smiled up at Arthur and leant forward to press a kiss to his lips before quietly grabbing the other's cock and stroked it a bit more.

Experimenting, he soon leant down and licked at the head, his eyes widening a bit at the taste. That...was a bit unexpected. It was a weird taste but not all that unpleasant. So he soon leant down just a bit more and started to lightly suck at the head, minding his teeth. Hopefully this would keep the mind off the stretching, if Arthur didn't mind it this way and if he actually enjoyed it.

‘Poked around a bit’? What the devil was that supposed to – he realised with a quiet “oh”. Well, that was… intriguing to know. So, Alfred must have been thinking about doing this, with Arthur? Did that mean that maybe, just maybe, Arthur had been the subject of Alfred’s masturbation as of late? There was something about that that made him feel triumphant.

He took the lube from Alfred but had not been expecting him to move about and to suddenly have a gorgeous, hot mouth around his cock. It had clearly been a while for Arthur, considering the way that his entire body shuddered. It felt good, marvellous in fact. He made sure to stay still, despite wanting to move his hips more towards the hole (because that was what it was to a lust-hazed mind; a hole) but he restrained himself. One of his hands clutched at Alfred’s shoulder, afraid that he might pull his hair too hard if he held on to it.

“A-a-ahhh… Alfred…” he watched Alfred carefully, wanting to remember this for his own one-man sessions. The American looked absolutely delicious doing what he was with his mouth. He exhaled shakily and slowly began to thread his fingers through Alfred’s hair, trying to be encouraging.


“That’s… good.”

Alfred had definitely thought about Arthur during his one-man sessions recently and it definitely had been rather different from his usual rounds. It wasn't bad or anything, just rather different from what he was used to. He wasn't all that used to exploring more of his body but he soon found himself doing that as of late, discovering just what made him feel good in other areas than just his most sensitive.

To hear the encouragement though as he pressed his lips against the cock, it was definitely enough to keep him motivated and just to drive forward. At least Arthur wasn't just simply thrusting into his mouth, not caring if he abused his throat or not. Soon enough the American took Arthur's free hand, bringing it back to his bottom, hoping to hint. He soon closed his eyes, running his tongue up the length and just trying to remember what made him feel good.

Feeling just a bit more adventurous, Alfred soon took more of the other's cock into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down as he pressed his tongue against the slit before moving down to run his tongue along the underside of his cock. He couldn't help but moan a bit around the length. It was definitely weird having something so...well...masculine and hot in his mouth but he wasn't objecting to it. Fortunately enough, he wasn't choking yet and it seemed easy enough though for right now, he dealt with cupping the other's balls and stroking the base as he moved up and down the other's length.

It was probably obvious that Alfred had been one of the main subjects of Arthur’s fantasies ever since he’d started working for Chouchoute. They had always been pretty vivid but there was nothing better than the real thing.

Upon the guidance of his hand, Arthur gulped a little. This was going to be an extremely awkward angle to attempt to stretch him properly, but if it was what Alfred wanted, then he would try; he would put his flexibility to the test.

He groaned as Alfred started to bob his head over his cock and had to take a moment to recover before he leaned forward as much as he could without shifting his hips too much. He pressed a kiss to Alfred’s shoulder blade as his fingers slid down the American’s spine and between his buttocks, just stroking gently at the skin around his entrance. His touches were light and gentle, almost languid at points. Somehow, he’d managed to reach despite their difference in height (Alfred’s torso was longer) and the angle they were at.

He gave a small whine at the attention that he was receiving, keening.

“Oh Alfred… Alfred, Alfred…” he tensed a little, resisting another shudder. “Don’t push yourself, my darling,” he breathed softly, very aware that Alfred probably hadn’t done this before. He trusted him not to use his teeth or to bite.

Alfred definitely hoped that he was one of the main subjects of Arthur's fantasies ever since he started to work for Chouchoute though honestly, he didn't know how long the other had desired him. He knew that he indeed desired him because if he didn't, then there really seemed to be no point sneaking around with their relationship and all the like. Yet the actual experience itself was surpassing his expectations and it was definitely amazing in the end.

He moaned softly against the cock in his mouth, feeling his breath hitch a bit as the other stroked gently at the skin around his entrance. Arthur was so caring when he wanted to be, it made him feel special in a way, as if they were making love or something along those lines. Though he definitely knew that this wasn't just some fuck and that meant quite a bit to him.

Alfred soon shifted closer to Arthur, hoping that it would help him reach and if it was too hard, he would stop with the blowjob so he could be stretched out properly. He soon opened his eyes, gazing up at Arthur and just watched his expressions for a moment as he took it slower, trying to more slowly take in the other though he was doing a surprisingly good job with it. Alfred soon rolled the balls in his hands gently, lightly cupping them as he used his other hand to stroke at Arthur's inner thigh.

It was definitely different, doing this...but it was starting to grow on him.

Arthur was still pretty set on making this an enjoyable (and not traumatic) experience for Alfred. Perhaps when they were more acquainted with each other’s bodies, he might be less concerned about being tender but right now, he knew that it was necessary. He was appreciative when Alfred shifted closer to him. His fingers began to press gently against his puckered hole, not quite entering it before they slid away to cup one of his buttock cheeks. He soon returned to his previous task.

Alfred was doing a spectacular job for his first time. It was as though Alfred was a natural at it. He was so good that Arthur was questioning just how virginal he really was. He gasped as he felt more of his length slip into Alfred’s hot mouth. The touching to his balls was also driving him insane, not to mention the hand at his thigh.

“Yes, lovely, yes… like that…” he whispered. What Alfred would have looked up to was Arthur’s flushed face, his lips parted as he panted quietly. It felt good. Really good. Extraordinary. Too good. It was too much. “Alfred, I… hah… darling, we should get you ready.” He didn’t want to cum and for it to all be over.

Alfred was certain that Arthur would make this an enjoyable experience for him and there was no doubt in his mind about that. The other could already drive him wild with just his lips, he couldn't help but wonder if he would be driven off the edge. Admittedly, Alfred was extremely happy that Arthur was actually being tender with him despite knowing that he could probably handle it a bit rougher. His breath hitched a bit in his throat as he felt the finger press gently against his hole but didn't quite enter before slipping away.

Admittedly, he wasn't all that virginal but he still never had given a blowjob before so it was definitely something different. Though maybe he really did seem to be rather good at this considering everything. His movements were a bit sloppy but he was definitely able to take Arthur deeper into his mouth, sucking around him as he continued to fondle with Arthur's balls.

When he heard Arthur say that he should get ready though, Alfred finally pulled away and licked his lips, swiping the precum off and onto his tongue. The taste was...interesting...to say the very least. Alfred couldn't help but grin a bit though as he shifted closer to Arthur, cheeks a bit red and his heart thrumming against his chest. "So...did you like it?" He asked quietly as he lightly caressed the other's thigh with his hand, shifting a bit so it was easier for Arthur to reach his hole.

Arthur’s eyes fluttered closed for a few moments, savouring the last few moments before Alfred pulled away. He hadn’t expected the small, final lick and gasped (a little too loud for his liking). He hummed appreciatively as his thigh was rubbed. He leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then his nose and finally his lips. They parted with a wet-sound.

The Brit carefully pressed upon Alfred’s shoulder, trying to get him to lie down. He wasn’t confident enough to prepare him without being able to gage his reactions properly. Missionary was safe, and it was easy. They could try out different positions some other time.

“Lie down,” he instructed, voice soft and shifted out of the way so that Alfred could do so. He rolled the lube between his hands, trying to warm it up just a little bit more before they proceeded. He wanted Alfred to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible. He knew it was going to hurt him; it wasn’t something he could avoid no matter how much he wanted to.

He tried smiling again, to be encouraging.

Alfred couldn't help but grin when he heard the gasp and honestly, he actually preferred it when the other was a bit too loud for his personal liking. He liked it when there really was no restraint. The American seemed to melt in the kiss, keeping the kiss gentle and sweet, almost saccharine sweet before pulling away, not minding the wet sound of their lips parting.

Letting himself get pushed down onto the bed, he laid down comfortably and stretched his body out almost as if he wanted the other to look over his body. While it was definitely more on the embarrassing side of things, he still loved any kind of attention even if it was rather embarrassing. Especially if it was attention from his boyfriend during sex, no matter how vulnerable he actually felt.

Alfred simply smiled back up at the other, eyes bright and one could even possibly argue loving. His breath was a bit short from nervousness but he tried to keep his breaths calm and steady as he spread his legs a bit for the other. He had every right to be nervous though it hardly meant that he was going to stop. They may have to put a stop to it if it hurt too much but he trusted Arthur to keep him safe and comfortable in the end.

"Don't worry, okay?" He reassured as he leant up just a bit to press a light kiss to his lips before laying back down on the bed.

Arthur returned the brief kiss.

“I should be saying that to you,” he scoffed before pursing his lips. “I’m serious, Alfred. If it hurts, you must tell me. Stop me if it hurts you too much.” His gaze was down, trained upon Alfred’s chest as he avoided looking him in the eyes. He was still extremely nervous that he was going to fuck it up. One of his hands skirted over his inner thigh, caressing the skin there.

He then sat back, glancing up at Alfred one last time before he popped open the cap to the lube and poured a gracious amount on to his fingers. Once he was satisfied that he had enough, he shifted forwards a little, putting the bottle to the side for the time being before he ran his un-lubed hand up Alfred’s torso, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. His other hand set to the task at hand.

He slid a single finger just below his scrotum, his touch was light. Slowly, he trailed down towards his entrance, the tip of his finger lightly prodding against his opening, not quite entering yet.

“I’m going to… now,” he flushed a little and carefully, at a snail’s pace, began to ease his index finger inside of Alfred. His other hand petted pathetically at his side, as if to act as some comfort. Eventually, he managed to work his way up to his knuckle. “How’re you doing, love?” he asked quietly, looking up to gage Alfred’s reaction.

Alfred just smiled a bit and nodded, letting the other know that he would actually tell him if it hurt too much. He simply instead reached up to lightly grasp at the other's hand, squeezing gently and lightly rubbing the top of it with his thumb as he let out soft breaths, simply waiting. In some ways, he kind of wished he said he would be on top but if they really wanted an equal relationship, then he would have to go through this at some point. This wasn't a relationship about who was on top or not but instead just enjoying each other equally. Yet he was a strong man, he was certain that he would be able to handle it.

At least he hoped he would be able to.

As he watched Arthur pour the lube onto his fingers, Alfred could feel even more nervousness run through his entire being and who could blame him? This was his first time. Yet the other's hand running up his torso managed to relax him and even managed to make him smile a bit as his ticklish area was lightly brushed against though he didn't really react too much with it.

Alfred couldn't help but flush a bit at the other's words and he nodded, tensing slightly as the index finger was eased inside of him. He was used to this or at least kind of so he wasn't all that bothered. Alfred quickly got himself to relax around the other's finger and he simply smiled a bit. "Yeah, I'm alright. Keep going." He whispered, keeping his eyes trained on the other's face.

“Patience, lad…” Arthur hushed. “Just relax and take deep breaths.” He was un-naturally calm, focused on doing a good job. His brows were furrowed just slightly in concentration. He moved his finger a little, stretching as much as he could with one finger alone.

It wasn’t long before he was satisfied enough to add another – what Alfred had said about ‘having poked around a bit’ was more evident now in the way that the American had barely tensed at all. He kept his free hand on Alfred’s ribcage as a second finger began to join the first.

“Here comes the next one,” he warned. This was more of a squeeze, it was difficult to resist the urge to wiggle his fingers to get deeper into Alfred, but that would hurt him. Once he managed to get it in all the way, the returned his gaze to the American.

Not wanting Alfred to lose his erection, his free hand slid down his cock and gripped at the base, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Alfred just nodded and started to take deep breaths, trying to keep himself calm as he was stretched with that one finger. He didn't really seem to react at all with that and instead shifted around a bit. It didn't hurt, maybe it was a bit uncomfortable but it was pretty far from actually hurting. Though admittedly, he had only gone up to two digits before and nothing past there though at the same time, his fingers were probably thicker than Arthur's own.

When the other warned him about the other finger, Alfred simply nodded again and closed his eyes so he could keep himself relaxed. "Alright." He whispered, breath hitching just a bit with the second finger though fortunately enough, the lubrication was making the fit much easier.

It was definitely a tighter fit though it didn't really hurt. Instead Alfred simply smiled over at the other, reaching up to brush his own bangs out of his face so he could more easily look at the other. He spread his legs just a bit so it was easier for the other before he leant his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes and trying to keep calm and relaxed though he gasped and tightened around the other a bit as his cock was given a gentle squeeze. "Mm..."

The Brit waited for a while, waiting for Alfred to adjust fully. When he felt Alfred’s muscles tighten around his fingers fleetingly, he was pretty sure that he was going to be okay. Not that Arthur had ever doubted his ability to do this but, honestly, he had worried about Alfred whining and begging for him to stop; that was not what he wanted to happen, at all.

His fingers began to scissor carefully inside of Alfred, beginning to hook upwards a little, towards his prostate. He began to stroke at Alfred’s cock, creating a steady rhythm. He watched the other and swallowed thickly.

He looked pretty bloody sexy like that.

“Good?” he asked, inquiring after the ‘mm’ that had escaped the American’s lips. He wasn’t expecting a coherent response, but just to know that Alfred wasn’t having problems was good enough.

Alfred finally managed to fully adjust to Arthur's two digits and honestly, he never really doubted the other's abilities. He seemed to be much more skilled than himself and he was grateful for that at least. Though honestly, he really, really couldn't see himself actually whining and begging Arthur to stop, especially since he was more of the kind of man to actually hold out as long as he could and admittedly, not admit his pain. It was all about pride in the end and he really couldn't help himself but he knew that this was something that he couldn't just let go considering that it could potentially really hurt him if they weren't careful.

He knew that the other was trying to aim for his prostate and he soon shifted around a bit and pressed more against the fingers so the fingers could possibly brush against it. "H-Hah..." He panted out as his cock was stroked, back arching a bit as he nodded.

Alfred simply nodded and panted more. "Yeah..." He managed to get out as he tried to press the other's fingers just a bit deeper inside.

Arthur felt himself smile at that. Alfred felt good. That was… good.

He pressed his fingers deeper, soon finding a small ridge of nerves which he brushed against, just briefly. He wasn’t too concerned about finding Alfred’s prostate at that particular moment. He could either try to find it when three fingers were in, when he would really be trying to make it less painful for him – if not then, then penetration. Arthur was pretty good and moving and angling his hips just so, or so he’d bee told before. He continued his strokes.

“I’m going to add the last one now, okay? If it hurts too much then tell me.” He’d stop if that happened; he could just (to be blunt about it) finger Alfred’s prostate and bring him to orgasm that way, if it didn’t work of course. Then he would be left with his own erection but he was pretty sure that Alfred’s lovely mouth would be able to-

Why was he thinking about this? He hadn’t even tried yet.

Ever so slowly, he began to push his third finger inside of Alfred.

Alfred always enjoyed Arthur's smile and to see the other actually smile...it was really nice. It relaxed him quite a bit...to see that smile.

He couldn't help but gasp though when the small ridge of nerves were brushed against and he almost immediately bucked into the touch. Fuck...that felt nice. He usually wasn't able to find his prostate when he poked around a bit though at the same time, it wasn't all that bad. There were still times that he was able to find it and admittedly, he actually kind of liked the feeling of being filled up. Maybe a bit masochistic in a way but in a way, he could almost say that it was a craving.

Alfred simply nodded, panting a bit and he gave a small smile. "Yeah, go for it." He whispered, wrapping his legs around the other before wincing slightly as the third finger was pressed in. It was a pretty tight fit and it was starting to hurt but it wasn't all that bad. "K-Keep going." He whispered, trying to encourage Arthur.

Arthur leaned up at little and pressed a kiss to Alfred’s ribs, trying to comfort him somewhat as his fingers probed deeper into him. Once he was in up to his knuckles, he paused again, just leaving Alfred to stretch at get used to being filled. It always hurt the first time, or the first time for a long while.

“You’re doing brilliantly, darling. Keep breathing and relax,” he reminded, voice soft. He hadn’t forgotten to continue pumping Alfred’s cock. He carefully began to stretch his fingers inside of him, pushing against Alfred’s inner muscles. He watched Alfred’s face, wanting to know if he was pushing forwards too quickly.

He began to search for that sensitive spot again, fingers hooking upwards a little. Having located it previously, it didn’t take him long to find it. His fingertips smoothed across the ridge of nerves.

Alfred was completely aware of how much it could possibly hurt the first time. Admittedly the first time that he tried to explore more parts of his body, he had actually kind of hurt himself though it didn't stop him. Yet this was something different. Very,very different and he knew that this would hurt a lot more. Yet Arthur was so gentle with him that he could hardly think that this experience would ever be bad. Not when it was his boss doing this with him.

The American continued on taking deep breaths as his muscles tried to adjust around the other's fingers, groaning softly as his cock was stroked. It was a bit painful but the attention to his cock was enough to keep his mind off of it for the moment.

Alfred's eyes widened though when he felt his prostate being brushed against again and he moaned loudly, pressing more against the fingers. "That...a-ah...that feels good, babe.". He moaned out, finding that he was actually craving to be filled and having that spot pressed against yet with something much thicker. His desire for Arthur was starting to become unbearable.

Alfred’s moan was enough to make Arthur’s body ache again. The entire time, his nether regions had been screaming at him to hurry up and to get inside Alfred but his conscience hadn’t allowed it. He continued to stroke his prostrate, other hand pumping his cock.

“I’m glad,” he breathed. And he was. He was so glad. He’d managed to make this somewhat of a pleasant experience for the American (at least so far). He was careful not to move his hands from their positions as he leaned his body up and kissed at whatever part of his hot skin that he could reach. “Oh God, Alfred…” he murmured, his forehead pressed to his chest as his urges began to overcome sense.

He wanted in.

“Do you think you’re ready…?”

With each passing moment, Alfred felt this increasing need to have Arthur inside of him rather than just finger him. He was scared, that was definitely true but he also couldn't help himself. He was curious and dammit, he was feeling really good. He couldn't help but wonder just how much Arthur actually wanted this from him though he hoped it was a lot. The other seemed to be holding back well enough though he was beginning to see the signs of Arthur actually losing to his urges.

The American just kept on groaning and squirming a bit under the pleasurable touches before he began to pant heavily, glancing up at Arthur for a long moment. The kisses on his hot skin just felt absolutely wonderful and he couldn't help but feel a shiver run through the length of his body as the Englishman pressed his forehead against his chest.

The question really shouldn't have surprised him but it still managed to make a flush rise up in his cheeks. A few seconds passed before Alfred finally nodded, swallowing thickly as he reached down to run his hand through Arthur's hair.

"Yeah..." He murmured. "Yeah, I'm ready." He confirmed.

Arthur had to control himself. He had to. He couldn’t lose himself in his lusty haze. He could hurt Alfred, break him in two despite all of the well-toned, gorgeous muscles that existed in Alfred’s body. But the way that the American had whined ad shifted beneath him had done little to suppress his burning desire. He lifted his head as fingers were ran though his hair and gave somewhat of a small smile.

Carefully, he began to remove his fingers from him. Once they were out, Arthur leaned up to Alfred and kissed him square on the lips. Lips against lips and no more. It was surprisingly innocent considering the scenario. He even dared to lean in a little further and bump his nose against Alfred in a lack-lustred Eskimo kiss.

Although he lingered in his position for a few long moments, he soon pulled away and reached for the condom next to him. He unwrapped it and let out an embarrassing keening noise as he held on to his own length. He blushed but tried to focus as he rolled on the condom and reached for the lubrication again. He poured copious amounts on to his palm before he began to slick up his erection, having to bite his tongue as to not make anymore stupid noises.

“Are you sure that you…” want this. He couldn’t voice it out loud but it was worth checking.