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

Alfred knew that they shouldn't rush it and he had no intentions of doing so though he couldn't help himself. He really, really wanted the man and when Arthur finally removed the fingers from him, he couldn't help but feel just a bit too empty for his own liking. Alfred easily responded to the other, kissing him back on the lips and admittedly, it was an extremely innocent gesture. Much different than their kisses and actions previously.

Yet despite all of this, he really, really appreciated it. He relished in just the sheer innocence of the kiss and hell, he felt as if he was really being taken care of. Alfred hated to admit that he ever needed to be taken care of but during times like this, he was secretly glad for it. Alfred leant forward a bit to return the Eskimo kiss, sighing in contentment.

Soon he pulled away again and glanced over at Arthur, watching as he pulled on the condom and slicked up his erection with lubrication. The American simply smiled at Arthur and nodded, sitting up a bit so he could gently kiss the corner of the man's lips as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm certain."

Arthur held the other’s gaze as he finished preparing himself. He exhaled softly, leaning into Alfred’s touches. They were so tender. Whilst their faces were close, Arthur snuck in another quick kiss.

“Alright,” he whispered. He shifted a little, moving himself into position. He supported his weight with one hand as he gently pressed his palm against Alfred’s chest, meaning for him to lie back down. The less tense his muscles were, the easier it would be for both of them.

As he moved into place, he spread Alfred’s legs as far apart as he could, watching Alfred for his reaction. Once he was happy with his and Alfred’s positions, he sat back a little, holding the other’s hips in his hands.

“I’m going to… okay?” he gulped, blushing ever-so-slightly with either lust or embarrassment. Nonetheless, his fingers brushed over Alfred’s erection one last time before finding his own. He slowly began to push inside of him.

Alfred was more than happy to press another quick kiss to the other's lips as he smiled a bit to the other. The American soon laid down on the bed, letting out a soft breath as he sprawled out a bit on the bed itself. He just took a few deep breaths, just awaiting for the moment that well...that they will finally do the deed.

Admittedly, it hadn't been all that long since they got together but it already felt like forever. Maybe they were just that horny but he didn't know. All he knew right now was that he wanted Arthur inside of him....badly. Alfred soon tried to completely relax his body though his breath was quick and nervous. Yet who was to blame him? This was going to be his first time. He was losing a part of his 'virginity' here. After this, he wouldn't be innocent in any way anymore when it came to more sexual situations.

Alfred just nodded, smiling up at Arthur as his own cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Admittedly, he was expecting a lot of things but he certainly wasn't expecting to be stretched this much.

"O-Oh fuck...!" He gasped out in surprised, breath quick as he tried to adjust himself around the other. He swallowed thickly before giving a small smile. "I-I'm fine Arthur...keep going.." He whispered, focusing on just keeping himself calmed.

Arthur cringed as Alfred swore. He was hurting him. Despite the encouragement, there was a sinking feeling in his stomach as he eased himself further inside of the American. It felt really, really good. One of his palms lay flat against his stomach, rubbing in small circles in what was supposed to be a soothing manner.

“Relax, darling.” The hand on his hip gave a gentle squeeze of encouragement as he was finally seated up to the hilt inside of Alfred. He shivered violently for a moment, having to hold back so not to pound the living daylight out of Alfred. He leaned down, elbows and forearms on the bed whilst his hands gripped his sides. His stomach was lightly touching the other’s cock. Arthur was still inside of Alfred, waiting to be given the okay to start moving.

He kissed his jaw, and his chin, and his nose and his lips. He let out a small groan before he silenced himself and simply gazed down at his lover. He quietly searched for something, anything in Alfred’s eyes. He wanted to know that he wasn’t just being lied to and that he genuinely wasn’t hurting him to the point that it was unbearable.

“Okay?” he murmured, asking.

Alfred really didn't mean to swear but the initial intrusion definitely took him by surprise. It was definitely painful and there was an unpleasant burn to it all but he kept on going. He knew that it would feel better or at least he could hope that would be the case. It wasn't all that unbearable yet, especially since Arthur managed to take such good care of him and made sure to stretch him out as much as he could and placed gracious amounts of lubrication on as well. Alfred just let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as he allowed his body to be relaxed as the other rubbed in small circles.

He felt so full and he could feel the heat throb deep inside his body. It was so different from just fingers. Despite it hurting, he could feel a sense of satisfaction from it. The fact that he finally had Arthur inside of him...and that he was hopefully making the other feel good with his tight heat. That alone was enough for Alfred.

The assistant simply leant against the kisses against his jaw, chin, nose and lips, his muscles relaxing around the other before he finally opened his eyes again to gaze back into Arthur's own. He just smiled at the other encouragingly, his eyes showing determination and affection.

"Yeah, go for it, Arthur." He whispered out as the burn started to slowly fade from him.

Arthur gave yet another smile and raised a hand, taking off Alfred’s glasses at last. He placed them carefully to the side. He’d wanted for the other to be able to see everything he’d done and remember it (not only for the chance to learn how to do it, but to remember the experience). He pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before rolling his hips back and then forward again.

He shivered, building up a gentle and easy pace. It had been a long time since Arthur had ‘made love’ to anyone, which meant that he was taking extra care not to be too rough without even considering the fact that this was Alfred’s first experience of anal sex. He let out a pleasured sigh, settling his head in the crook of Alfred’s neck where he kissed and nipped tenderly as he got into the swing of the rhythm that he was setting.

“Oh Alfred… mmmm,” he groaned against his skin, voice low and guttural. “You’re absolutely perfect,” he mumbled the last bit, to the point where it was barely audible. He might be a soppy bastard in the throes of passion, but that didn’t mean that he wanted Alfred to know how he felt about him. He didn’t want to give his ego too much of a boost.

Alfred lifted his head up a bit so the other could more easily take off his glasses before taking in a few more deep breaths. It was definitely different and admittedly, it was starting to make him uncomfortable with just Arthur staying still. He wanted some friction, no matter how much it hurt. It was just a craving deep inside of him that he really couldn't stop.

The American assistant groaned softly as Arthur built up a gentle, spending most of his effort simply trying to adjust to the other and get used to it. He wanted to make this feel wonderful for the both of them. Alfred was very appreciative by Arthur's attempts to go gentle with him though and though it took a minute or two, the painful burn was starting to subside.

He couldn't help but smile at the other as he slowly began to move his hips back against the thrusts, just experimenting with all of it. "A-Ahh....! Arthur..." He gasped out as he felt that throbbing heat move in and out of him. Admittedly, Alfred couldn't really hear what the other said though he was a bit curious, but he decided not to ask what he said. Instead, Alfred focused more on just the feelings deep inside him right now.

"F-Faster...!" He moaned lowly, wanting to feel more of that wonderful, amazing friction.

“So eager,” Arthur chuckled but he obliged nonetheless, speeding up his thrusts but only to a rate that he felt was acceptable. He didn’t want to hurt him, after all. His hips rocked back and forth, just thrusting shallowly for the time being. His breathing became much heavier and he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations.

Before he lost himself too much, he slid a hand down Alfred’s torso to his cock, which he gripped in his hand and slowly began to stroke, building up to be in time with his thrusts. He couldn’t help but moan at the way that Alfred moved his hips back against him; it felt so good.

He was glad that he hadn’t had too much to drink when they were Swing dancing. He wanted to remember this and cherish it. It was almost like a re-do of what their first sexual encounter should have been like. He wanted to learn Alfred’s body, every dip and curve, every hair and freckle on his body.

They had barely started and Arthur could already feel his stomach twisting as he restrained himself from tipping over the edge.

Alfred just gasped a bit as Arthur thrusted quickly and shallowly into his body and while he certainly felt like he could take more, this was supposed to be a pleasurable experience. It was still rather painful but the burn was now gone though he still had yet to feel a lot of pleasure from it. Most of his pleasure was derived from having the other fill him like this, feeling that throbbing heat deep inside of him and fuck...it just felt amazing in that respect. Though it still hurt slightly whenever the other thrusted.

The American simply rocked his hips back against each thrust, panting and gasping as he body wracked in pleasure. To feel his cock being stroked helped take his mind off of the pain. Fortunately enough, Arthur wasn't drunk so they could both remember this and not regret it. Hopefully.

Finally he felt that ridge being thrusted against again and Alfred moaned loudly, eyes widening a bit at that. "O-Oh fuck!" He groaned, squirming a bit. "Nnnn! T-There again!" He encourage, mind blown with just how fucking amazing that felt right then.

"Fuck, Arthur...! F-Fuck..." He cussed as he tried to position himself to hit that spot again. Oh God...

Arthur inhaled sharply as Alfred moved vigorously beneath him, wiggling to have (what Arthur assumed was) his prostate hit again. Angling his hips how he had done previously, he hoped that he’d hit it again. The way that Alfred yelled his name. ‘Arther’. It was simply delicious. He’d never thought much of American accents before he met Alfred – although, perhaps it wasn’t the way he spoke that was so arousing, but merely because it was Alfred?

“My darling,” he groaned, speeding up the strokes to his cock, squeezing and tugging at its length as he continued to move his hips against him. “You’re so hot,” he breathed, his accent thick with intensity. “So beautiful… ah,” he closed his eyes before he shifted slightly, using one arm to hold up his torso so that he could see Alfred’s face.

“Alfred…”

He could only hope that he was making this pleasurable for his partner. It had been a long time since he’d had sex, admittedly but he knew that it wasn’t an excuse for being a selfish lover. His hips began to slow, ensuring to continue to angle his hips just-so, his thrusts much firmer than they had been before. Despite the decrease of pace, he stopped being quite as gentle.

“Is this good? Does it hurt?” he asked quietly, checking.

Alfred's whole face was hot with pleasure as the other continued on thrusting into him and fuck...he just wanted to be hit in that spot again! It was killing him not to have that pleasure jolt through the length of his whole body just yet. When Arthur managed to hit that spot deep inside of him again, Alfred let out another loud moan of encouragement. "Nnn! Fuck! Arthur! Yes!" He hissed, panting and gasping for air.

"More, dammit!" He cursed under his breath, clutching one of Arthur's arms tightly with a firm grasp as the other fist clenched tightly at the sheets beneath him. He loved hearing Arthur's thick accent and not to mention that he absolutely adored English accents before...just hearing Arthur like this. Fuck...it was so damned arousing. Alfred reddened a bit in embarrassment though he held Arthur close to him, moaning and panting in pleasure as he encouraged the other.

"Arthur...!" He gasped again and honestly, he wasn't expecting that the feeling of his prostate getting hit to be actually this good. Admittedly, he felt like the selfish lover and to make it up for the other, he squeezed his muscles around the other man.

"I-It feels good, Arthur." He whispered out and though he still felt a bit of pain, the pleasure by far outmatched the pain.

The shouts coming from Alfred were definitely encouraging, but also a little un-nerving. What if Arthur couldn’t live up to the expectations? He ducked his head down, kissing at Alfred’s chest languidly as he continued to move both his hand and his hips.

“Good,” he mumbled against his flesh. He hadn’t expected Alfred’s muscles to contract around him and let out a louder noise (like a pleasured squeak) than he might normally allow himself to. He loved how Alfred was clinging to him, calling his name over and over. He wondered fleetingly if any other name would sound as good upon the boy’s lips. He came to the conclusion that no. ‘Arther’ was far too melodic for Alfred to ever stop crying out.

God, he sounded like an egotistical prat.

He moved his hips in a circular motion once, twice and then returned to thrusting as deeply as he could, aiming for Alfred’s prostate with every movement. The hand on Alfred’s cock sped up. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to peaking but he was determined to get Alfred to climax before himself, for the sake of satisfying the other.

“Alfred…”

Alfred continued on gasping softly as Arthur kissed his chest and admittedly, Arthur was definitely living up to his expectations and passing them. He had a worry that it wouldn't feel as good as he wanted it to be but so far, it was proving to feel absolutely amazing. Though unfortunately enough, he didn't have way too much sexual stamina and already he could feel himself near his release.

So the younger man just held onto Arthur tightly, as if he was his last lifeline and he let wave after wave of pleasure rush through his whole body. "Mmm! Arthur..!" He moaned loudly and honestly, he couldn't be any softer. He was a screamer in bed and Arthur was bringing the worst of it out of him with how he was thrusting so wonderfully into him. He knew it was going to be painful when they were done but for right now, he didn't give a damn.

No matter how much longer he wanted to last, Alfred could feel his prostate being continuously hit (damn, Arthur had amazing control over his hips and wonderful aim) and his cock being stroked with such talented hands. It didn't take more than one more minute before he finally climaxed into Arthur's hand with a loud yell, calling the other's name and his body shook in absolute pleasure as he rid the orgasm.

"Nnn! Arthur!"

Arthur continued to stroke Alfred, milking him of all of his seed. His kisses moved to his neck and collarbone, hips picking up their pace again as he tried to bring himself over the edge. He knew that staying inside Alfred longer than he needed to would only have negative effects.

He could feel it building inside of him. He was so close. So, so close. He made sure to keep his eyes open, gazing down at the American beneath him. He looked stunning beneath him; cheeks flushed, lips parted, shivering. It was enough to make him orgasm with a shout.

His entire body shook as he enjoyed the sensations. It had been a painfully long time since he’d had penetrative sex. He’d missed it so much. This feeling, it was like being high. It was just… awesome, for lack of a better way of describing it. He moaned loudly and slumped against Alfred a little. He looked at Alfred’s face again, panting heavily.

A slow, tired but sultry smile appeared on Arthur’s face as he raised his cum-covered hand to his face and licked it off, making sure that Alfred could see as he did it. When he was done, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss to Alfred’s lips.

“Oh darling…”

Alfred just panted heavily as he was milked of his seed, squirming a bit as the other continued on thrusting in him though he made certain to squeeze tightly around the other so he could help bring him to his climax. Alfred shook a bit when the other orgasmed and he simply smiled up at the other though he was still panting softly.

It had been quite a while since he last did something like this with someone and he had never been in this position before now. Though he didn't regret doing it with Arthur. In fact, he was glad that he got to share this with him...even if they possibly may not stay with each other, at least there was the reassurance that his first time was with a man who had been gentle and lovely to him.

He couldn't help but redden horribly though when he saw that slow, tired but sultry smile on his face and he started to lick off his cum. He knew he shouldn't have been so embarrassed considering that they had just finished sex but still, he couldn't help but be flustered! Swallowing thickly, Alfred soon leant up to press back against the quick kiss before wrapping his arms around the other.

"Mm...Arthur..." It seemed obvious that Alfred really enjoyed himself.

Arthur chuckled softly as he saw Alfred blushing. He knew that he couldn’t get too comfortable. He’d have to pull out of his lover and dispose of the condom. He really didn’t want to move. It was so comfortable being atop of the American, still inside of him. But he could feel himself becoming flaccid and he didn’t want the condom to fall off. Slowly, he began to pull out of Alfred, taking great care not to move too quickly.

He exhaled slowly, finally having eased himself out completely. He always felt spectacularly awkward at this bit. He knew that Alfred was going to be watching him, no matter how much he didn’t want him to be. He removed the condom, tied it off and reluctantly climbed off of the bed. He leaned over Alfred and pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning to go to the bathroom.

“I’ll be back,” he promised with a smile.

The Brit was quick to dispose of the condom and washed his hands, removing the lasting stickyness that was there. He returned within a minute, back in the bedroom again. And there was Alfred. How had Arthur managed to ever get something like that in his bed? Lord knew.

He headed towards the bed and considered putting on his underwear again but decided that he couldn’t be bothered to search for it; he’d spare Alfred the sight of him bent over. In Arthur’s opinion, it was a sight the boy could do without. He slipped into bed, beneath the covers.

“Hello,” Arthur breathed.

As much as Alfred wanted that warmth to keep on filling him up and to have his lover inside of him (as embarrassing as it was to admit), he knew that the other was starting to soft in him and that it would become a necessity for Arthur to pull himself out. That would have been a rather unfortunate situation in any other case. The American let out a soft groan as the other pulled out of him but he was much too lazy to actually move, though at least he wasn't all that sore yet. Though he knew that he would be much more sore later. It seemed inevitable considering that he was a virgin in such a respect before tonight.

While Alfred knew that there was no worry about getting pregnant or the like, he still hadn't been with Arthur enough and one of them could possibly hold an STD or something along those lines. He didn't want to go through the troubles of fixing that if he could help it.

Alfred just smiled a bit to himself as Arthur finally stood up and headed towards the bathroom. He just simply waited for his boyfriend to come back before smiling even more as the other finally slipped back under the covers with him. He couldn't help but wonder how he managed to get Arthur in bed with him, especially since he could have probably done a lot better than him. He was much too inexperienced and not only that, but he was just a mere assistant compared to Arthur's position of power within the company.

Though in the end, he knew that it didn't matter all that much considering that they weren't here for business gains but rather for a personal satisfaction. Alfred had always been a rather clingy man so it really was no surprise when he wrapped his arms around the other man, holding him close to his body as he pressed their foreheads lightly together.

"Hey there." He responded back, smile still on his lips.

Arthur felt himself being pulled across the mattress and into Alfred’s arms. He hesitated a little but placed his hands on the other’s skin again; one hand on Alfred’s chest and the other on his shoulder, feeling the muscles there. He leaned forwards just a bit and pecked the American’s cheek.

“You did so well,” he said quietly. “Really well. I’m so proud of you,” his voice got a little quieter as his eyelids started to flutter open and then closed. He felt exhausted after all of that exertion. He moved a leg ad tangled it with Alfred’s, enjoying the warm being radiated from him. Before he could help himself, he yawned. “Next time, I’ll show you what it’s like on the other side, poppet…”

Arthur rested his head on the closest pillow he could find, seeing as his head had been hovering over the gap between the two on his bed. Once he was comfortable, his eyes slid shut. His fingers, which traced small and delicate patterns on to Alfred’s shoulder (and the other could feel the steady beat of Alfred’s heart), were the only sign that he was still awake.

Alfred was rather glad that the other wasn't struggling against his hold as he held him closer to his body. At the very least, that was good enough for him. He had a fascination with cuddling (even he would admit that considering how much of a hands on person he was) and it was nice to be able to hold Arthur as he was quickly starting to begin to sleep.

The American just smiled a bit at that, leaning against the touches against his skin and dammit, it just felt much too nice for his own good. He simply yawned softly, rubbing his eyes before he finally closed them and just enjoyed the warmth that was between the both of them and just the overall satisfaction of the situation. Dammit, he felt really, really good. Especially when he was just here, cuddling with his lover and not caring about anything else around them.

"Really?" He questions, cheeks a bit red a that though he soon took a breath. "...I'm glad. You made it really nice." He whispered as he tangled his leg back with Arthur's own. Alfred just lazily nodded at the other's 'promise', already anticipating it though right now, he just wanted to sleep.

Alfred lightly caressed the other's back and as the moments passed, his caresses started to slow until his fingers were barely moving along the other's back. He was quickly starting to fall asleep with each passing second, content with the night.

Arthur opened his mouth as though he might say something else but quickly changed his mind. He exhaled slowly got more and more comfortable and was soon asleep, breathing lightly in his sleep.

It was just him and Alfred. There was no one else in the world. Forget the world. All that mattered was Alfred lying with him, peaceful and beautiful and everything Arthur had ever dreamed of. He never wanted to have to move. He wanted to stay under the covers with Alfred forever. Perhaps they could spend all of the next day in bed…? But then Arthur would never get the washing up done, or wash the sheets. It would be awkward if they rolled around on soiled sheets all day.

Soon enough, Arthur was disturbed by the morning light coming in through his window. He had moved in the night, now lying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. When he looked to his side, he blearily tried to focus on the beauty that was Alfred. He looked so serene beside him – something that he rarely looked on a day to day basis. The American always seemed to be rushing from place to place.

Carefully, Arthur slipped out of bed and grabbed his dressing gown from his wardrobe. He suppressed a yawn as he left the room to make coffee.

It was barely five minutes later when he returned with coffee for Alfred and tea for himself. He placed the coffee on the bedside table closest to the American, under the assumption that the smell might wake him. He didn’t have the heart to disturb him. He went back to his side of the bed where he made himself comfortable, leaning back against the headboard with his mug of tea in hand.

Alfred was absolutely content in the bed with Arthur as they both started to fall asleep and all he could really ever focus on was the other's warmth as they both drifted off. It was truly a wonderful thing, to be able to feel this warmth against him and just to be this satisfied. It should have been illegal but it didn't seem as if this was the case. Thankfully. If only they could stay under the covers for much, much longer though he knew that the other would probably not want to just stay in bed all day.

After all, who would really want to do that with soiled sheets? They could always clean the sheets but at the same time, it would have ruined the mood. Ah well.

It was the wonderful scent of coffee which roused Alfred from his sleep that morning and while it was still a bit too early for his own tastes, he was more than glad to wake up and be greeted with the sight of coffee. Alfred soon sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes and looking around for Arthur, smiling a bit to himself that the other was there, leaning back against the headboard. It seemed as if he had made himself tea...so the coffee must have been for him. Considering that Arthur wasn't all that fond of coffee either.

"Mm...morning." He yawned as he grabbed the coffee, letting the sheets fall down his body a bit as he stretched his bare body, much too lazy to actually change at the moment. He soon took a sip. ...It wasn't the greatest coffee but it wasn't horrible either. In fact, Alfred was certain that with a few times of drinking this, he could get used to the taste though he preferred much more sugar and creamer in it.

His hair was messy but he seemed extremely content with the morning as he soon leant over to press a light kiss against Arthur's lips. "How long have you been awake?" He murmured softly as he pulled away and took another sip of the coffee.

Arthur watched his lover as he stirred, slightly amused as his green eyes were met with that of pale blue. It seemed that his coffee technique had worked. He took a triumphant sip from his tea.

“Good morning,” he replied softly, returning the kiss despite the lingering smell of tea, coffee and the morning in their breath. He was still in such a sleep-filled haze that he didn’t even bother to try to hide that he was smiling. “Not too long. Only about ten minutes or so,” he said with a shrug, taking another drink from his tea as he enjoyed the steam rising off of it, heating up his hands and face. It was pleasant.

“How do you feel?” the way that the covers had slid down and pooled around Alfred’s hips had not gone un-noticed by Arthur. He was silently admiring the American over the rim of his mug before realising that it was probably quite a creepy thing for him to be doing. “Sore?” he guessed. From what he could remember, the day after had sometimes been more uncomfortable than the actual sex. He couldn’t remember for the life of him what his first time had been like though; other than the fact he’d been extremely drunk, he couldn’t remember anything.

He could only hope that the American wasn’t in to much pain and that, of course, he didn’t regret it.

Alfred usually didn't wake up easily though when it came to food and the scent of coffee, it seemed almost like a sure way to actually wake him up. He didn't really care about the morning breath or the mixture of tea and coffee in the kiss and instead, he seemed to be rather content. Though he would definitely have to brush his teeth right afterwards, no matter how lazy he was during the mornings. He couldn't help but feel some relief as the other had mentioned that he hadn't been awake for too long. At least that was good. He didn't feel bad now considering that he hadn't been asleep for much longer than Arthur.

He couldn't help but feel a small flush rise up in his cheeks as he noticed the other admiring him or at least gazing at him. He couldn't help but wonder what the other thought of him. The night before, it was much too dark to see his bare body and it seemed to be the case for both of the times they slept with each other. Alfred just smiled a bit and stretched out a bit. "Mm, I'm still feeling pretty nice." He murmured as he yawned again, finishing up his coffee.

"Just a bit sore but nothing too bad." He reassured. He had worse muscle pains from exercising than this sore though it was certainly in a more uncomfortable place. He would be able to handle it though. It wasn't as if he couldn't walk or anything. Alfred paused for a moment before he hummed a bit.

"Last night was really nice." He murmured softly, staring down at the empty mug.

The lack of variation on the word ‘nice’ left Arthur feeling a little uncomfortable. Either it meant that Alfred was still so mind-blown that he couldn’t string together complex sentences or (and more likely), he had been so bored and unimpressed that he’d hated every minute of it. Nice could mean numerous things, after all. It was like a kind way of saying ‘that was shit’. He tried to avoid tensing up and just nodded.

“Nice, eh…?” he took a long drink of his tea, ignoring the slight burning he had in his throat as a result. “Yes. It was nice. Wonderful, actually… for me, anyway.” He stared down into the mug, having noticed the fact that Alfred had caught him looking at him.

Alfred was so lovely to look at. Pecs, toned abdominal muscles, strong biceps, an angular jaw and a smile to die for. He was like one of the movie stars that Arthur had seen in the magazines, except without the paparazzi (unless Ludwig counted) and the secret love life (like - ) – hang on a moment…

“Swing dancing was much more difficult than I thought it would be,” Arthur purged the thoughts from his head, including the splendour of Alfred’s golden skin.

Alfred was never really all that good with his words and this early in the morning, he couldn't really think of any variations to the word nice. Though if he was more awake and more clear minded, he would have been able to add in much better adjectives than just nice. He didn't know that it would make the other uncomfortable though. It was far from boring and all the like. He was extremely impressed, especially with how much he was screaming the night before.

Hopefully the neighbours weren't too disturbed with the sound of their sex. Alfred smiled at that and he laughed. "Better than nice and wonderful. Can't really put it in words, you know?" He said with a small laugh as he stretched out a bit. He found Arthur a much better sight to look at though he was rather disappointed with the other's dressing gown, which covered up his figure. The figure he wanted to see better in the morning light.

Alfred raised his eyebrows and laughed, mirthful and amused. "Hey, it takes some skill!" He mused. "But it was still fun, right?" He asked, feeling a bit more awake now though more than ready to lay down on the bed and fall back asleep if the opportunity was given to him.