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

Alfred hadn't really been expecting for himself to be licking Arthur's lips either but he did it and in all reality, he really didn't seem to regret it. Not in the slightest bit. The older man tasted wonderful and instead he wanted to savour more of Arthur's taste. He could feel happiness bloom inside of him as Arthur leant in to brush his lips against his own and he soon scooted closer so it was more comfortable.

"Gladly." He whispered back, voice equally soft (for once). It really did seem as if they were in their own world right then and there and it was just absolutely perfect. Nothing else that could disturb them. It was absolutely wonderful. He gazed and admired Arthur's features for just a bit longer before he finally leant in and kissed the other gently. He let his tongue slip across Arthur's lips but he didn't necessarily go into his mouth yet, instead lightly pressing against his lips and just tasting.

He reached up to lightly card his hand through his blonde locks, tilting his own head slightly.

The Brit moaned quietly before he could help himself and blushed. He waited for a while for Alfred to enjoy whatever he was doing to his lips – it made Arthur’s body tingle. He swallowed thickly, his own tongue flicking out to meet Alfred’s briefly before he moved forwards and ever-so-gently drew him into a deep kiss, opening his mouth up completely to his lover, for once allowing him to ‘take the lead’.

He did, however, wince a bit as Alfred’s hands came too close to his wound but carried on regardless. He slowly slid his arms around his waist and pulled him close. It felt like it had been an incredibly long time sine he’d kissed Alfred like this. He hadn’t done so since he’d made love to Alfred for the first time, had he? Apart from in the shower and lingering kisses every now and again. He dreaded to think about how long they had gone without touching one another. Arthur was not ready to live a sexless coupled-life.

“Alfred,” he murmured against his lover’s lips, merely for the sake of saying his name.

Alfred couldn't help but grin when he heard Arthur moan a bit though unfortunately enough for himself, he couldn't see the blush on the other's cheeks. Admittedly though, he was definitely enjoying the feel of Arthur's lips against himself and just about everything else in the kiss. Just to be able to taste Arthur and to feel their tongues press against each other, it was absolutely wonderful. He was more than glad to actually take the lead for once as he slipped his tongue into Arthur's mouth and let it roam around and just fully savour the taste of him.

Noticing the slight wince from Arthur as his hands came a bit too close to the wound, he made certain to pull his hand away from that area and instead gripped a different part of the hair instead. He was more than glad to be pulled closer to Arthur and dammit...it's been much too long since they had last done this. He didn't want to be a sexless couple either, especially just because he was still new with a man. In fact, he wanted the exact opposite of it but the work life was just always so busy and Alfred was still rather shy despite their first time.

He couldn't believe that he actually went for weeks without these lovely snogging sessions between the both of them. He smiles a bit to himself when he heard Arthur say his name and he decided to let out a shuddered breath, returning the favour. "Mm...Arthur..."

The Briton merely tried to be more inviting, his head tilting slightly to one side to allow Alfred to deepen the kiss more easily. It was at times like these that Alfred’s glasses really got in the way. Arthur wanted closer, closer but he couldn’t get any damn closer without poking his eyes out on the lenses. He decided to himself that if it got anymore steamy, he would take it upon himself to remove Al’s glasses for him.

He made a quiet sound, showing his appreciation for both Alfred moving his hand from his head and for him saying his name just so beautifully. Arthur breathed in the words that Alfred uttered, devoured them as his arms wrapped around the American fully, pulling them to be chest-to-chest. His fingers kneaded his skin gently, enticing him to open up more and to be more adventurous. He was very aware of how inexperienced and shy Alfred still was but he wanted to help him overcome it. Offering himself clearly was the way to do it.

“Bloody sexy bastard,” he mumbled.

Alfred was definitely appreciative of Arthur helping him deepen the kiss and he soon trailed his hand down so he could lightly cup his cheek as he continued on kissing him. He found that his own glasses were getting in the way (as they always seemed to do and another reason why he was contemplating getting contact lenses instead) and so he soon pulled away so he could tug his own glasses off. Putting it on the coffee table, he soon returned back to kissing Arthur gratefully.

He was definitely appreciative of Arthur and having him here with him right now. It was just...absolutely wonderful. He really couldn't think up of any other words to describe how much he loved having Arthur around him and being able to do this with him. Soon he pressed chest-to-chest with Arthur, wrapping his arms around his waist as he moaned softly into the kiss, enjoying the kneading from Arthur's skilled fingers. Alfred was admittedly very inexperienced and shy but he wasn't completely so. He was just still a bit nervous with doing it with a man.

It was still a new experience for him. He soon pulled away from the kiss, laughing softly at the words. "Nah, I think that just sexy works." He teased before he began to trail kisses along his jawline.

Arthur watched him hazily as he removed his glasses, admiring the way that the blue of his eyes only seemed to become more prominent. He adored the beautiful sky-blue colour of Alfred’s eyes. They were so childlike, so innocent.

He continued to massage Alfred’s back and shoulders, fingers moving skilfully through the fabric of his shirt. He let out a shaky but pleasured sigh as his jaw began to be kissed at, letting out a quiet sound of satisfaction at the gentle but pleasing kisses. He leaned his head backwards slightly to expose both his neck and his jaw to Alfred so that he would have no trouble getting to his skin to continue spoiling him with such affections.

“Hmm?” he chuckled breathily. “I won’t disagree…” he wasn’t about to say it again, after all.

Alfred's eyes were definitely much more bright when he took off his glasses and at times, he really wondered if glasses did fit him. There were many people who liked him with glasses and then there were others who preferred him without. All in all, it was extremely confusing but he decided that this wasn't so bad as it was right now. He loved Arthur's own eyes because green was such a rarity. After all, it was only in two percent of the world's population and to think that he had a person from that two percent with the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen...he could stare at them forever.

He leant into the touches on his shoulders and back, most definitely enjoying the feeling of those fingers digging into his muscle and relaxing him. He continued on kissing along his jawline though before he trailed the kisses down along his neck and to his collarbone. He soon began to lick and suck and nip teasingly, enjoying Arthur's taste on his tongue.

"Mm...you taste so good." He whispered out against the skin.

Arthur didn’t necessarily prefer him without glasses – he just liked what was underneath the glasses; Alfred. He felt that Alfred looked a lot older with his glasses on, which made him feel like less of a cradle-robber than when he didn’t have his glasses on. But those eyes, they made him want to melt. Pale blue eyes; simply beautiful on Alfred.

He gasped a little as Alfred began to pay attention to his collarbone, of all places. He breathed out in amusement, a genuine smile forming on his face (not that Alfred would be able to see it from his position). One of his hands progressed further up to tangle into his golden locks, holding him close.

“Good to know,” he mused before shifting to press a small kiss to the top of his head. He moved yet again to lick at the shell of his ear, breathing hot air on to his skin.

Alfred knew that he looked quite a bit older with the glasses on though he never really though of Arthur as a cradle robber or at least thinking of such things. Honestly, he was an adult now and he didn't look all that young! At the youngest, he looked nineteen without his glasses on and that wasn't even so bad! Okay, so maybe for a man of Arthur's age, it might be bad but he in reality, he was only a few years younger than him. After all, they were working together in a professional setting if anything.

Alfred continued on nipping and sucking at Arthur's collarbone, knowing that the suit would cover it tomorrow. He really didn't have to worry about anyone else seeing it unless Arthur decided to go out drinking a bit too much (though he usually did that on Fridays if he remembered correctly). So he really didn't hesitate in starting to make marks on the pale skin beneath his lips, taking in his scent as he was held close.

He couldn't suppress a shiver when Arthur licked at the shell of his ear, moaning softly.

Arthur wasn’t so bothered by the age difference, it was only two years or so – but Alfred just looked so damn young without his glasses.

He was more than happy for Alfred to leave marks, so long as they were below where the collar of his shirt would sit. He didn’t want to have to lie to colleagues and he would be accused of faking his illness. He heard the moan and smirked, nipping gently at his earlobe. Arthur felt as though he was a desirable object, for once. He was being ravished. It was usually Arthur doing the ravishing. It felt nice for a change, to see that his over-active sex drive was reciprocated.

Like in the cinema all those weeks ago, Arthur moved to straddle Alfred’s legs, instantly finding it easier to move and touch his lover. He ran his fingers through his hair, enjoying its softness before his hands fell to Alfred’s shoulders to steady himself.

Alfred really wasn't bothered by the age difference either unless he was under eighteen but fortunately enough, he wasn't younger than eighteen. They were both grown men and he appreciated that at least.

Fortunately enough, Arthur didn't really seem to be arguing against him leaving marks so he graciously left a good number of them. He really didn't even care if they ached a bit for Arthur later because in the heat of the moment, all he knew was that he wanted to bite and suck at that skin. He couldn't help but shiver though as his earlobe was nipped and he soon began to trail his hands along his front, enjoying the other's muscles under the shirt. It really was a change but it was a change that Alfred was definitely not arguing against. He loved hearing and seeing Arthur's reactions.

Soon enough, Arthur was on his legs, straddling him and he didn't hesitate in pulling him even closer, ravishing his neck with a bit more aggression as his hands slipped underneath his lover's shirt and began to brush along the nipples underneath. He just wanted to feel and return the over-active sex drive that Arthur always seemed to be showing him.

Arthur keened a little at a particularly aggressive bite and sagged against Alfred, his breathing picking up in pace. He sucked in a sharp breath as Alfred’s hands run up underneath his shirt and began to touch his nipples – a place that had always been particularly sensitive for him. He shivered as though he was cold (which, obviously, was not the case at all). He wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, so that he could still devour him without much difficulty. Before he could help himself, he rocked forwards slightly, his hips bucking involuntarily.

He realised that he was getting a bit ahead of himself and began to busy himself by murmuring dirty words that he would never usually have the gall to say into Alfred’s ear, urging him on. Teasingly, he licked along the side of his neck, slow and languid to prove his point before returning to breathe hotly on to his ear again, still whispering.

“Mmm,” he moaned.

Alfred grinned against Arthur's skin as he continued on sucking and nipping. Soon enough he pulled his lips away, gazing at his work and seeing the hickeys already darkening. Damn, he was good at this. At least no one else would be able to see though he may of had a bit of a sick desire for others to actually see it. For people to know that Arthur was taken but he knew that Arthur wouldn't necessarily enjoy being found out, especially after he had just missed work.

Gasping when he felt Arthur rock himself against his hips, Alfred was more than glad to return the action. They were getting a bit ahead of themselves but he really couldn't bring himself to care. Not when he had a bit of the dominance this time around. Yet Arthur was still feisty even when he was in control of the situation. It was actually rather nice.

Hearing the dirty words being whispered into his ear, the American shivered slightly, being driven on by each dirty word murmured. "Mm...tell me...what do you want, you dirty thing?" He asked and normally he wasn't dirty but with Arthur whispering such words in his ears, he really couldn't help himself. Was Arthur well enough? Could he do this? Those were questions that lingered in the back of his mind despite his smirk.

Arthur laughed darkly at what Alfred said, rolling his hips downwards again, meeting Alfred’s. He looked at his boyfriend, eyes half-lidded as he nipped his chin gently with a smirk. He quite liked being called that, although he wouldn’t admit it. It wasn’t very gentlemanly to like dirty bed talk. He briefly decided that perhaps he should be a little more tender about this than he had been the last time that he’d demanded it. He didn’t want Alfred to still be sore about it all.

He pressed a kiss to his lips before answering in a low voice, “You to fuck me.” He almost cringed, belatedly wondering if he should have asked Alfred to ‘make love to him’ instead? He’d said that he wanted it to be special, didn’t he? He kissed him again quickly, “You have the kit, right?” He meant lubrication and condoms, of course but he sugar-coated it for the sake of not embarrassing his partner.

“I want you,” he said, voice still no louder than a rasping breath.

Alfred was admittedly a man who absolutely adored dirty talking. He really didn't want to admit it because it was extremely embarrassing to say it, especially for a man such as himself who seemed to always be about innocence and sunshines but just the way that Arthur was whispering into his ears at times just really, really turned him on. He couldn't help himself. Arthur was damn sexy when he was murmuring dirty things, dirty promises and a wonderful, wonderful night ahead. He really didn't even care about the tenderness at the moment (though that was always appreciated) and in the throes of passion, he just wanted to give into carnal pleasure.

Grinning a bit at that, not all that bothered by Arthur's choice of words, he returned the kiss before thinking about where the kit was. He did want it to be special but he knew that when the time came, it would be special for him. It was still special, as long as Arthur remembered it the night afterwards and he had his full consent. Nothing with the influence of alcohol. He soon nodded. "Yeah, the kit is in the nightstand in the bedroom." He murmured. He had taken it upon himself to buy some a few weeks ago after their first time with each other and he just stashed it in his nightstand just in case.

Alfred could feel his stomach do flips at the low words and he could feel desire spike. "...Oh God..." He whispered, hearing how much he needed Arthur as well.

Arthur licked his lips obscenely whilst he was sure that Alfred was watching. He slid back off of Alfred’s legs and stood up, gesturing for Alfred to follow him. They would, of course, have to bless every surface in Alfred’s flat some day but for now, a bed would suffice. It had been a long time since Arthur had bottomed. He could remember loving it but he’d have to make a mental note to guide Alfred as to what to do.

Once in the bedroom, he was quick to strip himself of his t-shirt, folding it neatly for later debate if it needed washing. He clambered on to the bed, on his knees and waited for him, a small smirk on his face. He was nervous, he couldn’t deny it but there were also sharp sparks of excitement rushing through him. He was looking forward to being dominated (something he would never, ever tell Alfred for fear of it being used as blackmail of some sort).

Alfred definitely saw the obscene gesture with Arthur licking his lips obscenely and he would be lying if he said that it didn't send pleasurable jolts through the length of his body. God...Arthur was just so sexy when he was like that. He would definitely love to have him against every surface of his flat one day but not now. Now he just wanted Arthur and Arthur alone, he really couldn't bring himself to care just where they were at. He didn't know how long it had been since Arthur had last bottomed but he now knew what it felt like, he knew to be careful though he also aware that it could feel good.

He had a bit of experience but never with a man in this position. Hopefully he wouldn't be a disappointment and he had to keep in mind that he would have to follow every single one of Arthur's words. He wanted to make it pleasurable for the both of them if they really did decide to go through with this. Though Arthur was seeming to be not at all nervous but maybe he just wasn't good at reading expressions during the throes of passion. Either that or Arthur was just really good at concealing his nervousness. Soon he followed Arthur into the bedroom, more than eager as he shut the door behind him. He knew that no one would walk in but he just felt that he should do it.

"You're so sexy, Arthur." He growled, desire in his voice as he started to unbutton his own shirt and jacket, letting the jacket slip down his body as he just kept his button up shirt on though unbuttoned. He soon climbed on the bed, eager and wanting.

“Glad that you think so, love,” Arthur purred in response, voice thick with lust as he watched Alfred’s clothes fall to the floor. He’d tidy that up later. He didn’t waste time to think about it and grabbed at Alfred, pulling him into a passionate kiss as he pulled him further back on to the bed. He fell backwards, taking his lover down with him and carded his fingers through his hair yet again, tugging gently to spur him on.

He arched up off of the bed, pressing himself up against Alfred through his smart trousers. Oh, how he just wanted to rip them off of him. Patience, patience, he reminded himself.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, breaking the kiss at last, his breathing laboured and heavy. “Alfred,” he moaned, growing impatient with the vast layers of clothes when his cock was becoming plump and more sensitive.

Alfred shivered a bit when he heard just how thick Arthur's voice was with lust and oh fuck...his desire was just building up and up with each of Arthur's actions. God...he wanted him so badly. Alfred smirked a bit though as he was pulled into a passionate kiss and soon onto the bed on top of Arthur. He was more than eager to press passionately into the kiss, just feeling their lips and tongues press against each other, more spurred by the gentle tugging of his hair.

For a while, the American just rolled their hips together, feeling himself grow impossibly hard just at the mere contact. "You look so good down there." He gasped, grinning a bit and showing his lovely white teeth, almost like a predator. He was hungry and he wanted to ravish all of the body below him. Soon he began to slow down his hip movement, reaching down instead to palm at his cock,

With a grin, Alfred soon got on his knees and went down on Arthur, unbuttoning his trousers for a moment before taking the zipper by his teeth and dragging it down slowly, relishing in the soft unzipping heard amongst their pants and the gentle creaks of the bed.

The Brit almost wanted to lick those ridiculously white teeth. He rocked his hips back against him, trying to get some friction. His prayers seemed to be answered as Alfred stopped to cup him. He gave a low moan, surprised by how quickly his body had reacted to all of the attention. But then again, he was always ready to jump into bed, always ready for Alfred to have and to need. Any time Alfred wanted it, he would provide (if convenient for him, of course). He’d started to have delicious thoughts of bending Alfred over his desk at work and pounding into him. The mere thought made his lips quirk upwards slightly.

He exhaled with a shudder, watching as Alfred descended down his body. He arched his hips upwards but quickly tried to control himself again, upon realising that he could knock out Alfred oh-so-pearly-white teeth.

“Jesus,” he gasped, sitting upwards a little to gaze lustfully down at Alfred as he worked on him. He looked wonderful. Better than wonderful – he looked sexy.

Alfred was more than glad to cup Arthur's balls, enjoying the reaction from his boyfriend as he did so. Fuck, this was making him much too needy, much too quickly. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if they continued on like this. He knew how willing Arthur was when it came to jumping into bed and Alfred was usually more than willing to try jumping in it with him. Arthur knew how to take care of him and so he never had to really worry much, which made him just more eager to jump in with him. In fact, he was starting to feel a bit more adventurous with his sexual desires and the thought of having sex on Arthur's desk...

Oh God...

Alfred was fortunate enough also that Arthur had good self control or else his lovely and beautiful white teeth would have been easily knocked out. Unzipping the zipper, he soon tugged Arthur's down low enough so he could see his boxers. Smirking a bit at the sight of Arthur's erection against the cloth, he was more than eager to lean down and start sucking at Arthur through the cloth.

Arthur wriggled a bit to help his trousers be pulled down. He licked his lips slowly, wetting them as his mouth felt extremely dry. Alfred’s mouth was hot and wet and total bliss. He refrained from making too much noise, instead choosing to tangle his fingers in his hair again, keeping his head down there. His head rolled slightly to one side, lips parted as he watched in anticipation, enjoying the gentle sucking.

He couldn’t even bring himself to feel anxious about being exposed to Alfred, not when he was doing such an activity with his mouth. Arthur, though, was still nervous about being penetrated after so long. He’d always liked to have much more aggressive, rough sex but he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to do it without hurting himself. His eyes slid shut, his lips pursing as he instead tried to focus on Alfred doing what he was.

“Ah…”

Alfred couldn't help but keep on staring up at Arthur, wanting to see every single one of his reactions. They were just too precious and he made certain that it burnt into his memory. Feeling Arthur's fingers tangle into his hair, he moaned softly and continued on sucking at the other through the cloth. He could feel the warmth of his cock against his lips and he couldn't help he desire. He soon pulled down his boxers, lightly reaching forward to slide his fingers along the erection, enjoying the warmth radiating into his hand. Oh God...

Tentatively, the American leant forward with a small smirk and licked at the head before looking back up at Arthur. "Tell me, how do you want it?" He asked, his voice low and rough as he continued on slowly stroking Arthur in his hands. He wanted to know how Arthur wanted it, what he wanted to do...especially since he was going to be the one on the bottom.

Arthur sighed slowly as he felt his cock be released from its confinements. He shivered slightly as felt the cold air but Alfred was soon there again, warming him up and setting his skin alight. He let out a small cry, his hips bucking upwards into the touch.

“Sorry,” he apologised quietly, unsure if he’d knocked his lover or not. He caressed his cheek slowly, fingers curling along his skins. He fell silent at the question and looked away; there was a flash of what could be described as fear that crossed his face before he managed to regain himself quickly and be as composed and repressed as usual (despite his erection). He whined as the strokes were slow on his cock. Too slow. Painfully slow. His muscles contracted and relaxed with each stroke.

“Alfre… hah… any way,” he mumbled. “Any way you want. Oh just… ah… please,” his eyes were soon shut tightly again. “Fuck me, please,” he panted, sweat forming on his brow.

Alfred wasn't hurt at all so he just disregarded the sorry with a quick shake of his head, implying that he wasn't hurt at all. Instead he pressed Arthur's hips gently down against the bed with one of his hands so there would be no chance of getting hurt with a buck of his hips. Though he definitely delighted in his lover's reactions and he just wanted to see more of it.

As he looked up, he couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw a quick and a bit unsettling expression on Arthur's face though it was definitely hard to tell what it was. Instead he just gave a small smile and sat back up, leaning forward to press a kiss against Arthur's lips before quickly pulling away and shuffling through the nightstand so he could find the lubrication and condom. Finally finding the unopened packages, he quickly opened up the lube and poured some on his fingers.

He knew how to go through with this. He wanted to make it feel good for Arthur and for him to be able to go his own pace. He soon quickened his strokes on Arthur's cock as he pressed his fingers against his boyfriend's entrance, circling them a bit but not pushing them in just yet.