The feeling of the ropes rubbing against his skin makes Arthur shiver with an unfamiliar feeling of anticipation. The black cloth currently being tied over his eyes does nothing to help this, and he finds himself feeling aroused within seconds of the knot being secured.
"Eager, aren't we?"
Oh that voice makes him even more excited. In all those months of dating he had never known Alfred was capable of sounding so wonderfully persuasive. He feels as if he would orgasm on spot if his lover told him too.
The thought brings him to half hardness, and earns a chuckle from the younger man. The brown-haired man takes it upon himself to bring Arthur to a full erection while he's distracted, a fairly simple task considering a few simple words whispered in the brit's ear elicit a whimper and a buck of his hips.
"Hmm hard already, Arthur? What a naughty boy."
Naughty, Arthur repeats to himself. His length begins to throb at the thought of the implications behind the word. Yes, he is a naughty boy. Naughty, naughty, naughty.
Alfred takes the blond's manhood into his hands, stroking up the shaft and teasing the head with feather-light touches. He soaks in Arthur's shameless moaning. His hand picks up speed as the blonde's length begins leaking precum.
With his free hand, Alfred starts to fondle the blond's balls, rolling them between his fingers and lightly squeezing them. His strokes become faster, harder, and fuller as Arthur's moaning increases in volume, the man straining against his bonds.
"Alfred!" the brit groans, his hips thrusting into his lover's hand wildly. "Alfred I'm-"
"Cumming?"
The simple sound of that word falling from the brown-haired man's lips is enough to send Arthur into the wonderful bliss known as orgasm. Or at least it would if Alfred wasn't holding the base of his manhood so tightly.
"A-Alfred?"
"I haven't given you permission, have I?" the younger man whispers in the brit's ear, kissing down to his neck and clipping a cock-ring onto the blond man's length. "Besides, we're not done yet."