Arthur blushed at Alfred words, and perverted smile, but Alfred only chuckled at the tired glare Arthur sent his way. He placed another kiss on Arthur's lips, and pulled the left strap of Arthur's bra back onto his shoulder.
"Stay here, I'll get something to clean this mess up with." He said with a bright smile, as he stood up.
Arthur watched him leave, feeling some of his energy coming back slowly. He lifted his head slightly, and looked at the so called 'mess' that he had created. He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips.
Arthur's rapid heartbeat was beginning to slow, and he was starting to gain back more of his energy, as well as some of his lust. Now that Alfred was home tons more things were possible.
He moaned, thinking again of all the things Al could and probably would do to him.
Alfred came back into the room carrying a roll of paper towels. He made his way over to Arthur, who still lay on the floor. Arthur watched every move that the blond made with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. He was well aware that his underwear was still around his knees.
Alfred positioned himself so that he had one foot on either side of Arthur's lower legs. He juggled the roll of the paper towels in his hands and smirked down at the smaller blond on the ground. "So which one should I clean up first: you, or the mirror?" He asked, amusement obvious in his voice.
It was then that Arthur realized the cum that had stained the mirror had also made quite a mess between his legs. He could feel its moisture drying on his thighs even without looking.
Moving swiftly, using his recently required energy, he drew his legs up to his chest, and pushed the black panties down to his ankles. Placing his feet back onto the ground, he locked his jade eyes with Alfred's sapphire ones, and spread his legs open, letting himself be on display for the man in front of him.
"Please clean me up first…" he mumbled loud enough for Alfred to hear, in a voice dripping with honey. He saw Al's eyes widen, and knew the man wouldn't even think of using the paper towels to clean him up. There were, after all, more sufficient items that can be used.
Arthur smirked slightly when the roll of paper towels hit the floor, and Alfred fell not very long after. His knees crashed with the ground harshly, but he paid them no mind. His eyes met with Arthur's again, and didn't break their gaze, even as his leaned his head down and slowly licked a path down Arthur's thigh.
Arthur moaned softly, and his eyes slipped closed. Alfred was amazing with his tongue, even if it was only his thigh that the man was licking, and not his cock. Knowing Alfred like Arthur did, he was guessing that Al was purposely cleaning everything else just to tease him. The man lived for his sexual torture after all, and the longer Al made Arthur wait for it the happier the blue eyed man was. Fucking bastard.
Alfred continued licking all along Arthur's thighs, enjoying the soft moans and gasps coming from beneath him. His cock throbbed with every noise and expression that he caught from the green eyed man. Arthur just knew the best ways to turn him on.
Licking away the last of the cum on Arthur's thighs, he ignored the mans semi-erect cock, and pulled back with a smirk.
Arthur's jade eyes snapped open at the lack of tongue on his thighs, and glared up at the man who had left him hanging.
Alfred's smirk grew. He picked up the forgotten roll of paper towels, and pointedly ignored Arthur
Arthur pouted, his bottom lip jetting out from underneath his top one, and he sat up. His glare intensified as Al slowly went about his business cleaning up the mess Arthur had made.
The cum had mostly dried on the reflective surface, leaving obscene streaks and marks. Alfred would have to come back over it with Windex or some other glass cleaner later.
Alfred stood up to clean the spots that had shot up farther, moving carefully as to not disturb the still erect cock in his jeans.
Arthur stood up behind him, glaring at Al's back, and pulled up the black underwear that had pooled around his ankles. Once they were settled onto his hips again, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist.
"Alfred, darling, must you clean that now?" he used the voice from earlier when he had asked Al to clean him first, and traced Alfred's abs through his thin shirt. Arthur leaned up and placed gentle kisses to the back of Al's neck.
Alfred's hand stilled on the mirror for a millisecond before it returned to scrubbing fiercely at the stubborn cum spots. "Well darling," He finally spoke, trying to ignore Arthur's semi-erect cock that was pressed against his left thigh. "If you hadn't made the mess in the first place…" He trailed off, his brain not functioning right, due to the blood rushing south.
"Oh but dear," Arthur cried, getting in between Alfred and the mirror. He wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck and pushed himself closer to the man, trying to act as sexy as possible. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he purred his face so close Alfred could feel his lips moving, without them actually touching. "a – and before I knew it I was already…." His eyes darkened with lust as he trailed off and crashed his lips against Alfred's.
All thought left Alfred's head as he dropped the paper towels, and wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist, pulling him closer. Arthur moaned into the kiss, tightened his grip on Alfred's shoulders and licked the other man's lips, asking for entrance. It was quickly granted.
Alfred moaned when their tongues touched, and a battle for dominance quickly took place. The muscles fought valiantly against each other, neither willing to submit to the other.
Arthur pulled back for air first, the back of his head resting again the cold glass of the mirror, and panted trying to get air back into his neglected lungs, his face flushed. Al immediately leaned down towards Arthur's exposed neck, and bit the skin harshly.
Arthur jerking back in surprise straightening his neck, and flinched away from his lover. He stared at Al incredulously. "What was that for?!" he cried, placing a hand protectively over the bit as if to shield it from another bite. It had felt rather good, but Alfred had never bitten him before… so it was more of a shock then anything.
Alfred only chuckled as Arthur's glare strengthened. "You know, I think I need to teach you how you're supposed to seduce someone while in women's clothes." Al said his eyes roaming over Arthur's body.
Arthur blushed from the look and stared at Alfred in confusion. "What?" He growled, suddenly pissed that Alfred was trying to tell him how something like this was done 'properly'. As if the bloody American even knew how drag was done!
Al ignored him. "You're first mistake was coming on to me with only a bra and panties on. Its drop dead sexy, yes. However, nothing excites a dominate male more then to slowly reveal his mates body by taking their clothes off." Al spoke in a matter-of-fact tone and gave a short nod at the end of his speech.
"You're a jackass you know that!" Arthur snapped. Here he was trying to be sexy for the younger, taller, male, and he was getting it thrown back in his face! He made to stomp off, but Alfred grabbed his arm before he could.
"Here Ill show you." Al continues, once again ignoring the shorter man. Alfred dragged said man over to the closet, and opened the faux wooden doors, revealing their closet of things in the sexual nature.
Arthur wasn't a big fan of this closet… But then again he wasn't much for kinks…. Other than the lingerie. But Alfred had suggested it, and it had sounded like a good idea at time.
There were two closets in the room. The first, and closest to the door, was used for storing regular clothes, that belonged to both men. And then the other held various things, like handcuffs, collars, leashes, cock rings, vibrators, and several outfits that Arthur wasn't sure if he was looking forward to trying on.
Alfred didn't let go of Arthur's wrist even when he bent down to pick up a brown paper sack off of one of the bottom shelves. He stood up and shoved the sack into Arthur's arms, finally letting go of his wrist.
"Here you go!" he chirped, and gave a wink.
"What is it?" Arthur asked, instantly curious. He peered into the bag, but colored tissues paper stopped him from seeing what it was.
Alfred chuckled. "It's an outfit. You'll find out what it is in a moment, so just go into the bathroom and try it on!" He commanded, giving Arthur a push towards the washroom.
"Okay…" Arthur complied, feeling a sense of impeding doom come over him. And it was all Alfred and the bags' fault…..
Okay what kind of outfit is in the bag? You pick!:
School girl outfit
Punk girl outfit
Pirate girl outfit
Maid outfit
or
other (any that I didn't mention and you want to see)
if you're wondering why they're all girl outfits, its cuz this thing is a cross dressing fic! So keep that in mind if you pick other please.
I didn't mean to take so long on this, nor to split it into 3 or so parts but oh well…
