((Hey guys. Sorry for the long ass time that you waited for this. Sorry for the shitty quality))
It was bliss that followed. Matthew had always felt so invisible, so ignored. Had he ever thought he would feel this good his mind might have flitted to the thought of a penny whore. But instead it was his brothers lips that were clashing against his in a mix of tongue and teeth. Their noses were squished together awkwardly before Alfred had half a mind to fix it by tilting his head. Their lips fit together like a puzzle piece and the salvia was the glue.
Despite it being awkward and gross and so fucking hot Matthew felt he might melt, he remained a solid for the duration of the steamy make out until a hand unbuttoned his jeans and a groan of relief left his lips. He hadn't realized how tight they had been getting and now that he did even his boxers were a hinderance.
After a mix of sloppy kisses and reassuring words from the older, Matthew finally slipped out of the restraining fabric and worked clumsily on the others jeans that hugged his deliciously thick thighs. Alfred had a bit of chub to him but it was hidden well, his frame making him look stronger and taller than the soft skin underneath. But if you compared him to Matt, it was of no trouble, Mathews frame matching his twins with the subtle difference of being somewhat lankier.
His face tinted Crimson as the others confining pants were slipped off, and the blush spread to his ears as Alfred proceeded to strip the rest of the way down and motioned for Matt to follow suit. As the last bit of fabric hit the floor Mathew had fled back to shameville and he was the mayor. He stood at full mast as the other was only half hard. But Alfred gave a chuckle and stated how cute and perky the other looked, making matts blush spread to his shoulders as well. Alfred's hand went down, taking his halfhard member in one hand, and Matthews stiff one in the other and started rubbing. Slowly. Agonizingly slow that at one point Matthew felt he was dying and going to heaven. But when Alfred bent Matthew over and had him spread his legs for him, Matthew was nervous again. And that nervousness came back full force as a slick finger entered his hole, soothing words coming from his brother to relax, that it would get better.
And oh god it did, one finger became two and two became three and soon enough with pumping hands and a bucking Matt, he was moaning like a bitch in heat, begging for more friction as he supported himself against the wall.
Alfred didn't take that much longer to enter the other, starting out with slow thrusts but his own mind soon clouding with passion. So to make up for his now rough pounding thrusts he tugged at the sensitive curl again, a chant coming out of Matthews mouth as he moaned feverishly. 'Al, alfy, alf, Alfred' it became his mantra of sorts, singing it like a bird as his voice raised an octave as he spilt his seed onto the floor. When he closed tightly around the other Alfred pulled out. He knew better than to cum inside the other so instead came on his back. Matthew a panting mess. Who knew a curl could bring this much fun.
((Hey guys as I'm actually writing again, give me a ship suggestion and what you want to see with it. I might just do it. ))