Chapter 7
Alfred allowed himself this moment, loosing himself in the lips of the detective, giving access to the questing tongue, allowed those rough hands cup his neck to deepen their lip lock; pushed himself deeper into it, feeling the hard heated body next to him. He knew it wasn't uncommon for someone grieving to find solace in a strangers arm, the sorrow, the alcohol, and this sudden burst of passion fueled his need for numbness, a desperate requirement to anesthetize his pain, dull the hurt. The detective would do.
They grappled together, and there wasn't any romance only groping and tugging on cloth as they rolled the length of the bed, lips mashed together frantically, teeth clashing as tongues dueled. Both unable to taste one another's unique flavor, soured by the poisonous mix of scotch, and whiskey, neither cared. Devouring one another like it was some foreign delicacy, groaning against lips, and fingers tug silken hair, pulling and pushing.
Alfred gasped for air as the other man released his lips in favor of his neck, suckling and nipping; the detective was an aggressive beast, nearly growling above him devouring his Adams apple between forceful teeth. He only arched into it, needing it, giving access to those roaming pushy hands, hiking his shirt to feel the muscles of his back and slide down to manhandle his ass.
The man sat back, his chest heaving, taking in the strong masculine body below him, willing and wanting. He groaned in his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, "Get undressed." He rasped all the while undoing his belt. A shiver raced up his spine as Alfred slowly hauled up his shirt, and his fingers splayed over his chest, making a show of it. God, that man, was beautiful, he wasn't fair looking, nor did he look fragile. There wasn't any doubt; Alfred was as masculine as they came, powerful build, thick arched brows, and his eyes dark and stormy. It was unreal, not just a few minutes ago, he seen this man broken, vulnerable. He could see now how Ivan could love this man, he was breathtaking.
Alfred shimmied out of his bottoms, leaving him bare and exposed in all his glory, he reached up, hooking an arm behind the detective's neck, pulling him down to his lips. "Take away the hurt…" He rasped through clenched teeth, his breath hot against the detective's tongue, sucking in Alfred's words, deep into his lungs.
"Yesss." The detective hissed, taking Alfred's lips in another hungry kiss, sliding his hands over the naked flesh of Alfred's thighs, gripping them as he pulled the man's hips closer, their harden cocks meeting. He felt Alfred move in closer, hiking his hips higher to grind their cocks; he sucked in air through his clenched teeth, riding out their animalistic humping, wanting more.
Alfred growled, canting his hips faster, holding onto the detective's forearms, in a firm grip. "Do it, do it now."
Not one to wait, he soaked his hand with his own spit, the only thing readily available to him, lathering his cock, he paused. "You sure?"
Alfred eased back, letting his arms fall above his head, he stretched out, offering himself, submitting his body. "Yes…" He closed his eyes, body going lax under the firm hold on his hips, allowing the man to manipulate his body; use him. In his mind's eye he saw Ivan , felt his strong, calloused palms against his naked flesh, teasing him as he always enjoyed doing. He could hear his whispers against the hot flesh of his neck, could feel the breath under his ear.
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"I love you, Carr'." Ivan nuzzled his neck, much like a cat scenting its property.
"Thump-ter, please. Stop teasing me." Alfred nearly whined, pushing his hips up, searching for more contact.
Ivan snickered, rubbing those jerky hips. "Anything you want, love."
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Alfred sucked in a shocked gasp, biting down on his lower lip, throwing his head as the blunt tip of the detective's cock popped in, taking the air out of his lungs. He heard the man curse above him, pulling out. He groaned his dismay, grabbing at the detective. "No, don't stop, please." Alfred growled, pawing and pulling the detective, needing the copper to make him feel whole once again.
"Okay." Replied the copper, placing the tip of his cock at Alfred's ass, sliding the head up and down relaxing the twitchy hole. With light nudges, his cock was welcomed once again. He ground his teeth at the tight heat, shaken by the sensations.
Alfred lolled his head, loosing himself once again to the claiming of his body, groaning as the man above him opened his taunt body. Shaky hands carded through his hair, grasping it tightly as hips rolled and grind against him, pushing in deeper. Alfred's lips parted, releasing a gentle sigh as those hips pulled slowly out.
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The tongue slithered against his wrist, teeth scraping the bulging veins and tendons. "Carr', you taste so good." Ivan growled nipping his palm. "I could just eat you up."
Alfred snickers turned into a playful growl. "I won't stop you." He pushed the larger body down, using his strength to pin the larger. He leaned down, purring into Ivan 's ear. "Eat me all up."
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Alfred shouted in surprise when the detective slammed his hips, and his mind left in an overall white blank, his eyes sharpen as reality returned, "Do that again." He growled, "Screw me raw."
The detective rolled his head, sitting up on his knees; he pulled the willing body closer, pushing those hard muscular thighs to the sweat coated chest, giving him more room to thrust. His eyes glazed, his heart thumped loudly against his chest, soaking in the scents of sweat, and lust surrounding them feel the heat radiating off them both wrapping around them like a cocoon. He wanted to savor this very moment, remember the lusty body under him, the feel of the impatient hips canting against his pelvis, gently riding his cock, he wanted to bottle the treasure under him, lock him away, keep him.
Alfred growled. "Just fuck me already."
"As you wish." The detective smirked.
Alfred hiccupped on his moan, gasping, the cock fucking into him so deeply, so hard, almost too hard, too deep; just the way he needed it. His mind a blank, no memories, no emotions; nothing but the persistent pressure of the cock inside him, fucking him the way he needed it to; slam, slam, slam, in and out with urgency. The vulgar sound of wet skin slapping against one another filled the room, the detective's moans, or perhaps, his own moans echoed off the walls, it didn't matter whom they belong to.
Alfred felt the fire beginning to build, his balls drawled up, and his cock throbbed in warning, not yet he pleaded, he needed for this to go on forever, remain in this world where nothing matters. However, he knew he never be able to make this go on forever, especially when the man driving into him kept stimulating his prostate.
The detective huffed and panted, overexerted; he could feel his back burning, never had he done this to anyone, use such force, piston his hips with great speed and force like a machine. He watched in awe as the body under him took it and begged for more, nearly scaring him out of his wits. Although, he would be remiss to say he didn't love every damn thrust in and filthy slide out. Alfred's body was indescribable, nothing he'd ever experience before, but more than willing to try again, and again. Which got his mind wandering, what else Alfred could do? His stared at Alfred's sex swollen lips, and a shudder raced through him, biting it down; filthy unadulterated imagery assaulted him, depicting what Alfred could do with those lips of his. "I'm gonna…"
The detective words were cut off by the sudden strangulation of his blood engorged cock, Alfred's body locked as his cum jetted out. The detective couldn't breath as he watched, for the first time, another man reaching his climax, watched as the cum pooled, and slipped on heated skin. He growled as he fought against Alfred's clench, pushing through to reach his own end. Fucked the chokehold, making Alfred's abdomen convulse and the detective moan louder. He moved in closer to the body under him, resting his forehead against Alfred's, both sharing breaths and moans as the detective finally came deep inside, splashing his cum over Alfred's anal walls. He jerked through the heated euphoria waving through his body, holding onto Alfred as if he were a lifeboat in a stormy sea.
As all passed, and the seas calm, they both watched the other neither moving. Dark eyes rested against dark eyes until lips lightly touched, and a gentle chaste kiss shared. Alfred slightly pulled back, wetting his throbbing abused lips. "Thank you…" His brow furrowed, he felt foolish, sitting up on the bed he crawled to the drawer hunting for a cigarette, knowing there wasn't any there.
The detective only smiled, fixing the sheets, opening them in a welcoming gesture. "I won't leave, Alfred. Come, lay down and sleep."
Alfred took the offer, laying with his back to the detective's chest, a decent amount of distance between them. The grunt behind him was his only warning before an arm surrounded him and hauled him into a spoon.
The detective sighed, resting his head on top of Alfred's. "So, truly, you don't want to take over Ivan 's business? Not even a little?"
Alfred groaned, "No, not at all, not even a - teeny tiny - little."
He laughed. "Good to hear." He kissed the top of Alfred's dark hair; suddenly he raised himself on an elbow. "I don't want you to leave."
Alfred grunted. "Not much choice."
"Do you want to leave the city, Alfred?" He questioned as he nuzzled Alfred's damp neck.
"No, not really."
"Then don't. I'll protect you, and I'm sure given some time, they will realize you aren't taking over, they'll forget all about you."
Alfred cracked open an eye, "You'll protect me?" Alfred snickered, turning over into the man's chest. "I don't even know your name."
"Detective Kirkland." He winked.
Alfred scoffed, tiredly slapping Kirkland's chest. Kirkland moved in closer, his lips brushing against Alfred's ear as he whispered. "Arthur."
Alfred smiled, tugging on a lock of brown hair, his fingers dropped the strain in favor of tracing the strong squared jaw line. "Seems fitting, a brutish name for someone much like a brute."
"A brute you say." Arthur raised a brow.
Alfred yawned, the alcohol, grief and orgasmic sex all taking its toll on his weary body. "Arthur, you saw the crime scene…" Alfred bit his lip, eyes locked on a few twisted hairs on Arthur's chest. "What… How bad… was…" Alfred's voice was leaving him, and fear and uncertainty blanketed him. "How… was it quick?"
Arthur drawled Alfred closer, his large hand covering half of Alfred's face as he hushed the man in his arms, his lips by his ear as he gently rocked the worn man. "No. I'll never tell you about that Alfred. I'll never tell you what I saw there." He hushed him again before Alfred could protest. He held him until the body he held succumbed to sleep; easing back he took in the lax face, looking younger, sweeter. He kissed the sleeping man's temple. "You'll never know what happened there, dove. It's cruel; you shouldn't know."
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