Just a little warning. I may increase the update time from 5 days to a week. There's a lot of stuff going down in my life at the moment and Usagi stays busy with a lot of homework and what not, so RPing is not as quick as it was at the beginning of the school year. But there's no need to worry. This won't effect how much we put out. It just gives us a little more time to get ahead on things.
Warning: Slight smut.
It was yet another sweltering summer day, though thankfully an early evening breeze was blowing gently through the sunflower field Alfred was working in. It had been a very long and tense five days in the Braginsky manor since the aphrodisiac episode. Alfred continued his distant and guarded attitude towards Ivan. He ignored the lord unless he was addressed, in which case he'd just keep his replies short and leave no room for further conversation. He avoided Ivan whenever possible, even going as far as to start walking in the opposite direction he was headed if he saw the large man coming down the hall. He rejected and resisted against all of Ivan's advances once more, more or less returning to his behavior before the big hallway fight. Though throughout all his resistance and constant rejection of Ivan's affections, the other seemed determined to butter up Alfred again. He still gave the young slave surprise kisses, even when every time he did Alfred would jerk his head away and glare at him. Ivan still continued to gently touch Alfred even though Alfred would shy away, and it was seriously getting on Alfred's nerves. Didn't Ivan understand he wasn't going to be tricked again with his nice guy routine and be taken advantage of once his guard dropped?
It was getting more and more difficult to hold down the lid on his emotions the more time he spent with Ivan. Though Alfred wasn't the only one affected by all this. Even Alfred could sense the frustration Ivan was building every time Alfred rejected him. He sometimes morbidly wondered when Ivan would snap and either punish him or just force sex on Alfred.
Just has his thoughts were starting to take another turn for the worse, Alfred looked up at the sky and took a deep breath as he admired the way the setting sun gave a golden hue to everything. Just then he heard a familiar voice calling out to him, a grin quickly spreading on his face at the friendly voice. "Hey kid! Come out from in that sickeningly cheerful sea of yellow! I need to tell you something!" Alfred just laughed at Gilbert's comment on the sunflowers as he made his way to the edge of the field, carrying the watering tin he'd been using to water the field. He eventually made it to where the albino was waiting at the foot of the field, whistling a soft tune with his hands in his military coat pockets. Honestly, he'd never understand how Ivan and Gilbert could stand wearing coats and cloaks in the middle of summer.
Giving his recently made friend a wave, he asked. "Hey Gil! Whatcha need me for?" Gilbert just motioned for Alfred to follow him, as he began walking towards the manor.
Once he saw the golden blonde following him, Gilbert explained nonchalantly. "Ah, the boss needs us to help get the giant chandelier down so some servants can clean it. West is also helping out. Ivan just sent me to get you." Gilbert watched from the corner of his eyes as the blonde's expression darkened with a grimace at the lord's name. Heaving a sigh, the red eyed general gave Alfred a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, knowing what lengths he went to avoid the asshole of a lord.
Despite his displeasure at having to interact with the current bane of his existence, Alfred asked with reluctant curiosity. "...Why does the chandelier need to be cleaned?"
Gilbert shrugged in response, "I honestly don't know, though going based off of previous experiences, I'd say someone must be coming to visit soon. I'd assume it'd be his sisters since he hasn't threatened everyone to be on their best behavior for some important lord or something. He'll tell us who it is later though." Alfred looked a bit surprised at that, wondering what his sisters were like. Though in response Alfred just gave a hum in understanding before they both lapsed into silence as they entered the manor. It didn't long before they were at their usual banter of who was awesomer then who as they made their way down the halls to the foyer.
Ivan, who was already in the foyer, observed Ludwig as he climbed the ladder up to the chandelier. All the servants were working extra hard today, shining the manor down and making it pretty much spotless for its upcoming visitors. July was coming fast, and that meant Ivan's sisters and Matthew would be visiting soon. Ivan smiled at the thought. Since the beginning of the war and Lord Winter's assassination, Ivan had sent his sisters away for extra protection. Until the war was over, he only allowed them to visit a couple times a year. The late summer ball was one of the times they were allowed to visit. Ivan also enjoyed having Matthew's company. He had been skeptical of the other whenever his older sister had told him about the quiet and barely noticeable blonde, but he saw that Matthew was a good person. He was also someone Ivan could trust to take care of Katyusha. Though, he made sure to threaten the other and assure him that if anything happened to Katyusha, he'd have Matthew's head on a plate. Ivan said it all in good nature, but the threat was real. However, he doubted that the other would let anything happen to Katyusha regardless. The quiet noble was head over heels for his sister.
Mind now on the subject of people who interest him, Ivan found his thoughts drifting back to Alfred. Alfred, who had been avoiding him since their night of sex. Alfred, who had been curt and cold towards him for the past five days. Ivan's annoyance at the situation continued to grow with the passing time. He was nothing but sweet and kind towards the other and gentle as could be. And yet, Alfred still gave him the cold shoulder, refusing to meet Ivan's gaze or even being the same room as him if Alfred could help it. The more Ivan's mind floated back to the night of the aphrodisiac scene, the more his want for Alfred grew. His sexual appetite was beginning to get the best of him. Sure, he could call Toris in anytime to help alleviate some of the burning lust he felt. But it wouldn't last for long, because Ivan didn't want Toris. He didn't want anyone but Alfred. He didn't want to touch anyone else but Alfred. He didn't want to hear anyone else other than Alfred.
As if on cue, the sunshine blonde and Gilbert walked into the foyer, laughing at each other over what Ivan assumed was a joke. He felt jealousy rear its ugly head, biting into him and making resentment towards the albino general well up. Ivan forced it down though, knowing that it would be senseless to take his jealousy out on Gilbert. Gilbert wasn't the one making Alfred act so distant and cold towards Ivan. However, that didn't mean that Ivan wasn't envious of the smiles and laughter the albino could bring from Alfred.
Forcing a smile onto his face, Ivan greeted the two young men. "Ah, hello Alfred. Thank you for fetching him Gilbert. Now," Ivan clasped his hands together, looking up at Ludwig, he was busy securing the rope around the chandelier and through the hook currently attached to the ceiling. "Ludwig is almost ready to take down the chandelier. Alfred, why don't you go notify the servants that the chandelier is almost down? It will need to be cleaned as soon as possible."
Alfred just kept his face neutral and nodded, "Got it." The golden blonde was about to turn to do just that when he felt Gilbert stop him in half a turn by clamping his hand down on Alfred's shoulder. With the usual cheeky grin he wore, Gilbert suggested, "Hey, how about I go with him? It'll go faster if both of us split up to rally up some servants!" Gilbert honestly just didn't want to stay in a room with only Ivan, Ludwig, and himself. He knew himself well enough that he'd get in a little verbal fight with Ivan since the two only got along well enough to work together and he really didn't feel like receiving another lecture from his younger brother about talking back to superiors. Besides, he knew Alfred wouldn't mind him tagging along and it would get the job done faster.
Ivan felt the need to protest building up inside him, but he also didn't want to deal with Gilbert's mouth. So he grit his teeth and allowed the albino to take off with Alfred once more.
Gilbert and Alfred did as they said, splitting off into multiple directions and notifying the servants that the chandelier was almost down. A small few were free of jobs and were able to help right away. Most of the servants however were busy as work with tidying up the mansion. After they had alerted the workers about the chandelier, Gilbert and Alfred met up again in one of the central halls. Gilbert had made it back before Alfred and decided to use his position to gloat to the other. "Woooow, you're really fucking slow today. I've been waiting here forever. What kept you so long?" Gilbert smirked, knowing he was pressing Alfred's buttons. He loved rousing the other. Alfred was hilarious whenever he was genuinely fired up about something.
Alfred scoffed and playfully punched Gilbert's shoulder. With a smug little grin on his face, Alfred set forth a challenge for the equally competitive albino. "Please, I could win any race against you if I wanted to!"
Gilbert's scarlet eyes only glittered in glee at the challenge, completely ready to meet it. With a haughty laugh he declared, "Ha! You're on kid. First one from here to the other side of the foyer wins! Just don't go crying too Iv-Toris when I win." Gilbert was about to say Ivan, but he knew how testy of a subject that was for the young slave currently. And though Gilbert may act like a jerk at times, he wasn't a complete asshole and didn't want to ruin their fun or Alfred's mood.
Luckily Alfred didn't seem to catch his little slip up and only snorted, rolling his blue eyes as he jabbed back. "Yeah, so long as you promise not to go sulking off to your little brother when I beat you!" Alfred let out a snicker of his own at Gilbert's scowl in return. Placing one foot a good half step in front of his other foot, Alfred tensed his muscles, ready to spring into a sprint down the wide and short hallway to the foyer. Gilbert copied his stance and started off the countdown with wide smirk, "Ready..." Alfred continued with, "Get set..." Then they both shouted in anticipation at the same time, "GO!" And with that, they were racing down the hall, both playfully pushing each other since they were neck and neck.
They ran into the foyer opening, where Ludwig had just started lowering the chandelier while Ivan stood with his back to the racing men as he supervised. He did however turn is head in confusion as the sound of boots hitting the floor filled the room. He caught sight of Gilbert and Alfred racing towards them and shoving each other slightly to gain a lead. He was just about to yell at them to stop horsing around when they ran right past the Lord.
As they passed Ludwig's ladder, disaster struck. Alfred had shoved Gilbert a little too hard, causing the albino to stumble slightly to the side and grab the ladder Ludwig was balancing on, jostling it enough to cause the man to let go of the rope he had been lowering the chandelier with to try and steady himself as the ladder shook. What happened next almost seemed to happen in slow motion. Alfred had just stopped to see if Gilbert was alright when he heard someone give loud cry of his name in terror. Looking up Alfred only had a couple seconds to register the giant glass chandelier he'd apparently stopped under now plummeting down towards him. Blue eyes widened in panic as he made a leap off to the side, landing off to the side on his stomach and just barely missing being crushed by the large chandelier. After the impossibly loud and ear splitting sound of the glass colliding with hard tiled floor and shattering, there was deathly silence.
Ivan could feel his heart throbbing hard in his chest. His breathing was quick, terror still registering like ice in his veins. He stared at Alfred, who was propped up on his side and looking at the shattered chandelier with a bewildered expression. Ivan held his hand to his chest, still feeling the throbbing beat of his heart. Slowly though, Ivan's fear and panic slowly melted into anger and frustration at Alfred's childish behavior. Even though Gilbert was just as guilty as the blonde, Ivan's frustrations at the moment were directed at Alfred. The idiot had almost been crushed, for god's sake! All because he'd been acting foolish and childish, he'd almost lost his life! Ivan's expression narrowed into a cold one and he spoke the blonde's name in a steely tone. "Alfred." The tone of his voice apparently caught the blonde's expression, and his icy violet eyes made contact with Alfred's warm and shocked blue ones. Ivan held his hand out, curling his index finger in and commanded the blonde with silent and strong authority to come to him.
Ludwig had just scrambled off the ladder and made his way over to Alfred, checking if the nearly killed blonde was alright along with Gilbert who had only been a few feet away from Alfred when they heard Ivan speak. Gilbert and Ludwig knew that tone. It was a tone Ivan used when he was very pissed off and someone was about to be seriously punished. They both hoped nothing too bad would happen to the young blonde, considering he had just barely escaped with his life.
Alfred held back an intimidated shudder at the cold and sharp tone Ivan used, gulping a bit as he slowly nodded his head and hoisted himself up shakily from the ground. The near death experience had shaken him up more than he cared to admit. As Alfred walked over slowly towards the stiff and angry looking lord, he eyed him with wary eyes. When he was about a foot away he began to apologize, "Look, I'm sorry. I'll try and find a way to pay it off-" Ivan cut him off by making a silencing motion with his hands, shutting his eyes and looking like he was taking a deep and calming breath. When they finally opened his violet eyes looked like they were taking in deep consideration about something as he eyed the tensed and slightly fidgeting slave. Really, the only thing keeping Alfred quiet about being cut off was the fact he figured listening to the lord was probably a smart idea, if not just to keep from enraging the large man more. Neither noticed, but some nearby servants as well as Francis and Toris who happened to be close by were standing frozen around the scene, the tension between Alfred and Ivan thicker than ever.
Ivan lowered his hand to his side, clenching his fingers tightly to restrain his growing annoyance. Alfred was trying to apologize for almost breaking the chandelier, as if he hadn't almost lost his life and it was grating on Ivan's nerves. Did he not realize how close he had come to being crushed? Ivan ran his tongue over his teeth, contemplating what he should do at the moment. Alfred obviously didn't know the severity of the situation. Ivan would have to be the one to make him realize how foolish he'd been acting. So, with the same steely gaze and dangerous edge to his features, Ivan grabbed Alfred slowly, calmly, yet strongly by the arm. "With me. Now." The command was simple and rigid, and Alfred understood it right away. Ivan began walking up the stairs with the young slave, ignoring the shocked and slightly worried glances being thrown in Alfred's direction.
The boy needed to be punished properly, and Ivan wasn't the type to let things like that slip. He'd teach Alfred a lesson about endangering himself like that again. Ivan would make sure he'd never have to feel that heart wrenching and blood freezing feeling ever again.
Alfred bit his lip as he was lead up the stairs and down various hallways. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't terrified about what Ivan might do to him. He was sure it'd be along the lines of the severe punishments Toris warned him about. He'd take whatever was coming to him in stride though. Rather it be a beating or even rape, Alfred would try and keep his composure. He'd done what he could, hell he'd tried apologizing for the chandelier because surely that's what Ivan had been so angry about, right? It's not like the man cared if he'd nearly been killed or severally injured, other than it'd have been a waste of his money to have bought Alfred. As he realized that Ivan was leading them to his chambers, he gulped and resigned himself to his fate.
Finally making it to his room, Ivan threw opened the door, his grip having slid from the top of Alfred's arm to his wrist. He pulled the other into the room before slamming the door loudly. It shook a couple of the paintings and decorations hanging on the wall. By now, he could hear Alfred's breathing accelerating, coming in loud huffs as panic overtook the blonde. Yanking the other to his bed, Ivan sat down and pulled the blonde into his lap. He roughly fisted a handful of Alfred's golden hair and jerked him closer, Ivan's lips hovering just above the blonde's ear. "Now, for your punishment." The larger man growled, his accent thick and voice threatening. He could feel Alfred trying to pull away from him, uncomfortable from the close proximity. Ivan tugged a bit on Alfred's hair, earning a small whimper and a halt in his movements. "Fight back against me, and your punishment will only double." Pulling Alfred back slightly, he quickly grabbed the blonde and flipped him over longitudinally on his lap. Alfred let out a surprised yelp at the sudden change in position, his arms trying to find leverage on Ivan's clothes and the bed sheets. The platinum haired lord pushed Alfred's tunic up and swiftly pulled his leggings down. Alfred's bare and plush bottom was exposed to him – perfectly tanned and unmarred. Ivan brought his hand back and brought it down on the tanned flesh, a loud smack resonating throughout the room, causing Alfred to cry out in shocked pain. "Naughty boys deserve to be spanked for destroying the house." Ivan muttered out roughly, enjoying the sound of Alfred's voice. He brought his hand down again, another smack resonating in the room along with another cry from Alfred. Although Ivan may have been using the chandelier as a reason for his frustrations, deep down he knew that his frustration was stemming from the fact that Alfred had been almost fatally injured or even killed by his stupid actions. It felt absolutely wonderful to be able to both take out his frustrations and feel the blonde's skin against his again. Even if it was only his hand smacking Alfred's ass like a misbehaving child.
Alfred felt another cry rip from his throat as Ivan's large hand came down once again on his bottom, his cheeks jiggling a bit from the force of the strike. Alfred hasn't had a whooping since he was twelve years old! Alfred's cheeks burned in indignation as another harsh strike was delivered to his ass. However, to Alfred's horror after the initial yelp of pain he gave, another sound, a low moan, slipped out too as he felt his cock twitch against Ivan's lap as the sharp sting of the slap turned into a pleasant burning sensation. There was a short pause in the barrage of slaps to his rear after the lord heard the low moan. It wasn't long however that yet another slap was given only this time a bit more experimentally. Alfred's grip on the bed sheets and Ivan's pants tightened as a louder moan was drawn out after another short cry at the sharp spank. Alfred's cock twitched once more and the sunshine blonde even raised his ass slightly higher as the sting again settled into a warm, and pleasant burning. Alfred's cheeks turned brighter in confused embarrassment as he questioned what the hell was happening.
Blinking a bit at the confusing revelation, Ivan experimentally brought his hand down on Alfred's ass again. To his delight, he heard the cry of pain slip into a low moan as the pain from his slap dissipated. Ivan's confused look soon melted into a devious smirk as he continued spanking Alfred, bringing his down on the blonde's ass repeatedly and making his skin glow a bright, warm red. He saw Alfred raise his ass higher, his free and now hard cock brushing against Ivan's lap. Ivan stopped for a moment to rub at the reddened skin of Alfred's ass, working out the small pinpricks of pain into a slow wave of heat. "Ah, you like being spanked, hm? How cute." Ivan squeezed a reddened cheek, drawing out an embarrassed moan from Alfred. He snaked his hand between Alfred's slightly parted legs, stroking the blonde's hard cock teasingly. "You really do get off on this, don't you? My, what a dirty boy. So attractive~" Ivan all but purred, his accent thick with his earlier frustration and current state of arousal. Wrapping an arm around Alfred's waist, Ivan maneuvered him around and pushed him onto his back on the edge of the bed. Alfred's legs dangled off the edge and Ivan allowed himself to sink between them, kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. He pushed Alfred's legs apart, eyeing his engorged member with a certain hunger. Licking his lips, the lord leaned for and took the head of it into his mouth, running his tongue over the slit and teasing Alfred with a series of soft licks. The blonde's reaction was instantaneous, a string of moans spilling from him at the attention to his arousal.
Alfred was panting as he got harder and harder at every slap delivered to his reddening bottom, the sharp sting making him hiss and cry out in pain only for him to moan or whimper in pleasure as burn settled. He raised his hips higher and gave Ivan a better target, his arousal building even as his cheeks burned in confusion and embarrassment over his apparent excitement. Alfred didn't know if he felt relief or disappointment when the spanking stopped. He didn't have time to decide though as the same hand that had been smacking his ass started rubbing and massaging the abused and heated flesh. The initial sting of the tender flesh being touched soon turning into a wave of heat that made him moan a bit and press into Ivan's hand. At Ivan's dirty words, his cock twitched in arousal until it was encompassed by Ivan's hand, giving him long and teasing stokes that caused Alfred to moan in pleasure despite the embarrassed tone. Alfred felt the hand stop stroking him to curl around his waist, flipping and positioning him to lay on his back on the soft cover of the bed, his legs hanging off the edge.
Alfred was just hoisting himself up on his elbows when Ivan sank down in front of him, kneeling on the floor as he spread Alfred's legs with hungry violet eyes. Before Alfred could protest the action Ivan's warm mouth took in Alfred's red – almost as red as his bottom - and aching member around his tip, licking teasingly and dipping his tongue into the slit. This brought forth a long moan from Alfred's throat, his hips twitching slightly in a little buck. Alfred was torn mentally. On one hand he didn't want this to happen, but on the other hand though, Ivan's tongue felt absolutely wonderful on his straining cock.
The platinum haired lord felt the blonde slave buck a bit, forcing his cock to slide farther into his mouth. If it had been anyone else, it probably would have grated on Ivan's nerves. But the lord eagerly swallowed down more of Alfred's cock, letting his tongue slide along the underside and lick along the veins as Alfred's throbbing cock was pressed deeper into his mouth. Ivan could feel Alfred's legs threatening to close on him, so he pressed his hands against the blonde's thighs and pushed them apart, holding them down on the bed. He caressed the tanned skin of his thighs, reveling in the texture and rigidness of them. They were soft in some places, but also had hard muscles in others. Ivan kept his sucking to a slow pace, slowly bobbing his head and swallowing up Alfred's swollen cock. He felt salty precum beading at the tip and pulled off, only to lap at the head and clean it off with his tongue. All the while, Alfred was a moaning and panting mess beneath him, legs slightly quivering and fingers pulling at the bed sheets.
Alfred didn't want this. At the same time though, he just couldn't gather up his will to stop this fast enough before a wave of pleasure would wash over him and scatter his thoughts like bits of paper being thrown in the air and blown by the wind. As Ivan gave long licks up his shaft, tracing veins on the underside, Alfred's breath would hitch and release into a low moan or soft whine when the lord would take him in completely again and suck at a tantalizing and slow pace. As the pleasure mounted, precum started to bead, and Alfred felt his quivering thighs begin to close on instinct, Ivan's soft and large hands gently, but firmly pressed his legs apart again. As Ivan began caressing his thighs and rubbing them with his thumbs Alfred let out a sweet little mewl at the comforting and pleasant touches. Alfred was so unused to these kinds of intimate and sensual touches and sensations (Hey, his own hand could only give him so much experience during those awkward early and mid-teen years!) that they consumed him as pleasure coiled in his abdomen and tightened with every lick and suck to his weeping cock, as well as sweet and pleasant warmth that came with the soft rubbing and caressing of his thighs.
As Alfred's moans climbed in volume and pitch and his legs began quivering, Ivan lapped and sucked with more enthusiasm. He didn't want to give Alfred enough time to try and speak and possibly ruin the moment. Ivan wanted him writhing once again in pleasure, cumming with the lord's name on his lips. He wanted to show Alfred that he was the only one who could do this for him, no one else. The blonde was almost at completion, giving strained and loud moans as he got closer. Ivan sucked eagerly on the head of his cock, pumping the rest of it with his hand. Alfred gave a strangled moan, arching a bit off the bed as he released into the lord's mouth, filling it with warm, creamy cum. Ivan eagerly swallowed it all down, lapping any remains off of Alfred's cock and licking any beads of it off his lips. Leaning back on the floor a little, Ivan listened to Alfred's pants as they filled the room. Eventually, he pushed himself back up onto his knees and peered over the edge of the bed at the spent slave, eyeing him with silent adoration. Ivan hoisted himself up onto the bed, crawling a little over Alfred before placing his hand under the other's head and bringing him into a hot and wet kiss.
It didn't take long for the sucking and licking to push Alfred over the edge, his moans becoming high and louder as the pleasure mounted. Right as the tight coil of pleasure inside Alfred was about to burst, his breaths and moans became strained until the coil snapped. Letting out one final strangled moan as he reached completion, his grip on the sheets below him tightened and his toes curled in pleasure. Alfred threw his head back as he came into Ivan's mouth. He could feel the lord swallowing his essence down as his arms gave out on holding him up from his climax. Flopping down back on the bed, Alfred panted heavily as he rode out his high, feeling warm and sated. His mind was empty of all thoughts and Alfred was so wrapped up in the afterglow of his orgasm that he didn't notice the large lord hovering over him until the man climbed up on to the bed and crawled over Alfred. Cupping the back of the golden blonde's head, he brought his head up so he could give Alfred a hot and passionate kiss.
Alfred's mind was too scattered once more from post orgasmic bliss to really fight back against the kiss. He even gave in a little and opened his mouth for the other, allowing Ivan's tongue to slip in and once more explore every inch of his mouth. Reaching up to grip at the front of Ivan's soft tunic, Alfred let out soft moan in pleasure as his mouth was ravished.
Ivan was pleased whenever he felt Alfred kissing back, lips parting easily under his and allowing his tongue to dip into the blonde's mouth and taste him. He kissed Alfred long and passionately, trying his best to prolong their sweet little moment. It was funny, Ivan thought to himself. Alfred was stubborn and had an incredible amount of willpower under normal circumstances. However, as soon as physical pleasure was thrown into the equation, he just seemed to melt into Ivan's arms, letting the lord ravish his body as he pleased. Though, he was still cold and unwilling in any other situation. Ivan didn't mind though. He liked a little competition, and even though Alfred's behavior for the past couple days had been infuriating and annoying, it made moments like this so much better. Giving Alfred one last, soft kiss, Ivan pulled back a little, staring down at the blonde with a smug expression. Alfred's breathing was still a little erratic, his breaths easily audible and his eyes glazed over with the warm and comfy state of post-orgasmic bliss. Ivan brushed a few strands of blonde hair out of the other's eyes and then traced Alfred's jawline with his fingertips. The platinum haired lord smiled, his mind racing back to how this whole situation was brought about. "Well, that was definitely a very unorthodox type of punishment…but I think I like this outcome better." Ivan maneuvered himself off the bed, leaving the sated and tired blonde lying with his tunic still pushed up and his leggings still pulled down. He gave Alfred a quick look over, taking in the sight of his flushed and tan body still recovering from the effects of the afterglow. Saying nothing more, Ivan exited the room, leaving Alfred to think to himself. He hadn't fought hardly any throughout the entire event. He hadn't really even spoke out against Ivan. Maybe it was a sign that Alfred was beginning to warm up to him again? Ivan wasn't sure, but for now, he'd take it as a sign of progress.
Alfred laid there on the soft and comfortable bed, basking in the pleasant warmth residing in him from his post-orgasmic high even as the lord left. He didn't pay heed to Ivan's words or departure, mind still blissfully blank. Kicking off the leggings that were scrunched up around his shins, Alfred adjusted himself on the bed so he was rolled onto his stomach with the side of his head buried into one of the many pillows on the mattress. He didn't bother pulling the covers up, instead resting on top of them and enjoying the feel of the warm air against his flushed body and especially his burning bottom. Alfred soon drifted off into a light sleep, being both sated and tired from his punishment.