Just the sound of those two words made Arthur want to grin and nod, to stretch out for Alfred to see and then kiss him as seductively as he could manage. Oh, he could pleasure him all right. He could pleasure him until Alfred forgot his own name. But that would come later, if they ever decided to make this something other than a one-night-stand. So, instead, Arthur nodded slowly, his gaze leaving the athlete's face and sliding down his muscular body. His first move was to settle himself against the larger teen so that he could roll and grind his hips in a gentle fashion as he started kissing Alfred's neck. A hand began stroking through his hair and he heard Alfred sigh quietly.

"Master…my strong, handsome Master…" he crooned, letting a hand slide down the American's torso and over the fabric of the jeans that, for some reason, still hung around the taller male's muscular frame. A second later he felt Alfred arch beneath him and smiled, his hand pressing lightly against a jean-clad groin. "Master is big," the green-eyed blond purred, letting his fingers spread and caress in a way that had Alfred tightening his grip on the chain.

"Are you teasing me, Arthur?" the bespectacled blond growled, eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

Immediately, Arthur lowered his gaze from the other teen's face and pulled his hand away. "No, Master, of course not."

"That's what I thought."

Arthur nodded before he dared to place a hesitant kiss on Alfred's throat. Lifting off the larger male, he set both hands to the task of tugging Alfred's jeans down off his hips. Their current position meant he only managed to move them a few inches, but that was all he needed. His next move was to curl his fingers around the waistband of the grey plaid boxers Alfred was wearing and pull them down—the chain attached to his collar was tugged and he looked up into blue eyes.

"Yes, Master?"

A smirk appeared on Alfred's handsome features and he pulled at the chain until Arthur leaned forward and their lips met in a kiss. It was gentler than Arthur would have expected, and he let his eyes fall shut as a hand slid down his back. Alfred's tongue brushed against his lips as the American tilted his head, and Arthur obediently opened his mouth as a quiet sigh escaped him. The hand on his back started rubbing at the dip of his spine as Alfred began to explore his mouth again.

With part of his focus on the way Alfred was kissing him, Arthur used the rest of his mind to continue his task of pleasuring the larger male. Still kissing submissively, he braced one hand on the bed by Alfred's ribs and started to palm the hardened mass between Alfred's legs. The larger male moaned softly, his chest rising as he arched. Arthur grinned against his Master's mouth and squeezed gently, letting his hand trace the shape behind those boxers. Like he'd said, Alfred was big, and he couldn't wait to see what the larger teen meant to do.

Slowly, Arthur broke the kiss and began nipping at Alfred's throat. He put just enough force into the action that it would leave small red marks on the other's tanned skin. It was the perfect opportunity to investigate the other's cologne—something dark and warm and sweet that made Arthur lick up to Alfred's ear before the Brit really knew what he was doing.

"Arthur…"

His name was sighed in his ear, putting a smile on his lips, and he hummed to fee l Alfred's hand sliding back to cup his rear.

"Master is so good to me," Arthur whispered before kissing just under the other ten's ear. "He treats me so well." More kisses trailed down Alfred's neck; the hand rubbed and squeezed patiently. "Even though I was bad, he lets me be close to him." To make his point, Arthur let his weight rest against the other boy and nuzzled Alfred's chest affectionately. A chuckle rumbled in the athlete's chest, tickling Arthur's ear, and he smiled before leaving a kiss over his Master's heart.

While Alfred continued to let his fingers tease the sensitive skin of Arthur's backside, the green-eyed musician left kisses trailing down his soon-to-be-lover's torso. All those days spent teasing the athlete, admiring him in silence and knowing the desire was mutual, and now here he was. Straddling Alfred Jones, practically naked with the blue-eyed blond in his bed. All those muscles were his to touch and taste. Finally.

Gentle fingers trailed down his sides and Alfred let himself smile a little. The sight of Arthur practically worshipping him was more than welcome, and he was definitely enjoying all those soft kisses. And seeing the punk in nothing but a little black thong that he could get rid of whenever he wanted? He couldn't have asked for a better way to spend his evening.

"Mm." He shifted when the kisses moved to his lower stomach, grip tightening on the chain in his hand. "Arthur."

Green eyes looked up at him; Arthur licked his lips in a way he knew had to be irresistible. "yes, Master?"

"Take my boxers off."

"Yes, Master."

He watched as Arthur sat up and started pulling at his clothes again, though this time he helped enough that the smaller blond managed to free his hips and upper thighs of his clothes. It was amusing to watch the punk try to be discreet in his examination of Alfred's newly exposed anatomy.

"You know what to do, Arthur," Alfred said quietly, giving the chain a gentle tug.

"Yes."

Carefully, Arthur moved back and leaned down to brush his lips against Alfred's thigh. This skin wasn't as golden as the rest of the athlete, but it wasn't pale, either.

He must tan.

The thought of Alfred lying naked in the sun was enough to make Arthur smirk But he didn't let himself get distracted—his Master was waiting.

Looking up to meet blue eyes, the tattooed teen slowly leaned down to ever so gently kiss the tip of Alfred's erection. He wanted to tease the other male so badly that it made his body ache a little. It would be easy. Pin his hips to the bed and torment him for what Alfred would think was hours. It would be so bloody easy.

At least, it would have been if there hadn't been a collar around his neck.

Instead of teasing like he wanted, Arthur settled his weight on his knees and braced his forearms on Alfred's hips. Gently, he stroked his fingers over the other teen's member and kissed the tip again. Fingers curled into his hair and he glanced up to find Alfred frowning down at him.

"Don't take too long, Artemis." The chain clinked softly as Alfred arranged it on his chest and stomach. "We have your punishment to look forward to, after all." He smired then, and gently used his grip on the golden blond's hair to force Arthur's head down. The smaller male was left with little choice but to open his mouth and accept the length Alfred obviously wanted him to focus on. He loosened his jaw and relaxed his throat in preparation but Alfred stopped pushing after he'd taken only the first couple of inches—less than half.

Arthur made a sound of protest and pulled against the larger male's grip until Alfred's fingers relaxed. In the next moment, he had the entirety of the athlete's member in his mouth and tickling the back of his throat.

"Good boy." It was all Alfred could think to say. Well, that was a lie. There were a lot of things he was thinking that he could have said, but that one was the most appropriate for the situation. But damn, Arthur had barely started to suck and it was good enough that he wanted to curse. Wow.

Letting his head rest against the wall, Alfred watched the collared teen through the slits of his eyelids. He couldn't keep them open any farther than that, not with the way Arthur was starting to bob his head.

"Fuuuuck," the bespectacled blond groaned, grip tightening in Arthur's hair for a moment at the sensation of that tongue stud rubbing against his length. Holy shit, the punk gave good head.

The sound Alfred had just made had Arthur smirking around the object in his mouth. He'd barely gotten started and the athlete was already enjoying it this much? Damn, he was better at this than he'd thought. But then, if Alfred had never had a stud on his cock before, then his reactions should be pretty strong. And oh but Arthur was going to enjoy that to the fullest extent.

Tilting his head, the Brit dragged his tongue up the side of his Master's erection so that the top ball of his stud slid against it and caught on the ridge of the head to tug just slightly. His fingers were busy rubbing and stroking around Alfred's base, and a moment later his tongue was occupied with the tip. There was a vein that demanded his attention—he teased it with his stud then nipped at it so Alfred would feel the rings in his lip and won a gasp from the larger male.

"Arthur." Alfred's tone was impatient and he tugged at the punk's hair a little. "Don't tease."

Ugh, no fun, but he supposed he would have chance to play around later, so for now Arthur nodded and obediently took the athlete's length into his mouth again. He sucked, head bobbing slowly as his tongue caressed and rubbed. The taste of what had to be Alfred's pre-cum joined in with the salty flavor of his skin, surprisingly sweet for a jock, which meant the blue-eyed blond had a sweet tooth.

Cute.

That taste also meant the athlete was starting to get close, so Arthur tilted his head and gently nipped the sensitive flesh in his grip.

"Ah…"

Fingers ran through his hair, threatening to grab and pull at any moment but gentle for now, and mumbled words fell from Alfred's parted lips as his breathing grew chaotic. Arthur splayed his hands over the larger male's hips and pushed slightly to hold himself up, shifting his weight to his stomach and spreading his legs until they rested on either side of Alfred's. It was a slutty way to position himself but he was a pet pleasuring his Master so slutty was exactly what he wanted to be.

"Fuck, Arthur…hng…"

That was Arthur's cue. Alfred's voice was strained and his hips were starting to shift under the golden-blond's body; the athlete was close. Deliberately sloppy, Arthur switched from sucking to licking, letting his spit coat the erection he'd been tending to so diligently. He let it brush against his lips and cheeks and breathed against it so Alfred could feel the heat. His snakebites and stud were used to the fullest extent, trailing against Alfred's sensitive flesh and rubbing in all the right spots. Without warning, Alfred's hand fisted in his hair and yanked, forcing the punk to deepthroat his length at the same time as his hips jolted up so that Arthur barely managed to avoid choking.

"Nng…" The slight pain of so suddenly having something in his throat made his eyes water a little. He wanted to protest, but the cock in his mouth prevented that, so he settled for doing what he knew Alfred wanted. His hands were set on the mattress beside his Master's hips and he breathed carefully through his nose.

Slowly then faster, he moved his head, similarly growing rougher with his tongue and adding in his teeth now as a little bit of payback for what Alfred had just done to him. Sure, he was the pet and Alfred was his Master, and he was supposed to be being punished, but that didn't mean the athlete could be abusive without Arthur retaliating in some way.

His revenge consisted of catching Alfred's length between his teeth and dragging them against the sensitive flesh.

"Shit!" Alfred tugged at his hair, head thrown back and eyes closed; his other hand was fisted in the blankets. "Arthur!"

He did it again, this time adding in the feeling of his stud and using it to tease the American's tip when he reached it. For a moment, he held nothing but the head of Alfred's erection caught between his lips as he tongued it. Then, just as suddenly as Alfred had yanked his hair before, he relaxed his jaw and throat and took the athlete as deep as he could, humming as he did so.

"Fuck!"

The grip on his hair was so tight it was painful and Alfred's hips bucked up, forcing Arthur to lift himself or be choked again. Alfred's spunk filled his mouth and he swallowed it after only a moment's hesitation, making sure to continue to suck and lick until Alfred finally finished. Slowly, the athlete's hand relaxed; his body fell limp against the bed and he let out a contented sigh.

Gently, Arthur removed the larger teen's length from his mouth then licked his lips to gather any traces of spit or pre-cum or spunk. Alfred's groin was a mess, but that could be dealt with later. For now, he wanted a reward for performing so well.

"Master," the green-eyed musician dropped kisses up Alfred's stomach and chest then neck and along the edge of his jaw, stopping at the corner of his mouth, "was that good?" Blue eyes cracked open to look at him and arms wrapped around his waist a moment later, pulling him down to rest on top of the athlete's body.

"Yeah. That was good."

Arthur smiled and nuzzled into his Master's neck, cuddling against the other boy's broader frame. "Good."

One of Alfred's hands slid up his back and started stroking his hair, a gentler touch than he expected. He could feel a heart beating fast beneath ribs and smiled. There was a light coat of sweat on Alfred's body now, proof of the strain that had been put on him. Arthur didn't usually cuddle like this, but he was enjoying it too much to stop. The American was warm and comfortable to lie on, so why should he move? They'd get to the next part of their game soon enough, and besides, Alfred clearly needed a moment to recover. Arthur knew perfectly well how exhausting his blow jobs could be, and he'd worked extra hard on Alfred. He'd have been disappointed in himself if the athlete had been ready to continue right away.

He really shouldn't get too comfortable, though. As much as he liked Alfred, and as attractive as the ash blond was, the chances of this turning out to be more than a one-night-stand were slim. If he got attached, it would spell doom for the rest of his high school career. And what Alfred had said earlier, that Arthur would have to resist the urge to touch himself just at the sight of the athlete after tonight, well, as brilliant as that sounded, he knew he couldn't let it happen. The best he could do was try to please his almost-lover as much as possible and hope that Alfred wouldn't get tired of him after just one night. He liked to think he was too interesting to bore anyone, but who knew. It was still best to not get attached.

God, he still hadn't caught his breath. It hadn't been a problem for the majority of that, since Arthur had been pretty patient and slow about it, but towards the end there, he hadn't been able to take in a breath without it leaving him in some form of sound, and that had taken a lot out of him. Not to mention that his heart was hammering in his chest and his entire body felt tingly with leftover pleasure. Damn, that had been good.

And now Arthur was lying on him, snuggled into his chest and practically purring. How adorable was that? For a punk, Arthur was weirdly cute. Alfred hadn't even done much to him yet and he was obviously happy.

Well, I'll fix that in a minute. Still have to use all those toys, and show him what happens to teases like him. He won't be able to walk normally for a week when I'm through with him.

Yeah, that was the plan. Fuck Arthur until the musician couldn't even remember his own name. Yeah. But for now, he was okay with resting together. He knew he'd been a little harsh a couple of times, and while he didn't exactly feel bad for any of it, he was aware that his new pet probably needed to recover. Giving head wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world, and Arthur had surprised him by swallowing. That deserved a little bit of a reward, even if it was just a few minutes' worth of cuddling.

Gently, Alfred ran his fingers through green-tipped hair and marveled at how silky it felt against his skin. His other hand was busy rubbing the small of Arthur's back, and Alfred absent-mindedly registered the feel of the smaller male's breath against his collarbone. The warmth of him was more noticeable than the weight—he seemed almost delicate.

It amazed him how soft everything about Arthur was. The punk had piercings and a tattoo, was in a band and didn't take shit from anyone. But his hair was silky and his skin was smooth and pale and perfect. There would be marks on it soon enough, but for now, the Brit was flawless. Looking at him almost made Alfred wish they could do this more often. Really, who didn't enjoy being used as a pillow, especially by someone who'd just given him the best blow job of his life? Not that he'd gotten very many, but Arthur was definitely the best, and Alfred was sure it was going to stay that way. Best blow job followed by the best sex he'd ever had.

How am I going to be happy with anyone else after this?