Continuation from the Lovestruck Room

[usaisnumberwon]

(continued from here: http://community.livejournal.com/aphdressingroom/1058651.html?thread=162164571#t162164571 )

Of course I am eager. You're the one who worked me up into such a state to begin with. You should be a bit more excited yourself!

*He pulls him into the room after him, stopping to shut the door behind Matthew.*

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[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*Yes, and then it could rekindle the fire so to speak.*

*He gasps softly when you suddenly remove his pants. He hadn't been expecting that. You're usually not that bold. But he likes it, and it shows.*

Do. Please. More.

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[That was plenty of encouragement to get him to continue as he did enjoy it when Al spoke like that. Moving his lips onto his neck, he trailed light kisses along one side and then the other. As soon as he had Al's pants undone, he was slipping his fingers down the front, just barely far enough to tease him.]

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*Al moaned softly before biting his lip. You're very proficient at finding all the sensitive spots on his neck. Worst of all, you're teasing him - even though he's quite hard with need, you're taking your time aren't you?*

Mmmmfff Mattie...

*He whines, grabbing at your back.*

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[Of course he is. Or he's just offering that tiny bit of a pause for him to anticipate what's next.

...which was him slipping his hand all the way in and lets his fingers and hand cup around him, pressing forward just a bit as he does.]

Yes Alfred?

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*He moans again, arching into Mattie's fingers and palm. He wants to grind against those long fingers, rub himself against your palm until he feels satisfied.*

M-more. Harder. More!

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[He pressed his hand against him more firmly, slowly dragging his fingers downwards before moving back up. Leaning in a bit, he nipped his neck just below his ear, hard enough to leave a mark.]

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*He cried out, bucking up into Matthew's fingers. He tugged hard at the shirt on Matthew's back.*

M-Matt...more...more!

*He was still wound up from earlier. He just needs more touching, more fingering and he'll come.*

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[Resting his other hand on Al's hip, he gave him the smallest of nudgeds towards the bed.]

First, we're going to have to fix this problem of standing and then the one of you wearing too many clothes.

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*He moved back towards the bed with haste, pulling Matthew with him.*

Yes...yes too much clothes...no clothes is better...get rid of them all...

*If there wasn't a hand currently in his pants, he'd be trying to rip them off.*

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[Said hand stayed, occuping it's current position for a bit longer before he snuck in a final grope and removed it in order to better be able to remove Al's shirt from him.]

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*He whined when the hand left. He felt...lonely without it there, pressing down on his most sensitive parts. But he tolerated its absence; he had clothing to shed. As did Matthew.*

Clothes go now!

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[There was a small moment of hesitation as he tried to decide whether or not he was going to take the slow, agonizing path or not. In the end, he decided not to and, instead, settled for quickly slipping Al's shirt off of him.]

You certainly have a way with words.

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*He grunted at him, pulling Matthew's shirt off with less finesse.*

I'm all...worked up! I don't need words to tell you what I want!

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[He'll forgive him for doing so this time.

Smirking for just a moment, he let his lips place light kisses upon Al's collarbone. As he did, his fingers traced along the hem of his pants before moving to undo them and slip them off of him.]

I don't know. Words can be nice sometimes.

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*That's very kind of him!

He moans in the back of his throat as Matthew's lips kiss along his skin. He shimmies out of his pants and starts to tug at Matthew's pants.*

Yeah yeah but...today...I...mmm...I want you!

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[He is often known for his kindness.]

So eloquent. [By now, he was just teasing him by talking. But he still paid attention to what he was doing, for as soon as he had him out of his pants, he was letting his fingers caress his thighs.]

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*That he is.*

*He moans again, this time louder, and a bit more insistent. He fumbles with Matthew's pants, struggling to get them open and undone. He's distracted by the fingers on his thighs.*

Mmmmm no pants!

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

Looks like you may need a little help with that. [Smiling as he spoke, he took a moment or two in order to help him with his own pants. There. Much better. That didn't take too long at all now, did it?]

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*No it didn't but now you're both pretty much naked. Minus socks and undergarments.*

Thanks...come here, I wanna kiss you.

*He tugs you down for a hungry kiss.*

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[He might be planning on seeing how long he can keep those on, too. Just because he can.]

I might enjoy it when you talk like that. [Tangling his arms around him, he pulled him close for a firm kiss.]

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*They have to come off sooner or later!*

You do? Like it when I talk dirty?

*Oooh yes. Firm kisses are what he needs. He arches up into you, desperate for more.*

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[True. But it's fun to tease.

...and right now he's blushing.]

Y- yes. I do. [He speaks between kisses, occasionally pulling back just enough to nip at his bottom lip.]

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*He groans; you're very good at teasing him. But he enjoys it. He kisses back, hands sliding down your back.*

I like your ass. And your hot sexy mouth.

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[Shivering softly, he kissed him firmly.]

Y- you're rather good at that. [Smiling a bit, he groped him quite brazenly.]

[usaisnumberwon.livejournal.com]

*He let out a soft cry, blushing red. He grabbed at Matthew's ass.*

Me? You're the one with the long, strong fingers. Touch me more, Mattie!