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[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur chuckled and nodded. He leaned up to him, so that he could be heard over the loud music, and said into his ear:
“Everyone is looking at you, lad.” He felt a strange sense of achievement because he was dancing with the very guy everyone else wanted. Alfred looked like a supermodel in comparison to a lot of the men there (which was really saying something).

He allowed himself to get lost in his dancing, using his entire body to swing and sway with the fast beat. His hands gripped the back of his head, elbows in the air as he started to gyrate his hips – simply copying the other people around him. He kept looking back up at Alfred, checking where his attentions were. Selfishly, Arthur wanted Alfred’s eyes on him alone (which was a gross overestimation of his pulling abilities but he was too drunk to consider that).

It was hot, too hot. Arthur’s experiences of being too hot when drunk had never been good. He kept moving his lower body but he undid the rest of the buttons of his shirt, leaving it open. He also rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. What was visible of his skin beneath his top glimmered faintly with sweat, barely visible in the flashing lights of the club. His breathing was heavier now, thanks to the dancing.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred could feel his whole body shudder as the man whispered into his ear, breath hitching in his throat as he glanced around a bit. Were they really looking at him? WIth a glance around, Alfred couldn't help but notice that this really did seem to be the case. He flushed in embarrassment as he caught the gaze of a stranger who seemed rather intent on staring at him before he looked back at Arthur.

"Well, I guess it's too bad for them. I already have someone to dance with for the night." He smiled over at the Englishman before hesitating. "Unless you don't want to?" He mentioned, a bit wary and nervous of the man's answer.

It took a while but Alfred was finally able to start swaying more easily to the music. While he wasn't that amazing at creating his own moves without looking absolutely ridiculous, he was rather good at copying others around him. He hadn't done this kind of dancing since he was in university so it definitely brought him back. His eyes were focused mainly on Arthur, staring intently at his hips as he tried to copy, easily being able to do so as he quietly drew himself closer to the man.

His body was starting to sweat as the alcohol pulsed through his very veins. Maybe it was a bit unethical of him but Alfred really couldn't help but stare at his boss as he started to undo the rest of his buttons. He was tempted to take off his own shirt but unfortunately, it wasn't a button up shirt this time around though the heat was starting to overwhelm him. With all these bodies moving with them and just everything about this place.

It was thrilling.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur felt his heart speed up at Alfred’s words. It also seemed as though they were moving closer and closer together. He noted how Alfred did indeed have his eyes trained upon him. The Brit felt triumphant.

He decided to take a risk and slipped his fingers into the belt loops of Alfred’s trousers and tugged him closer. He smiled devilishly up at him, spurred on my alcohol that demanded for him to keep going. He continued to swing his hips, moving Alfred’s in time with his, as though he was showing him how to do it.

The lights, the music, the men, Alfred – it was better than anything he’d ever dreamed. God, Alfred looked sexy in this low light. Arthur could only hope that he looked a fraction as good at that.

“So how to you like it so far?” he leaned up again, to be heard, going just as dangerously close to Alfred’s ear and neck as before.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred's eyes widened a bit when Arthur tugged him closer by his belt loops and though he would normally argue against it, he wasn't necessarily sober at the moment. With his judgement impaired, he couldn't help but feel rather excited at the prospect of getting closer to his boss. His boss wasn't a bad looking man. Well in fact, quite the contrary.

The American soon looked down to see the swinging of Arthur's hips and he mimicked it, intent on getting in a nearly perfect rhythm with the man. The alcohol that was coursing through his veins was simply making this so much better. Oh how he was being driven with a need to get closer and closer.

Completely unethical on his part but alcohol was never a source of good judgement.

The assistant could feel the sweat drip down the side of his face, his gaze fixated on Arthur as he paid no heed to anyone else around them. Despite the close proximity, Alfred actually found himself leaning towards the man, feeling that warm breath ghost across his ear and neck.

"Mm...it's exciting." He admitted.

[Mr. Kirkland]

“Yes, it is,” Arthur breathed, enjoying the closeness. He hadn’t been close to anyone for years, not close enough to touch, to whisper. He’d thought that he’d spend the rest of his days alone, without friends but Alfred had been there since his first day. He’d been kind when others hadn’t; he always had that benign, infectious grin on his face. He was like sunlight and Arthur had been in the dark for so long. He wanted some sun, some of Alfred’s sunlight. He needed it.

He could see the sweat on Alfred’s face and, not thinking, raised a hand to wipe it away for him. Alfred looked boiling in his clothes and it nearly made Arthur whine at the thought of what he would look like without them on.

“Mmmf,” he breathed. “You’re so hot Alfred.” It took him a moment to recrify himself, “It must be uncomfortable in your shirt.” His hand that had left their hips now lightly pulled at Alfred’s shirt. “You should take it off, we don’t want you to get heat exhaustion, eh?” his accent was much heavier after drinking, and less crisp. Everything he said was a bit longer than it would have normally been.

Before Alfred had even answered, he continued: “Unless you wanna’ keep it on.” His voice was low, rasping in Alfred’s ear (he still hadn’t moved – he hadn’t been pushed away). “Anyway,” he moved on, numb fear about what Alfred might reply, “you see how they’re dancing?” he nodded over to a couple not too far away that were grinding (in a way that was supposed to be dancing). “Want to give that a try?”

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred was a man who tended to have a lot of friends though he never particularly got close to anyone. The only exceptions to that were Kiku, his Japanese co-worker, as well as his brother, Matthew, who was off doing who knew what. Maybe something to preserve nature or something? Something like that though he really didn't know. Yet Arthur was quickly becoming a different case, where he felt a desire to get closer to him. Though that may just be the alcohol talking.

He couldn't help but be kind to him from the very first day. He was just that kind of man and while he did it first out of politeness, it soon evolved into something a bit more than that. He soon started to seek out approval from his boss, needed his attention and while he wouldn't necessarily call it infatuation, he couldn't help but need the man's attention. An attention whore of some sort.

Alfred soon looked down at Arthur and panted, reddening at first from the comment, having believed that it was directed towards him until the man brought up his shirt into the discussion. Well now that he thought about it...he was rather hot and he couldn't think clearly with the alcohol and the dancing all around them (he wouldn't be surprised if there was some sex on the dance floor as well).

Pulling away for just a moment, Alfred quickly stripped off his shirt, trying not to mind the sweat that ran down his tanned skin. There was no worry about being shirtless, right? It was hot after all and it wasn't like there were women here. Alfred soon glanced over at the couple who were grinding and he gave a lazy smirk at that. That looked exciting. Though again, alcohol wasn't letting him think clearly.

"Sure." He drawled a bit.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur gawked as Alfred pulled his shirt off. He had flawless bronze skin, perfected with muscles that looked delightfully firm. His mouth begun to salivate at the mere sight of Alfred.

Given the okay, Arthur turned around so that his back was facing Alfred. He took the others hands and placed them on his own hips, his hands going on top of Al’s. Arthur looked back over his shoulder at Alfred as he rolled his hips backwards experimentally, trying to get Alfred to move with him.

“Feel the music,” he whispered to him, although he doubted that Alfred would hear him.

Arthur’s own movements were slow, precise and on the beat. He swayed his upper body in time with the rest of the effects in the techno. His head was swimming. All he could think about was how close Alfred was and how sexy he was and God, how Arthur wanted him. Being inebriated certainly helped him focus on that.

He caught someone staring at them and sneered, as if to say ‘yes, he’s with me, bitch’. Oh, this was fun. He didn’t want it to end.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred just smiled down charmingly at Arthur, though with how intoxicated he was starting to feel as the alcohol was catching up with him, he was rather surprised that he could even manage that smile. He had worked out quite a bit and during most of his college years, the gym was probably his second home. Especially after a few of his friends teased him about eating fast food nearly everyday and gaining fat from it. While work kept Alfred certainly away from the gym, he still managed to get in a few sessions.

He couldn't help but laugh a bit, face slightly pinked from the alcohol as he allowed Arthur to take his hands and be placed on his boss's hips. "Are you sure you don't wanna take your own shirt off? It's rather hot in here." He offered though he was much too focused on getting the ride beat and movements with the shorter man.

Swallowing thickly, he pressed his front against Arthur's behind and this was how he wanted to dance, right? Of course it was. Alfred soon started to roll his hips, body shivering and though it took a moment, he was finally able to keep the same beat as Arthur as well as slow and smooth movements. He leant forward so his lips were close to the Englishman's ear, not feeling the necessity to scream over the music.

"Do you like it like this?" He asked curiously, wondering if Arthur was actually enjoying the dance with him.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur laughed quietly. Perhaps it was fair if he lost the top half of his clothes, too. He shrugged out of his shirt and the sleeveless top beneath. Clothes be damned. He didn’t care if he never found them again. This was a chance to feel Alfred’s hot skin against his own. He re-positioned himself and continued to move with the American.

When Alfred began to move, he was just more encouraged to be frivolous with his actions, pressing a little rougher back against him than he needed to. He made sure that he stayed slow and deliberate, to make sure that Alfred could keep up, of course. He didn’t really want Alfred to start rutting against him clumsily – Arthur knew he’d probably stumble (or his knees would go weak) and it would all be over.

He couldn’t restrain his moan as he felt Alfred’s lips by his ear. He let his head drop back against his shoulder. He wound an arm around Alfred’s neck, holding him close as he continued to rock, moving back and forth, side to side.

“Yes…” he whispered quietly in response. “Do you?” he looked at Alfred as best as he could, eyes lidded with alcohol and lust.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred grinned a bit more at that, feeling pretty accomplished at being able to get Arthur to shed his shirt. It wasn't like he was thinking of the man in that light or anything! Well maybe he was starting to but that was besides the point. Quite far from the point actually! (Though it really wasn't). He was just happy that Arthur wouldn't be sweltering hot under those clothes anymore.

He soon started to move once again against Arthur, not being able to help the gasp that escaped his lips as the Englishman started to be more frivolous with his actions. Damn...that felt really good... If he was sober at the moment, the American would have probably been in the corner of the pub, face bright red from embarrassment though fortunately or maybe unfortunately, he was still rather inebriated.

He kept his movements slower so he wouldn't ruin the moment between them. Though what truly felt amazing was when Arthur moaned and did he really just think that? In just a moment, Arthur's arm was around his neck and he was held close, continuing their lovely movements as he looked down at his boss.

They were so close.

"Yeah..."

[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur, unlike Alfred was slender. His limbs were somewhat feminine, but the underlying of muscles could be seen on his stomach and shoulders. There was power there. His skin was a milky-white colour that seemed to glow in the UV lights. Really, he was quite ethereal-looking.

He felt his breathing becoming less even as he looked up at Alfred, like he’d forgot how to breathe. They were so close.

Arthur could see the faint freckles on his skin, the small marks from where his glasses dug in, the darker shapes of where stubble would form. He was really beautiful, and it was all Arthur could think about – it was all that he’d thought about since he’d started working for Chouchoute, actually. And those eyes, so blue. Crystal clear, like some tropical ocean.

He did what instinct (and alcohol) told him to do. He leaned up a little further and slowly pressed his lips to Alfred’s... and it felt so good.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred couldn't help but look over his boss just a bit more, noticing how he seemed a bit more feminine though there was still that lovely hint of masculinity underneath all of it. He could sense the power in Arthur and he knew that the man had power from the very first day they met. Yet he was so pale though honestly, he couldn't really argue against that. It was rather befitting of his boss.

As he glanced over the man, he couldn't help but notice just how lovely those eyes were despite the thicker eyebrows. Yet even the eyebrows helped accentuate certain lovely features on Arthur's face. Honestly, he had never looked at the man in this sort of light, thinking that he was actually rather beautiful in his own way, until today.

Yet soon he felt warmth on his lips and his heart was racing. He knew that he should pull away and say no but could he not lose himself for once?

There was no ration in his emotions that were coursing through him at the moment. No sense of regret at that very moment and he did what he knew best.

Alfred kissed back.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur wondered if he should do what he was used to, which was to close his eyes and hope for the best. But no, he kept the kiss short and sweet, but he didn’t move to far away. He shifted in Alfred’s grip, turning to face him He made sure that he didn’t move enough for Alfred’s hands to slip from his hips to anywhere even a drunk Arthur considered inappropriate.

His own hands slipped up Alfred’s torso, silently admiring the way his muscles seemed to ripple beneath his touch. His fingers tangled themselves into Alfred’s hair, not hesitating for another moment before he leaned in again, kissing slightly more aggressively than before.

If Alfred’s flesh was hot, his tongue was electric. He was so smooth, so clear-skinned. All Arthur could think about was how he wanted Alfred in his bed – or not even his bed, just a bed or not a bed, the floor would do. Anywhere, he just wanted Alfred. Sense argued with this, despite how muffled its say was in his drunken haze. Judging by Alfred’s kind demeanour and the fact that he’d never been in a relationship with a man before, all signs pointed to that he was probably a virgin in one way or another and it wouldn’t be right for Arthur to take that away from him for his own selfish desires.

Arthur didn’t really have enough blood in his head to care at the moment.

He just pressed deeper, closer, tighter. God, Alfred. He carefully rolled his hips forwards, as if trying to continue the dancing that they had previously doing. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by kissing him, nor did he want to ruin the kissing by grinding against him. Both of which felt fantastic.He needed this, he wanted this.

His hands slipped down to Alfred’s hips, the tips of his thumbs gliding just under the waistband of his trousers, touching the skin there.

He could only hope that he wasn’t going to get pushed away.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred had definitely not been expecting the kiss and he knew that there was that lingering feeling that he shouldn't actually be doing this. He was supposed to pull away. This was his boss of all people! Yet even for being his boss, Arthur was able to make his heart pound and whole body feel like it was on fire. The pleasurable kind of fire of course.

Despite his lack of experience with men, Alfred truly wasn't that bad of a kisser. He had quite a bit of practice before though the alcohol only made him a bit more rough, a bit more passionate as he twisted their tongues together. Arthur tasted like alcohol yet there was still that lingering taste of what he imagined the man would taste like. Yet there was more than that. Despite the taste of cheap beer flooding his taste buds, he still couldn't help but ravage that lovely mouth and taste everything.

He didn't know what he wanted. All he knew was that he wanted to press closer. Whether he was here or not, he wanted to just be near Arthur. He couldn't even bring himself to care if he was dragged away or not. While he was certainly a virgin in the respect of being with a man, that didn't change him from being just a bit horny from all the grinding and kissing.

Alfred soon pulled away from the kiss as he panted, moaning just a bit before he stared down at his boss, eyes half lidded. Before he knew it, he grabbed Arthur and started to try pulling him off the dance floor. He had no idea where he was going, mind too muddled with pleasure and that bit of alcohol to really be aware but he just wanted to be somewhere. Anywhere with Arthur.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Alfred had a similar taste; that of cheap alcohol that Arthur considered to be piss-poor but he also tasted faintly of coffee, and chocolate… and various other things. It wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest, he would have even gone as far to say that it was endearing.

He couldn’t deny that he was relieved that he hadn’t been pushed away yet, either. He had thought that as soon as their tongues met, Alfred would freak out and sober up instantly. That didn’t seem to be the case at all. Alfred’s moan sent a shiver through Arthur’s body, although he could barely hear it above the sound of the music still thrumming around them. People close by were beginning to shout things like ‘get a room’. Oh, how Arthur would have loved to. But the backrooms were no place for a virgin.

He was breathless when they pulled apart, trying not to concentrate on the growing bulge in his trousers. He felt like a teenager again, it was all so refreshing and exhilarating. He merely guffawed as Alfred tried to pull him off of the dance floor.

“Keen, aren’t we?” he eyed Alfred, enjoying the view. “Want to go back to mine? Or yours, where ever is closest?” Arthur’s fingers kneaded at the muscles in Alfred’s shoulders and neck. “I could take care of that for you,” he licked his lips, eyes flickering down to Alfred’s hips.

It was becoming difficult to concentrate on Alfred now, the whole room was starting to move. He willed himself to stay alert – he wouldn’t pass out on Alfred. He’d rather have a romp in the sack than have his night end then and there.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred could taste the faint taste of tea, Arthur's favourite, as they kissed but he also could taste some of the coffee that he tended to make for his boss every morning to wake him up. He knew that he should have been repulsed in some manner or another but he couldn't bring himself to feel that just yet. Not when he felt so good.

Honestly, he didn't know why he hadn't sobered up yet. Was it not shocking enough to be kissing your boss? Yet either way, his judgement just wasn't quite what it normally was and at that very moment, it felt like the best thing to happen to him. He couldn't even truly focus on the shouts of 'get a room' directed towards them, instead much too focused on Arthur.

Yet his trousers were starting to feel a bit too tight for his own liking and he simply wanted to relieve himself from this horrible tightness.

Alfred couldn't help but smirk a bit as Arthur asked him the question though he felt himself lean towards the touches. "How about your place?" He asked, a slight slur in his words as he helped the other man forward. He wasn't nearly as intoxicated as he wanted to be, still sober enough to walk around with relative ease. It wasn't hard for him to finally get out of the pub and he noticed that it was already becoming dark outside.

[Mr. Kirkland]

“Okay,” he agreed softly. He was surprised that this was so easy. It shouldn’t be easy. He was taking advantage of him, yes. But he hadn’t had sex for at least a year. He couldn’t find it in himself to care too much… even if it was sensitive, sweet, sexy Alfred.

Arthur stumbled out of the club, his arm slung around Alfred’s shoulders. The cold air felt harsh against his bare chest – but at least he had Alfred at his side to keep him warm. Arthur felt himself leaning against Alfred more and more but he eventually pulled away with a groan of reluctance.

He led Alfred towards one of the taxis that were lined up just down the street, waiting for use. He opened the door of one and climbed (fell) into the cab. He managed to pick himself up and sit properly on the seat. He waited expectantly for Alfred to join him. He relayed his address to the taxi driver, staring out of the window. It wasn’t even that dark. Hah. How on earth had the club been so busy? Fuck knew.

He was glad that tomorrow was going to be the weekend. He got the feeling that he was going to have a hangover.

[Assistant Jones]

It had been around equally as long since Alfred had sex with anyone and maybe it was a bit longer though it was definitely not something he appreciated. He should have been nervous but at the moment, all he wanted to do was fall into bed with Arthur and continue on kissing him like they had been doing.

Wrapping his arms around Arthur's waist, he soon helped him towards the closest cab. He didn't really even care about the fact that he left his scarf, shirt and jacket behind in the pub. Nor even the opinion of their driver. Instead he simply went inside the vehicle, right next to Arthur and hopefully he wouldn't sober up by the time that they got there.

Yet he had a feeling that he wouldn't sober up anytime soon with how hard his heart was pounding in his chest and all he wanted to do was start kissing the man again. He just wanted to feel that wonderful heat once more and it was a primal desire but he couldn't help but want more and more.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur slumped against Alfred, humming quietly in gratitude as his heat touched his skin. He had forgotten about everything else apart from what was happening right then, in that moment. He still wanted Alfred, quite badly. His clothes were actually beginning to chafe.

He couldn’t help but think the same thing about Alfred. He hoped that he wouldn’t sober up any time soon. He would have been quite happy to kiss Alfred until the cow’s came home (as the saying went). Although he did admit that he would demand some relief soon, whether it was his own hand or not.

Arthur, with his eyes closed as he pretended to sleep so that the driver would not stare, began to slide his hand across to Alfred’s thigh, his fingers rubbing in small circles on his inner thigh. Every so often, he would come dangerously close to Alfred’s groin and move away again.

It wasn’t too long before they arrived in Arthur’s neighbourhood. It wasn’t a bad area, really. A good salary meant a nice apartment, he supposed. He pulled away from Alfred completely to search his pockets for money to pay the cab driver once they stopped. Upon handing it over, he struggled out of the taxi and on wards towards the apartment block. He pulled out his key, unlocking the door to get in.

He turned back to Alfred and grabbed his hand, laughing quietly as he started to lead the American to the elevator to get to his floor.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred simply rubbed Arthur's shoulders, waiting for them to get to Arthur's flat as his heart was still pounding furiously against his chest. He was quite aware that just the proximity of them being close together was making his trousers uncomfortably tight and the hand that slid across his thigh wasn't really help his case. Not in the slightest bit.

Each moment that his boss brought his hand close to his groin, the assistant would feel his breath hitch in his throat but nonetheless, he was rather disappointed with the lack of contact.

He couldn't help but look around the area and though he sobered up just a bit, enough to appreciate his surroundings and how much nicer it was than his area, that still didn't help the fact that he wanted to get into that flat as quickly as possible. Soon stumbling out of the taxi, Alfred couldn't help but laugh quietly as well before he squeezed Arthur's hand back and headed inside the elevator.

Yet the moment they stepped into the elevator, Alfred couldn't help but push Arthur lightly against the wall as he kissed him again.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur made a sound of appreciation as he was pressed against the wall of the elevator. His hands found their way to Alfred’s lower back, fingers teasing into the skin. He broke the kiss though, smirking. He just felt relieved that he’d pressed the button for his floor before he was ravaged.

His lips went to Alfred’s neck, biting and kissing there ferociously. And when he was sure that he had the attention he wanted, he returned to his lips, kissing him deeply. Arthur moaned softly.

The elevator arrived at his floor and he firmly pushed Alfred away, only to take his hand again instead. He pressed another quick kiss to Alfred’s lips and then started to lead him along the corridor to his door. He scrambled for his key before pushing it into the lock, opening the door. Arthur went on ahead inside, clumsily kicking off his shoes and socks.

Arthur’s apartment was very clean. Everything was to a monochrome colour scheme, the occasional red object here or there. With his money, it was obvious that he was not focused on having a large television. He had a wall entirely dedicated to bookshelves, and books that he’d collected since he was a teenager.

He turned to Alfred, all seductive smiles and lust-hazed eyes. Logic said that it should have been impossible for Arthur to be able to still seem somewhat sexy. Oh well.

“Come and get it.”

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred would have glanced over at the button that Arthur pressed for possible future reference (what the hell was he thinking!?) but he was too distracted with his boss doing all those wonderful things.

"A-Ah!" He gasped softly as he leant closer to the lips on his neck, enjoying every bite and kiss. He wouldn't even mind at this point if he was marked or not, though they would be hell to cover up later on if there were any marks made.

The American was disappointed the moment that he was firmly pushed away but he was glad when his hand was taken again. He waited impatiently for the door to open though he couldn't help but feel the need to steady himself against the wall before seeing the door open. While normally he would have lingered around to appreciate the interior of the flat, he couldn't help but find Arthur so much more fascinating.

Just at the seductive smile and lustful gaze, Alfred could feel his heart pound and he quickly strode forward. Though his steps were clumsy, he didn't seem to have a hard time pushing Arthur against the closest lying surface he could find before ravaging his wonderful mouth once more.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Luckily for Arthur, he landed on one of the sofas. He whined for Alfred to come closer and pulled him on top of himself. Arthur shifted to accommodate the other better. He caressed Alfred’s chest and stomach before gripping his waistband tightly. He startled to fumble with the belt buckle, and then the button of Al’s trousers.

“Oh fuck, Alfred,” he whispered, breaking the kiss to catch his breath before leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from his shoulder to his neck. Arthur bit down harder now than he had done in the elevator, determined to mark Alfred in some way. He would be even more perfect with Arthur’s mark on him. He sucked at the skin, tongue laving at where he’d bitten. Alfred’s skin was still a bit sweaty from the club environment, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be disgusted. Neither of them smelt like fresh daisies, after all.

His hands moved to Alfred’s rump, slipping under the fabric of his trousers to squeeze at his behind playfully. Arthur was just as delighted to find that his buttocks felt as pert and round as they looked through Alfred’s occasionally-too-tight-work trousers. His lips left his neck and he groaned, waiting for Alfred to take some sort of initiative.

“I want you so badly. I have done for so long… please, Alfred. Please.” Later on, he would deny that he ever begged Alfred for anything.

[Assistant Jones]

The moment that Alfred pushed Arthur onto the couch, the American couldn't help but climb over him before he started to kiss once more. He was greedy. He knew that. It was just a part of his nature no matter how much he denied and it was this greed that spurred him forward to take more and more of this man underneath him. Feeling the belt buckle being undone as well as the buttons on his trousers, the assistant soon also reached down so he could work on Arthur's own.

His movements were a bit messier than usual but who was blame him when he was intoxicated by both alcohol and lust like this? Yet with a few careless yanks and tugs, he finally managed it off before he unzipped Arthur's trousers, soon palming him through the cloth.

Feeling marks being made on his neck, Alfred moaned in pleasure as he pressed even closer, more enthusiastically palming the man's crotch in encouragement to the lavishing on his neck. Scents at that moment didn't really matter for Alfred and in fact, it aroused him even further in its own way.

As his bottom was squeezed playfully, Alfred glanced down at the other man coyly before a delighted grin pulled at his lips. He couldn't help himself. "Mm? So long, Arthur?" He questioned huskily, voice still slurred as his hand goes up from his boss's groin and instead up to the band of his trousers, finders dipping in teasingly as his fingers lightly brushed the skin underneath before pulling away.

[Mr. Kirkland]

Arthur wasn’t particularly co-ordinated, either. His movements were rough, not as gentle as they might have been if he was sober. Arthur could be many things in the bedroom (or sitting room, in this case), patient was not often one of them. He started to tug down Alfred’s trousers and underwear, leaving them pooled half-way off his backside.

He threw his head back with a gasp at the touch to his groin. Uselessly, his hips bucked upwards into the touch, trying to create more friction, more touch, more anything. His face flushed a deep scarlet colour as his noises became increasingly more wanton. Alfred’s fingers upon his skin made him shiver.

“Ever since I first met you,” he replied, lowly, slowly raising his knee upwards to rub at Alfred’s still-clothed crotch. His lips brushed along his jugular and up to his chin, breathing shallowly against his skin. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know? You’re just… edible,” he punctuated his point with a lick to Alfred’s jaw. “And I need you, now. Fuck me, or I’ll fuck you, or just anything. I want you, so badly,” his brain was a little scrambled in that moment; he was unable to think straight.

“Alfred,” he breathed, lips parted slightly.

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