Alfred shifts on Ivan’s cock. He wants more of something, but Ivan’s hands press sharply into his hips and keep him still. He’s close to whining—his cock is flushed and hard, pushing against his dress, but still Ivan refuses to give him anything more.
“Another piece, Alfred.”
The man is stubborn and demanding and sometimes it’s too much. Alfred wants to let the dessert plate drop to the floor and wrap his hands around him, dig his hands into his back. Alfred wants to be fucked and Ivan is teasing him. It almost isn’t fair, but he plays along as best he can.
He told Ivan he’d be his pretty little housewife and Ivan expected dinner, dessert and sex (and Alfred had promised all three.)
There are runs in his stockings and red scratch marks on his thighs from Ivan’s hands, but they haven’t touched his cock and his toes curl in frustration.
He shifts on Ivan’s lap again, tenses his muscles and hears Ivan suck in a shaky breath. He enjoys this more and Ivan isn’t objecting.
“I think you’ve had enough dessert, sweetheart,” and he receives a slow nod in response. He smiles, let’s the plate drop and it shatters loudly.
He wraps an arm around Ivan’s neck, buries a hand in his hair and the other moves down towards his cock. It’s enough for Ivan to grab tighter on to Alfred’s hips. He lifts him up, brings him down slowly on his cock and when Alfred’s toes curl in his heels it’s out of pleasure.
Alfred strokes himself at the pace Ivan fucks him. His thoughts settle on fuck, please, Ivan and jerking himself off, desperate rutting and moving his hips and it doesn’t take much for him to come first.
His muscles tense and shake around Ivan and he mouths half words and moans, smiles as Ivan continues to lift his hips and fuck him until he feels a little numb.
When Ivan comes he’s quite, buries his face in Alfred’s neck and pulls him closer and they stay like that until he’s soft.
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rus/am - nsfw stuff
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