Yes, sir

"I hate horses.”

Alfred locked up the stable door before he turned to face Arthur. The smaller man was standing a few metres away, hands in pockets as he carefully watched him. He had been doing so the whole evening, and Alfred had come to the conclusion that he was just playing one of his small games that no one besides himself understood. But now he was talking.

Alfred slowly ran his tongue across the dry lips, cleared his throat. “Oh, really sir? I find them quite fascinating.”

“Why?” Arthur demanded to know. Alfred’s gaze wandered to the star clear sky as he thought up an answer. Arthur chuckled. “Do not worry, lad. You won’t get in troubles for not agreeing with me. Tell me why - I am interested.”

“Well, for a start, their figure is breathtaking, but at the same time they’re very strong, - well-built to put it that way.” Alfred shrugged the shoulders, once again looking at Arthur. The Englishman had his brows raised as in disbelief, and Alfred couldn’t help but let go of a low laughter. “It’s so hard to explain a fascination to someone who doesn’t share it, sir.”

“No-no, don’t let my expression fool you!” Arthur assured him, quickly letting his brows fall. He took a few steps in Alfred’s direction, eyes watching the ground as if he was giving the other’s words a second thought. “Do continue.”

“Well…” Alfred hesitated. He leaned against the stable with his right shoulder, scratching the back of his neck. “They do have this smell to them.”

“Smell?”

“Yes, a very masculine smell. As if they’re warning their surroundings about their strength.” Alfred once again shrugged his shoulders. Arthur had moved to stand in front of him, and though his eyes were still fixed on the ground, Alfred couldn’t help but feel his heart starting to beat faster in a nervous rhythm.

As always Arthur was well-dressed; his black jacket was new, spotless, a contrast to his snow-white shirt. Alfred eyes went to the ground and the man’s polished, black shoes. A humorous smile crossed his lips as he noticed the small heels - obviously he tried to look taller than he was. Someone should tell him it wasn’t working.

“You know…” Arthur’s voice made Alfred snap back to reality. He looked up, straight into the green eyes of the Englishman. “You smell of horses.” Arthur leaned forward, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath with his nose close to Alfred’s neck. Alfred’s breath hitched, and he felt his cheeks go bright red.

“O-oh?” he stuttered.

“Yeah…” Arthur tilted his head a little as he looked up. In his eyes flickered a warm smile, Alfred noticed. “You’re trying to warn me about your strength?”

“I-I… Eh…” Taken by surprise, Alfred felt as is his tongue swelled up to an unfamiliar, dead chop of meat in his mouth. He wanted to say something smart, but couldn’t make something up. Desperately, he continued stammering: “I.. I.. I..” but he didn’t make it further. Arthur chuckled, patient despite Alfred’s awkward blabbering.

“Smell me.” Arthur placed his hands at Alfred’s cheeks, moving his head to his shoulder. Alfred complied with Arthur’s rather odd orders, taking in a deep breath. “What do you smell?”

“A-uhm… A strong scent of vanilla, sir.” Arthur giggled. Alfred couldn’t help but smile slightly. “May I ask why you’re laughing, sir?”

“What animal would you compare that scent to?”

“I guess I would say…” Alfred hummed slightly as he gave it a good thought. “I would say a rabbit, sir.”

“A rabbit?” Arthur seemed to ponder. He let go of Alfred’s cheeks, making the other straighten up again. “A rabbit.” Arthur nodded, then a sad smile flickered across his lips. “Yes, I guess you’re right. I am a rabbit. I spend most of the time making myself look good while listening to the people around me, and as soon as I hear something dangerously, I flee.” Arthur stared out into the air. He narrowed his gaze. “I wonder why I wasn’t born to be a horse.”

“But there’s nothing wrong with being a rabbit.” Arthur looked at Alfred. Alfred blinked with the eyes, and he bit down onto his lower lip in an excusing gesture. “…sir. There’s nothing wrong with being a rabbit, sir.”

“There’s no one who knows I am here.” Alfred raised his brows in confusion at the sudden statement from the other. Arthur smiled smugly. “They all think I’ve went to bed. I normally don’t leave the house without guards, you know. But it’s tiring. It’s tiring always being followed, always being protected. I say I flee from danger as the scared rabbit I am - but right now I am in need of danger. Something to rip up in this boring, noble life.”

“Sir, if I may comment on that-”

“Oh, please do.”

“Sir.. I beg you not to do anything you’ll regret later. There are many bad men out here, sir.”

“Are you one of them?” Alfred widened his eyes. Arthur placed a hand on Alfred’s chest, his fingers closing around the first button. His face was calm as always, but in his eyes a glimpse of disobedience had started to form. “I know you’re one of them. I’ve been watching you since they hired you. How long is that?”

“That would be three weeks, sir,” Alfred answered, his gaze flickering between Arthur’s face and his hand on his chest.

“Three weeks,” Arthur repeated in a breathless voice, opening the first button. “Three weeks is a long time to be in need.”

Alfred was stunned. Was this really happening? Was Arthur Kirkland flirting with him, or was he misunderstanding every word? It would be a lie to say that he hadn’t been throwing looks after the elder man. But to go from sheer fantasies to reality was overwhelming, and he found his hands were shaking as he placed them at Arthur’s shoulders.

“Sir, I-”

“I want you to kiss me.” Arthur licked his pink lips, stepping close to Alfred whose arms automatically slipped to embrace the smaller. Arthur cuddled their cheeks together, mouth close to Alfred’s ear as he whispered: “And I want you to fuck me with all your strength, make me feel alive again. I want your dripping cock in my mouth, your lips all over my body. I want you to be my bad boy ‘til the sun rises.” Alfred gasped:

“Sir!”

“I am not asking, Alfred.” Arthur turned his head to look into the younger’s ice-blue eyes. He smiled slowly. “It’s an order.”

Alfred sank down the spit that had gathered in the back of his mouth. He raised his brows hesitatingly before slowly nodding the head. “Okay. Okay sir. I understand, sir.”

“Good.” Arthur stepped back from Alfred. He threw a short look over his left shoulder. “Come, I know a place.” He turned around and started to walk away from the stable out into the thick darkness, and Alfred took in a deep breath before letting his lust take over, and seconds later he found himself running after Arthur’s silhouette.

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Arthur was pushed hardly against the tree, Alfred’s much bigger body forcing itself onto him. His heated up lips made Arthur’s cold mouth melt, butterfly kisses and bites and sucks strongly turning him on.

“Sir, tell me again,” Alfred’s breathless voice whispered against his skin, “what exactly you want me to do. What you want me to do to you.” Arthur threw his head back as Alfred’s teeth scraped down his neck, drawing blood as he bit down just above his collarbone.

“I want you all over me,” Arthur gasped, his fingers twisting locks of the other’s messy golden hair, “I want you all over me and in me.” He could feel Alfred smiling against his neck.

“Yes, sir. Please go on, sir.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Alfred buttoned up Arthur’s shirt. It slipped down his shoulders, exposed his white chest, a contrast to Alfred’s sunburnt limbs. “Just fuck me.”

“You want me, sir? A simple stable boy?” Alfred flashed his teeth in a smile, making Arthur chuckle lowly, giving his hair a good yank.

“Yes,” he hissed, “a simple stable boy like you.”

“It’s an honour, sir.” Alfred sank to his knees, the wet grass soaking his pants. He ignored the sticky feeling as his eyes focused on Arthur’s groin and the bulge clearly showing through the fabric. He licked his lips in an eager motion, opening the button before he wrested the pants down to hang around Arthur’s knees. The Englishman wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he gasped as his cock made contact with the cold night air. The head was angry red, the foreskin stretched glistening. Arthur was already half-erected, and as Alfred’s fingers locked around the shaft, pre-sperm slipped from the slit.

Alfred started to pump the shaft with his right hand, the left reaching up to tease Arthur’s nipples. Arthur whimpered in need, his legs giving a little in. He gave Alfred’s hair a few strokes before he grabbed around his back head, forcing him forward. “Take me in,” he mumbled, looking down through half-closed eyes.

Alfred let his hand slip from the nipple down over his stomach, thigh, down to take a hold of his balls, giving them a good squeeze. He complied with Arthur’s guiding, opening his mouth to let the cockhead slip in between his moist lips.

Arthur had started to breath heavily. His moans went straight to Alfred’s own cock, and he suddenly became determined on making Arthur come before having his own fun.

Alfred’s tongue started to swirl around the cockhead in slow circles. He could feel it grow between his lips, and without further preparation, he swallowed around the cock, started to bob the head up and down, receiving a satisfied sigh from Arthur. He threw a short look up. The Englishman’s eyes were closed as he was facing the sky, his front teeth resting at the lower lip, biting it slightly to prevent too many sounds from coming out. Alfred closed his eyes as well as he gulped down more of the shaft, deepthroating him in firm swallows.

“Fuck yes…” Arthur’s hands had been resting in Alfred’s hair, but now his fingers got a good grip and he started to thrust himself in and out the man’s mouth. At first his rhythm was clumsy, and his cock would slip out from the hot mouth and slide across Alfred’s cheek, leaving a trail of pre-sperm. But slowly he found a pace that would also allow Alfred to breath.

Arthur was getting close to coming. Alfred’s fingers grabbed around his thighs, nails digging into the meat to prevent him from blowing his load just yet. Arthur hissed at the sudden pain and let go of Alfred’s head, allowing him to move a little back, abandoning the cock with a little smile. His lips had swollen a little and was now glossy red.

“Ready for the real fun, sir?” he asked in a raw voice as his throat had just been abused. Arthur wetted his lips with the tongue while nodding slightly.

“Yeah.. Sure..” Alfred smiled and got to his feet as he started to undress himself. Arthur too let the last pieces of clothing fall to the ground before leaning back against the tree, slowly stroking himself as he took the sight of Alfred in. The other was very different from himself. His body was toned and well-trained, and despite his young age his skin was scratched and marked from hard work.

As Alfred’s pants fell, Arthur’s gaze too fell to his cock. Compared to his own it was huge, the cockhead dusty brown. He sank a mouthful of spit while letting the thought of having this younger lad fucking him senseless sink in. His heart had started racing, his mind telling him it was crazy. But his lust, his needs were screaming for him to continue, and as Alfred’s eyes caught his, he couldn’t do anything but smile and nod slightly.

“So, sir,” Alfred slipped a hand through his hair, the other one getting a hold of his own cock, “tell me - have you ever been fucked by a man before?” Arthur let go of a humorous snort, shaking his head slightly.

“But I have, ah.. What do you call it.. Experimented?” An innocent smile flickered across his lips, making Alfred chuckle.

“How fascinating.” He let go of the cock as he nodded to the ground. “But would you mind to get down, sir, so I can prepare you right?” Alfred winked at the Englishman, making him slightly flustered. Arthur slipped down the tree to the ground. The wet grass tickled his back and sent welcoming chills down his spine. He spread his legs, moving to support himself on his elbows. Alfred slipped in between his spread legs, placing a hand on each side of Alfred as he stretched his neck, giving the Englishman a short kiss.

“Nhn, one more,” Arthur breathed, receiving another more dominating kiss. Arthur slipped out his tongue, running it across Alfred’s lower lip. Alfred opened his mouth, welcoming the tongue in to roam his mouth, not leaving a spot untouched. Alfred reached forward, pinching the other’s nipples with his fingers, making Alfred moan into the kiss.

“Ahh, I think we’re missing the point of preparation,” Alfred gasped. Arthur’s arms slipped around his chest, hands resting at his back as he mumbled:

“Quick.” Alfred supported his weight onto one arm, slipping the fingers on the free hand to his lips. “No.” Alfred blinked with the eyes. Arthur smiled before opening his mouth, and Alfred let his fingers fall to the others lips, allowing Arthur to wet them good. As they were dripping with spit, he reached down to finger Arthur’s ass. He made scissor like movements with his fingers, stretching the other with first two, then three fingers. Arthur had his nose pressed to his shoulder, mumbling nonsense, but as he added a fourth finger, the Englishman let go of a sigh, moaning:

“Just get on with it! I don’t want it to be painless.” Alfred grinned.

“Fine, sir, but don’t you blame me when tomorrow comes and you’re all sore.” Arthur seemed like he wanted to comment on that, but Alfred had already leaned down, getting a hold of his legs. “Hold them here.” Arthur rested them at the others hips, lifting his bottom slightly from the grass. Alfred leaned forward again, guiding his cock to the hole. As Arthur felt Alfred’s cockhead at his entrance, he took in a deep breath, holding it as the other started to press in.

“Christ!” Arthur choked on his breath as the head of Alfred’s cock slipped in. Alfred stopped pressing, a slightly worried look in his eyes. Arthur shook his head. “What are you?” he hissed, “a pussy? Keep going!” Alfred blinked with the eyes, unsure, but an order was an order, and so he pushed himself all the way in.

Arthur’s inner was warm, wet and welcoming. Alfred grunted in pleasure, closing his eyes as his breath hitched. “Dear God..” he mumbled, overwhelmed at the feeling. It was better than any mouth there had ever sucked him off, and if it hadn’t been for Arthur’s voice cutting into his thoughts, he could have kept getting lost in the delighting feeling.

“Get moving!” It was a faint moan, and Alfred slowly started to move out of Arthur before slamming into the other again. Arthur whimpered in pain and bit hardly down onto Alfred’s shoulder, making Alfred yelp in pain. But as he threw a look in Arthur’s direction, he could see how the other’s face was a mess of pain, and couldn’t get himself to complain.

Alfred quickly found his own pace fucking Arthur, and slowly Arthur’s teeth loosened around his meat, and Alfred couldn’t help but smile in success as the first needy moan sounded from the Englishman’s lips.

“Yes!” he hissed, “right… right there, Alfred, right there.” Alfred moved above Arthur, grabbing around his legs as he started to fuck the other with greater speed than before, slamming his cock at the sweet spot that would make Arthur whimper in pleasure over and over again. “Yes,” Arthur cried, his back bending upwards, “oh, Alfred, oh fucking Alfred! Right there!”

“Arthur,” Alfred gasped, his eyes falling upon the other’s face. It was flushed, his eyes were starring up into the sky, lust covering the trembling pupils. “Damn, you’re.. sexy,” he grunted.

“N-no.” Arthur’s hands slipped from Alfred’s back to his face, squeezing his cheeks. He looked into the other’s eyes. “N-no, not Arthur, sir. Kirkland.”

“Sir.” Alfred gasped as the other clenched around his cock. “Oh, sir.”

“Thank me,” Arthur demanded, stretching his neck to kiss the other shortly upon his lips, “tha- aah! Thank me for.. Letting you fuck me.”

Alfred could hardly take it. He was getting close to just shooting his load, and Arthur’s moaning, demanding, ordering voice was just pushing him nearer that edge. He had to close his eyes and sink, trying to make his thoughts focus on everything but Arthur. “Thank you, sir,” he whispered, clenching the teeth together in a hiss, “thank you so much for letting me fuck you, sir. It’s such an honour for a simple stable boy like me, sir, to come so clo-oh!-ose to a noble man like yourself, sir!”

Arthur whimpered, throwing his head back into the grass. “Alfred, I can’t-”

“Neither can I, sir, I- Fuck!” Alfred let go of a cry as he released his load inside Arthur. He grabbed around the other’s cock, furiously pumping it until the Englishman released just seconds later in a series of moan. Alfred gasped for his breath, riding his orgasm out while his heartrhythm slowly returned to normal. Arthur’s nails was still digging deep into his back, but the pain seemed to had gone.

A minute later they’d both recovered from the orgasm. Alfred carefully slipped out of Arthur before sitting down next to him, taking a deep breath of the cold air. In the horizon the sun was starting to go up.

“It has really been that long?” Arthur mumbled as he noticed, getting up in sitting position. He rested his cheek at Alfred’s shoulder as he watched the red and yellow colours spread across the sky. Alfred smiled a little, slipping a arm around Arthur’s sweaty shoulders.

“Seems like it.”

“You’re to work soon.”

“So are you, sir.” Arthur let go of a sigh, hiding his eyes behind his hands.

“True.” They sat like that for a few more minutes before Arthur wriggled free of Alfred’s arm, got up and started to dress himself. Alfred didn’t seem to be in a hurry, young and satisfied and happy, he leaned against the tree, watching Arthur cover himself up.

“You know, sir, if you ever need a little time off from work, I am to follow your every order.” Arthur straightened up, slipping on the not-so-spotless black jacket.

“Oh?” he smiled, “I’ll remember that.”

“Yeah, well, you know where to find me, sir.” Arthur rolled his eyes before he started to walk away. After a few steps he stopped up, looked ponderingly back at Alfred.

“Tell me, lad - what are your thoughts on sex on a workdesk?” A smile quickly spread across Alfred’s lips.

“On a work desk, sir? Now, that sounds dirty - and I guess the chance of being heard when having sex in a house is higher than that when doing it out here in the middle of a field.” Alfred held a short pause, before laughing: “To sum up; work desk-sex sounds just like my thing.”

“I hereby remind you about your appointment with me in my office tomorrow around lunchtime,” Arthur nodded before turning around, making his way up the hill. Alfred let go of a short laughter as he slipped down to lie in the grass again, watching the sky.

“I’ll be there, sir.”