Alfred's fingers make quick work of the fastenings of Ivar's pants and he pulls away so he can shift downward so he can tug Ivar's pants down until he'd freed his cock. He shoots a smile at Ivar as his fingertip traces the length of it But then he's undoing his own pants, quickly kicking them all the way off along with his underwear. There's some hesitation on his part to pull Ivar's pants completely off -- both a trepidation about what would hurt him and if the other would even want them off.
He doesn't doubt Ivar's ability to make his wants clear, though.
Ivar's whole body shivers a little when Alfred runs his finger over his cock. He shifts, but he's not getting his pants off without an additional hand here. "I'll need a little help," he confesses with just a trace of embarrassment in his tone. Much as Ivar liked to be fiercely independent, there was some things, especially when being intimate with someone that he couldn't do on his own.
Alfred smiles and he nods. There’s a gentle and careful nature to his touch as he then works Ivae’s pants off and tossed them to the ground before looking up at him. “You’re so sexy, Ivar,” Alfred tells him and the words feel a bit vulgar on his lips but it’s the truth after all. His fingers wrap around Ivar’s cock, stroking him firmly a few times.
“How do you usually...” He flushes because well the implication of the question could be considered offensive... though probably not by Ivar
There's a moment of surprise hearing something like that from Alfred but it's a good sort of surprise. There's a groan of satisfaction at the friction he feels from the fingers on his cock.
His face flushes and he looks off to the side, not quite meeting Alfred's eyes. "I can't really top if that's what you're asking." He's always tended to be frank with his sexual partners because otherwise things had a tendency to go bad real fast if someone wasn't informed. "But it's not like my bones are going to shatter into a thousand pieces just from sex." Being young and horny tended to thankfully give him a lot of stamina for moments like this.
Alfred takes in Ivar's body language and the way that he suddenly wouldn't meet his eyes for the first time. He didn't say anything at first and instead he continued to stroke him, his thumb rubbing over the tip every few strokes upward.
It feels awkward to ask questions. Alfred's not vastly experienced but he's no virgin either but he's never had a partner with a condition like Ivar's and his compassionate nature has a million questions running through his head but he settles on asking just one. He figures Ivar's pride can survive that. "Tell me what you like best while I'm busy," he says, his eyes mischievous and he leans down, hair falling forward and brushing over Ivar's hip as his tongue swipes up the underside of Ivar's cock.
His legs can't really move much, but his arms stiffen as he feels Alfred's tongue on his cock. His hands clutch the bits of Alfred's body on top of him with firm fingertips.
"Don't be afraid to get rough," Ivar manages to get out, the pleasant sensation of Alfred's hair on his skin intermingled with the feeling of his tongue. "I don't mind teeth and nails being used." Alfred seems far too gentle to do such treatment unprompted, but maybe with a bit of encouragement he will.
Alfred looks up at Ivar at the words and he raises a brow. He isn’t particularly inclined to being rough but he also is a bit of a people pleaser so he likes knowing what it is that Ivar likes. “Why am I not surprised?” He murmurs against Ivar’s cock.
He draws his tongue along the length of his cock again and then draws the tip into his mouth, sucking it teasingly at first, not taking him in further as his hands move over Ivar’s stomach, nails lightly scraping against the defined muscles.
Alfred's reaction gets a huff of a laugh out of Ivar, though it was much more than that as he reacted to the sensation of Alfred's tongue on his cock.
One of his hands moves over Alfred's head, burying itself in his long hair. He runs his fingers through it, running his hand along his scalp until it reaches the ends of his hair. Then he does it again and again.
Alfred makes a quiet sound of contentment, very near a purr if a human could, letting the vibrations tease the other's cock as he lowers his head. The hand in his hair, along his scalp leaves his head tingling and warmth flooding through him as he focuses on sucking the other's length.
His hands aren't idle as he takes him as deep as he can before pulling back and bobbing as he traces the ridges of muscles, one hand sliding lower, gripping his hip briefly before cupping the other's sac, massaging firm as if to test Ivar's reaction to the attention.
The feeling of his length in Alfred's mouth is just what Ivar wants. There's a low groan of contentment from him. For once, he's not thinking of the pain in his body or how ashamed he is of the sight of his legs. All the attention leaves Ivar aching and he knows he's going to come soon.
Alfred relishes the groan that he pulls from Ivar and he continues to suck him but when he thought he was getting to close he pulled away, his fingers wrapping around the base of his cock firmly as he lapped at the tip before shifting to kiss his stomach, slowly crawling up over him. He was careful not to press against his legs as he did.
His hands moved to undo his own pants then working them off and tossed to the side as his tongue brushes over Ivar's nipple, sucking it but drawing his teeth over it.
Ivar has never had anyone have such care for making sure that he was going to have a good time during sex. Not that it had happened often, but usually, Ivar was just worried about being able to perform. Now, he'd finally found someone who was making him enjoy himself. "Alfred..." He says his name the way a man might say the name of God: with spiritual reverence.
It brings chills to his skin when Alfred's teeth are on him. He reaches down, drawing Alfred's head back up gently so that he can kiss him again.
Alfred's eyes flick up to Ivar when he hears his name and he likes the way it sounds on Ivar's lips just then. He lets the other teen pull him back up, pressing his hips down to Ivar's to rub against him, more teasing than really providing any substantial friction as he kisses him.
Ivar bucks up a little, as much as his body's limited mobility is capable of at the all-too-brief feeling of Alfred's skin rubbing up against him. Ivar ran his nails down over Alfred's shoulders and down his arms with a firmness designed to bring goosebumps to the surface while still providing a little pleasure with the pain.
He's ready and eager now for Alfred to fuck him senseless. If he doesn't have the words for it right now, at least his body language should tell him all he needs to know.
Alfred could feel the need that coursed through Ivar and his body ached too. There's still a great deal of hesitance and trepidation, worry of hurting him somehow. It's clear to him how easy it would be to injure him. But his hands search out a hidden stash of lube and a condom, he works on the condom first and then his fingers are covered in lube.
He reaches to press his fingers to Ivar's entrance, rubbing against it before slipping too fingers inside, usually he wouldn't be so quick but there's a tell-tale in the way that Ivar moves that he's impatient, that he'd probably like it that way and Alfred enjoys pleasing a partner more than anything else.
When Alfred enters him, Ivar's back arcs upwards. It could almost be mistaken for a a spasm of pain since it's coupled with such a sharp intake of breath. But it soon becomes clear he's in throes of pleasure rather than agony. Having Alfred's fingers inside of him provides that same mixing of pain and pleasure that he loves.
He leans up again, biting down lightly on Alfred's shoulder to show that he's enjoying himself, and to make sure Alfred continues to feel the same way.
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He doesn't doubt Ivar's ability to make his wants clear, though.
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“How do you usually...” He flushes because well the implication of the question could be considered offensive... though probably not by Ivar
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His face flushes and he looks off to the side, not quite meeting Alfred's eyes. "I can't really top if that's what you're asking." He's always tended to be frank with his sexual partners because otherwise things had a tendency to go bad real fast if someone wasn't informed. "But it's not like my bones are going to shatter into a thousand pieces just from sex." Being young and horny tended to thankfully give him a lot of stamina for moments like this.
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It feels awkward to ask questions. Alfred's not vastly experienced but he's no virgin either but he's never had a partner with a condition like Ivar's and his compassionate nature has a million questions running through his head but he settles on asking just one. He figures Ivar's pride can survive that. "Tell me what you like best while I'm busy," he says, his eyes mischievous and he leans down, hair falling forward and brushing over Ivar's hip as his tongue swipes up the underside of Ivar's cock.
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"Don't be afraid to get rough," Ivar manages to get out, the pleasant sensation of Alfred's hair on his skin intermingled with the feeling of his tongue. "I don't mind teeth and nails being used." Alfred seems far too gentle to do such treatment unprompted, but maybe with a bit of encouragement he will.
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He draws his tongue along the length of his cock again and then draws the tip into his mouth, sucking it teasingly at first, not taking him in further as his hands move over Ivar’s stomach, nails lightly scraping against the defined muscles.
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One of his hands moves over Alfred's head, burying itself in his long hair. He runs his fingers through it, running his hand along his scalp until it reaches the ends of his hair. Then he does it again and again.
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His hands aren't idle as he takes him as deep as he can before pulling back and bobbing as he traces the ridges of muscles, one hand sliding lower, gripping his hip briefly before cupping the other's sac, massaging firm as if to test Ivar's reaction to the attention.
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His hands moved to undo his own pants then working them off and tossed to the side as his tongue brushes over Ivar's nipple, sucking it but drawing his teeth over it.
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It brings chills to his skin when Alfred's teeth are on him. He reaches down, drawing Alfred's head back up gently so that he can kiss him again.
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He's ready and eager now for Alfred to fuck him senseless. If he doesn't have the words for it right now, at least his body language should tell him all he needs to know.
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He reaches to press his fingers to Ivar's entrance, rubbing against it before slipping too fingers inside, usually he wouldn't be so quick but there's a tell-tale in the way that Ivar moves that he's impatient, that he'd probably like it that way and Alfred enjoys pleasing a partner more than anything else.
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He leans up again, biting down lightly on Alfred's shoulder to show that he's enjoying himself, and to make sure Alfred continues to feel the same way.