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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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.