Love Unexpected (Yaoi Smut)

First Night

I first saw him outside of the coffee shop, blonde hair glistening in the winter sun, his brown overcoat and red scarf, puffs of his breath visible in the chilled air. Call it fate or accident, the boy slipped on a patch of ice nearby, saving himself from a fall but gasping as his bag hits the ground, his belongings spilling at his feet. A look of embarrassment crosses the boy's feminine face as he bends down to gather his things, and I reach to help him. After a moment I stand beside him, handing him a loose pile of paper. He takes it from me graciously, smiling wide before rushing hurriedly away. I go back to my drink, thinking of his beauty when I notice a small, laminated rectangle standing out against the snow. A license, clearly, with a name (Alphonse Leyin), an address and a phone number printed on it, along with some other information. I wipe the snow off of it on my jeans and put it in my pocket, intending to call him when I get home.
~{A few hours later}~
I hold the phone nervously, never one good with attractive people, slowly dialing his number. It's picked up after a few tones with a soft click.
"H-hello?" He says, probably nervous about the unknown number.
"Hi, I met you at the coffee shop this morning, you dropped your-"
"Oh thank God, did you find my license? "
I chuckle for a moment.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted me to run it over to you"
"Please, and thank you so much, um, what's your name?"
"Adrian"
"Well thank you, I'll be waiting at the door"
I hang up and drive to his apartment, reaching his door, knocking and waiting patiently. He answers wearing a sweater and shorts, the sweater loose around his thin frame. Al suddenly hugs me warmly, thanking me happily before accepting the licence. He stands nervously and as I start to turn around he speaks,
"H-hey Adrian, do you... Maybe want to come in? Have a drink?"
I turn back around, stepping towards him,
"I'd love to!"
He directs me to sit on a plush couch in front of the wall mounted TV as he walks to the kitchen. After a minute he comes back in holding a bottle of Chardonnay and a pair of wine glasses . Alphonse sits beside me, pouring us both a glass and handing one to me, which I take a long glup of. For the next couple of hours we site like this, beside each other, drinking wine and watching crappy horror movies on Netflix. Late at night, a few hours since I arrived, he starts to get touchy, grabbing my arm when he gets scared and hiding his face in my chest when it gets gory. At one point he falls into my lap, looking up at me for a sign of protest. Instead, I take him into my arms and smile. Al snuggles up to me, his head finding it's way to the crook of my neck. A little while later his thin figure is pressed against my own, my arms around him. He slowly looks back at me, blushing and moving his lips ever so slowly to my own. I close the gap and kiss him back deeply, passionately as my hands find his hips, grasping softly. He squeaks in response, biting my lip softly. He relaxes, letting me climb on top of him, playfully cupping his intimates. Alphonse moans my name quietly, tilting his head back to expose the soft flesh of his neck. I lean down, kissing and nipping slowly, pressing circles with my tongue. Suddenly, he leans me back, and his fingers are unzipping my pants and wrapping skillfully around my throbbing member. I moan softly as he starts to kiss and suck the tip, his tongue dancing across faster, and his lips gradually moving down the shaft. He starts to bob up and down slowly, humming every so often to send shivers down my manhood. As he moves faster, he flicks his tongue in circles around my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my climax. I grasp his hair and moan his name,
"Alphonse... I-I'm really close, baby!"
In response he simply moves faster, sucking harder and harder. I moan erratically as I fill his mouth with my hot cream. He cleans my member off, showing me the orgasm on his tongue before winking and swallowing it all, licking his lips seductively. He kisses me, then lays back down, pressing his butt against my clothed member. When he starts to relax I quickly move my hand down to tease his hole, squeaks and moans suddenly pouring from his lips. I push two fingers inside him, pressing against his most sensitive spot. He arches his back, calling for more, which I deliver, pressing harder against his spot. After only a few minutes he moans loudly, a white stain forming on his shorts. I wipe a little up with my other hand and lick it off, smiling at him.
"No undies?"
He blushes and snuggles up to me, breathing hard. I kiss him and hold him close, smiling and still enjoying the orgasmic bliss. Without really meaning to, we drift off in each other's arms, remaining that way until the morning...