Midnight Buzz

7 Voicing out Fantasies

Arthur tensed as he felt hands slowly touch their way down his chest, instead looking around and seeing an open door through the hall. He walked towards it, pursing his lips back as Francis began to mumble in his ear and rub him under his jacket.

He walked into the bedroom and leaned down, carefully dropping Francis onto his bed. Feeling the legs unhook from behind him, arms meek above his sides, Arthur moved back and shucked off his shoes as he took off his jacket carelessly.

Francis grinned, legs spread as he leaned up onto his elbows. He bit his lip joyously as he let his eyes wander and explore the newly exposed skin Arthur unveiled as he stripped. He watched as the jacket fell to the floor and sat up quickly, beating the other's hands to the bottom hem of his shirt.

He sat up on his knees and smiled, keeping one hand firm against Arthur's abdomen as the other grabbed his hand. Francis looked up to watch him as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of his palm, glancing down and giving into a slow whisper against the skin. "Allow me."

Arthur swallowed at the gaze, mind already travelling the many other ways he could get Francis to look up at him on his knees. He kept watching his face, not faulting his stare as Francis lifted off his shirt. He raised his arms and chucked it off to the floor after, indulging in the sight of Francis kissing down the center of his torso.

Francis let his hands settle at Arthur's hips, planting slow and caring kisses down his stomach and abdomen to the band of his jeans. He grinned and removed one of his hands, palming the others crotch through the material of his pants, as he looked up to Arthur's face with sensual admiration.

"The first time I saw you, at the coffee shop, the only thing that came to mind was whether you had a girlfriend or not."

Arthur stared, trying to understand where all this was coming from. He gave into a huff of a chuckle and smiled lightly, taking one of his hands and using it to brush Francis' hair out of his face. Feeling the other palm and caress his crotch through his jeans wasn't quite enough yet. "Really?"

Francis nodded with a soft hum, undoing the button of his jeans and rubbing the skin of Arthur's abdomen. "Mhm.. I've always had a thing for piercings, as well. When I saw you, I was certain you either had to have somebody, or you didn't swing."

Arthur listened intently, working to process all the new information he had just heard; but all his conscious thought in that moment was ripped away from him as he felt Francis' use his teeth to slowly bring down the zipper of his jeans. He licked his lips. "Did you, now?"

Francis glanced up and gave into a soft smile, nodding and letting his gaze sink down to the tent in Arthur's underwear. He let his hand stroke and fondle the developing length, biting his lip in thought.

"I was sure you didn't swing. But I was more, more than willing to suck you off behind the counter and let you fuck me on top of the corner booth, to try and change your mind."

Arthur's mind went blank, entranced with those images corrupting his thoughts. He looked down quickly as he felt Francis pull down his underwear and jeans, pushing them off mid-thigh, and hold onto the base of his cock while he pressed firm kisses to his head and shaft; looking straight up, with false innocent eyes and a sweet tone.

"I couldn't stop thinking about it. I loved the idea of getting you your coffee, inviting you behind the counter, and having you fuck my mouth as payment. I would have loved it - as a substitute for money from you."

Arthur watched, trapped in some form of trance as he listened to Francis coo those filthy thoughts as he dragged his tongue across his dick. He swallowed heavily, wetting his lips and pulling his hair back a little tighter. He gave into a distracted nod, eyes fixated on the sight under him.

Francis smiled against his cock and gave into a chuckle, stroking the underside of his dick with his tongue and stroking his base with his hand.

"... Letting you cum all over my face while holding my hair back, or swallowing every drop that leaks from your tip..."

Arthur's lips parted in a quiet gasp, hearing those words said against his cock, and feeling it be succumbed by Francis' hot mouth. He bit his lip and observed, playing with the others hair as Francis began to suck him off.

Francis looked up and gave into a meek smile, taking in as much of the others cock as he could, eyebrows furrowing helplessly as his gaze turned wanting and willing. He put all of his attention onto Arthur's reactions, making short transitions between smothering the others large cock with his tongue and bobbing his head; giving gentle groans whenever he felt the cock go too far back in his mouth.

Arthur chewed his bottom lip, observing as one hand maintained firm in Francis' hair, absolutely indulging in the sight of him nose-deep, engulfed in his cock. His mind fancied the idea of fucking him at the coffee shop, having Francis pantless in his uniform against the booth; legs spread wide on his back as he pounded into the barista, face red and moans echoing through the room.

Francis moaned against Arthur's cock as he felt the others hand pull at his hair, tugging his head back roughly off of his dick. Looking up instantly, face heated and eyes hooded from the sudden disruption, his gaze scattered across the others face out of confusion as he panted.

Arthur removed the hand from his hair and moved back, taking off his pants and underwear fully, before hastily reintroducing contact between him and Francis by pushing him back down on the bed and standing between his spread legs.