Free Convincing Arthur by Ava March

left, reaching
    into the bedside table drawer to grab the bottle of oil.
    With his shoulders pressed to the bed, Arthur lifted his hips higher, presenting
    Leopold with his arse. The head of his thick, hard prick brushed the sheets. His ballocks
    were so tight they kissed the smooth expanse of skin beneath that well-prepared hole.
    A quick swipe of his hand slicked his own cock. Tossing the bottle aside, he
    grabbed hold of Arthur's hips and eased inside.
    Tight, searing heat gripped his length, then relaxed just enough to pull him in.
    Damn, Arthur knew how to take a cock. He had to grit his teeth as he eased back to
    start thrusting. Two strokes, and he knew he wouldn't last long. He never did when he
    fucked another man. It was used more for a quick climax, so he could switch and get
    fucked until he came again. A mere warm-up for yet more pleasure. Still, he typically
    managed a handful of minutes.
    But this wasn't just any man. This was Arthur.
    His hoarse groans of pleasure. His sweat-slicked skin under his hands. Him
    beneath Leopold.
    He let the orgasm race through him. He didn't even attempt to hold it back but
    savored the blinding rush of sensation as he spilled deep within Arthur.
    Gasping for breath, he dropped down and plied Arthur once again with his
    tongue, swirling it over the sensitive flesh, keeping him poised at the height of pleasure.
    Arthur bucked and cursed, his body tightening beneath his hands as if to twist away,
    but Leopold held him steady as he lapped up the remnants of his own climax, reveling
    in the crude act. The way it made him feel so goddamn wicked. So stripped free of
    every inhibition.
    “Damn.” A quick, harsh hiss. “ Fuck !” Arthur wrenched free of his hold.

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    He quickly leaned back to avoid a knee in the jaw as Arthur turned over to stare at
    him, his chest heaving, his cock so hard it brushed his sculpted abdomen. Leopold
    licked his lips, wanting to swipe that bead of fluid from the needy head.
    “Hell, is there anything you won't do?”
    “No. Nothing. Now fuck me. Please.”
    A feral growl filled the room. The next instant Arthur was on top of him.
    Crouched between Leopold's thighs, Arthur grabbed his semierect prick. “Gladly, but
    let me get you hard first.”
    He shook his head and reached left, hand coasting over the sheet. “Your cock will
    get me hard again.” Where the hell had he tossed that bottle? He tried the right side, his
    fingers finally closing over smooth glass.
    Arthur leaned back on his knees and took the bottle. “I can manage it. I think
    you've done enough work for one night.”
    “It's not work, I assure you.”
    A smile tipped Arthur's lips, his hazel eyes crinkling at the edges. “No, it isn't. Is
    it?”
    God, no. Never with Arthur. Leopold shimmied, tilting his hips and grabbing
    under his knees to pull his legs up. He watched with bated breath as Arthur poured a
    generous amount of oil onto his palm. Then Arthur thoroughly coated his hole. So slick
    and luscious. His eyelids fluttered, his muscles beginning to relax even before Arthur
    pushed a finger inside.
    Bracing his weight on one arm, he bent his head to Leopold's chest. Sucked and
    licked one nipple as his fingers slowly slid in and out.
    Much too slowly.
    He wrapped his legs around Arthur's hard waist, tugged on his shoulders. He
    wanted Arthur's cock in him. Now. Wanted to feel those powerful thrusts. “I'm ready.
    Fuck me.”

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    “Not yet,” Arthur said; his breath fanned Leopold's wet nipple, teasing the tip. He
    pushed a third finger inside: twisting, scissoring, carefully working his entrance.
    But it was a poor substitute for the real thing.
    A sigh of gratitude expanded his chest as a blunt pressure pushed against his hole.
    Arthur had barely breached the perimeter when he abruptly stopped, his once-
    heavily lidded eyes flaring wide. “Christ, I can still feel you.”
    Leopold couldn't help but smile, even as his body screamed for