office party

[ofanotherera]

It goes almost just as Alfie would have expected. He ends up spending the most of the night with cocky, hotshot second year associates trying to subtly talk themselves up, and him grinding his teeth and holding an incongruously delicate champagne glass- then eventually trading it for a tumbler of scotch.

When Tommy finally springs him, he puts a warm arm around his waist, give him a kiss on the throat, just below his ear, and walks him out of the place just like that, standing tall against the stairs, and nobly waiting untl he gets to the elevator to chuckle.

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[bleak_midwinter]

He smiles against Alfie's mouth, brittle but present, and kisses him back briefly.

"On my side, your chest against my back." Which is intimate, and slow and sweet and just what he needs.

[ofanotherera]

"Good."

Alfie murmurs, rocking over, to gently, carefully deposit Tommy on the mattress. He smooths his hands along his shoulders, kisses his ear, his throat, the side and nape of his neck, as he coaxes him over and up onto his side.

When he wants, he has no shortage of tenderness in him.

[bleak_midwinter]

He sighs softly, and draws up one knee so Alfie can push inside when he wants to. He is perfectly calm now, and the other man's ministrations make him feel warm and pliant.

"What do you think of the most? When you're alone?" Now, he notices: his voice is hoarse and raspy, and the knowledge of the reason makes him shiver.

[ofanotherera]

He thinks about this, as he presses in, holding Tommy's thigh and lifting his leg a little higher, pulling him ever so slightly up and into the thrust.

"You, at the point of overstimulation. When your great big eyes go bright and glassy."

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets out a soft whisper of a moan, closes his eyes and rolls with Alfie as much as he wants. It amuses him, distantly, in a flattered sort of way, how often Alfie speaks of his eyes.

"You push those expressions out of me."

[ofanotherera]

"I know. That's what I like. I like taking your body and wringing it-"

Rocking his hips up, starting a slow rhythm, taking care to reach around, tweak his nipples, one, then the other, short pinches and tugs to get him shivering.

[bleak_midwinter]

"All the way to the edge," he rasps, and he arches his back, chasing Alfie's hands. Some fire returns to him, but it just leaves him shivering and pleasantly excited instead of desperate.

[ofanotherera]

"That's it-"

He purrs to him, returning to holding him splayed open, to kissing along his ear, and to enjoying how he feels.

"I am possessive of you, my lovely thing."

[bleak_midwinter]

"I would let no one else be possessive but you." He talks with his eyes shut, and like this the stretch if Alfie inside of him is even better.

[ofanotherera]

He stops murmuring to him as he picks up speed, finding a rhythm he likes and keeping at him, even though it's very late, even though he's very tired.

Eventually, he grunts, and rolls Tommy over onto his front, sliding overtop of him and bending to kiss his ear, his shoulder, the nape of his neck, before starting again.

[bleak_midwinter]

Little grunts escape him as Alfie takes him, as he pillows his head on his arms and pushes back, arching and rolling and tending his thighs.

He remembers how quick Alfie is to come when Tommy talks to him, pleads with him, and so he starts up: soft words of please and yes and Come, Alfie, I want you to come inside of me.

[ofanotherera]

It isn't much longer. He buries his face against Tommy's shoulder, growls, and finishes, with his usual last few jarring movements, as the last of his control goes.

"Tommy-"

[bleak_midwinter]

He loves the few seconds before Alfie comes- he's crude and rough and harsh over his back, and he is all Alfie, all his.

"Alfie," he replies, softly, an answer and a confirmation.

[ofanotherera]

Chest heaving, he settles down next to him, a heavy arm snagged around his waist, a few more soft kisses along his back.

"Tommy."

[bleak_midwinter]

He draws Alfie's hand up for a kiss, brushing his fingers with his lips.

"Talk tomorrow?"

[ofanotherera]

"Yeah."

Arm curling a little tighter around him.

"'cept I should clean us up. Wait here."

While he goes to find a damp washcloth.

[bleak_midwinter]

He's half asleep by the time Alfie comes back, murmuring in soft contentment when he feels the washcloth. There are bruises on his ribs, chest, and a slight dusting of purple on his neck, by now. He feels none of it- is happy to be cleaned up, to have Alfie with him all the faster.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie gets him all neat, and then tosses the washcloth at the hamper and crawls in beside him, dragging the blanket up to keep out the night's cold.