a rough town

[ofanotherera]

London is trouble on every corner. Tommy has been shown this, time and again, but all the same, Sabini's men manage to find him on the wrong side of the Camden road, and from there it's all blood and bad fortune, for everyone involved in the little dustup.

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[ofanotherera]

Alfie hooks his fingers into Tommy's mouth, pushing down against his tongue, and gives a soft little jerk with his wrist.

Down.

"Knees."

[bleak_midwinter]

He goes, wanting to do it gracefully but feeling a sharp twinge in his ribs that makes him go down, hard, knees thunking on the floor. He looks up at Alfie with those big, blue eyes, already softening, melting for him.

[ofanotherera]

"Tommy, be honest. Are you too scared right now to let me have that mouth?"

Drawing his thumb over it.

"I know what I want, but I'm not sure that it's quite what you need." But, fisting a hand in his hair, the side away from that newly staunched cut. "Talk. Out loud."

[bleak_midwinter]

The request takes just enough fear out of him- he shows Alfie, first off, by chasing that thumb by just a centimeter. He lets it go in favor of speaking, feeling incredibly grateful for the question, the consideration, for Alfie.

"I've never done it before," he has to admit, and that's frightening. But right now, behind this door, the rest of the fear he feels is good. An edge, not something to paralyze him. "I want it."

He thinks, perhaps, that Alfie needs him to say it in order to be able to go on and enjoy this, so he reaches up, curls one bruised hand around Alfie's hips, and says, "Please."

[ofanotherera]

"All right."

Rubbing his thumb over Tommy's lip, then over his cheekbone. The one he still desperately wants to bruise up, with a slap or two. He reaches for his fly, instead.

"You won't be able to breathe all of the time, but just remember; I'm not going to kill you. You can't die from it."

[bleak_midwinter]

He nods, where he would usually roll his eyes are surge forward to prove himself. He just nods, digs his fingertips in just a little deeper. It's not eagerness: just willingness, curiosity, and a bit of excitement.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie holds him by the jaw for a second longer, remembering how he'd responded to that earlier, and strips his vest, then his suspenders off to hang. He opens his trousers, pulls himself out, half hard already, and reaches forward to take Tommy by the hair.

"Good lad."

[bleak_midwinter]

He still has to anchor himself with his hand on Alfie's hip, but other than the can close his eyes, lean in, and suck the head of his cock into his mouth.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie breathes out, slow and steady, and gives his scalp an approving scratch, still avoiding that cut.

"That's better, isn't it? There we are."

[bleak_midwinter]

There is more blood to be found on his neck, and bruises to boot, but those won't be relevant right now. Right now he circles his thumb on Alfie's hipbone and starts sucking, trying to remember the times this was done for him. Not often, really- British girls tend not to, even the prostitutes. But he knows what's good for him, broadly.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie lets out an appreciative breath, and swells, slowly, in his mouth. He growls his appreciation, and moves, thrusting, just shallowly.

"Tuck your teeth away, love."

[bleak_midwinter]

It's hopelessly arousing to feel Alfie getting hard inside of him, and he moans at that- at the little name, again. He does as he's told, for now not moving, letting Alfie set the pace as he presses his tongue flat against the heat of him.

[ofanotherera]

Another few thrusts, and he's most of the way erect, stroking and soothing, gentling him as he starts to move deeper and deeper.

"That's it, that's it now-"

[bleak_midwinter]

He opens his eyes as Alfie starts moving deeper- he's curious whether he wants Tommy to move, or if he prefers him keeping still. He decides to test it, eyes still open, by bobbing his head a little.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie glances down at him in surprise, as though he'd forgotten he was a participant in this, and smiles, though it's difficult to say for sure if that's the case behind his beard.

"Good."

Reserved, quiet praise.

[bleak_midwinter]

It's hard to see in the dim light, anyway, but Tommy doesn't need to see the smile in order to hear it. He does it again, with some confidence, eyes slipping back shut. He hadn't expected the praise to shudder down his spine, but there it is.

[ofanotherera]

"Open wider."

He orders him, taking him by the jaw again, holding him still, having to stoop a little- but it's worth it, for how it feels to fuck into his mouth, to take him this way, with how lovely he looks, wide eyed and bloodstained.

[bleak_midwinter]

Quite quickly he chokes- just a little, but enough that it makes his jaw spasm underneath Alfie's hand. He keeps his eyes closed, though, and lets his jaw drop further.

[ofanotherera]

"Fuck." Alfie says, appreciatively, and pushes deeper, with little regard for him- except it isn't quite that, because he is paying attention. Maybe it's more fair to call it deliberate sadism.

"That's the way, love, just-"

Holding him by the hair now, nudging him back against the wall and boxing him in with his strong legs.

[bleak_midwinter]

On his knees, feeling the cold of the wall against his bruised back and the heat of Alfie's body against his front, he doesn't notice the care Alfie is taking with him. All he knows, by now, is how good it feels, how he wants it more, deeper-

It's exactly right. The only shiver of fear that still runs through him is the anticipation of breathlessness, of choking, which he does every time Alfie pushes deep enough. The rest of it is pleasured pain, and every time Alfie pulls out he moans, softly.

[ofanotherera]

"Good boy, good boy, good fucking-"

Jesus. He spasms, grabs him hard by the hair, and comes, deep in his mouth, holding his face turned up so he can see the tears in his eyes when it chokes him.

[bleak_midwinter]

He hadn't even noticed the steady trickle of them down his cheeks, but when Alfie grabs him and then comes- swelling in his mouth, spasming, making Tommy choke on his come, comes- they flow freely. He's not even sure all of it is a purely physical response. Somewhere he knows Alfie wants to see it, so he opens his eyes halfway through, big and blue and hurt and, now, a little more afraid now that he can feel his lungs run out of air.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie rocks forward, taken by an aftershock at just the sight, then pulls out so he can get a gasp or two in.

He tucks his prick away, and then reaches for a handkerchief, finding the spare to clean him back up.

[bleak_midwinter]

He is shivering and shaking where he is, doesn't even think to close his mouth until Alfie starts cleaning him up. When he does he wipes weakly at the come tricking down his jaw, and then looks at Alfie.

This was so- so different from last time. His throat is sore and he feels like he spent half an hour crying, but it's good, it's warm and heady and he did good.

[ofanotherera]

"Oh," says Alfie, stroking him again, and then bending down to take him gently by the arms, to help him to his feet, and into the kitchen.

"Come along, Mister Shelby. You aren't in any state to leave here tonight, so you'll have to let me clean you up."