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Alfred let Arthur stew in his thoughts for the rest of the day, using his last break to run across town and get the last of the supplies he would need. Then, when they were nearing the of the work day and the building was beginning to sink into silence as everyone began to leave, Alfred poked his head around Arthur's office door and asked, “Sir?”
Arthur, who was trying to finish up some editing before they both called it a day, glanced up. His mouth almost tilted into a smile before his boss seemed to remember himself and it twisted into a look of forced annoyance.
“What is it?”
Alfred came further into the room. “I was wondering if you wanted a cup of coffee before calling it a day?” Alfred asked.
Arthur raised an eyebrow at him before shaking his head. “I already drank that sugary thing you got me this afternoon, Alfred, I don't think-”
“But that was just a lesson, sir,” Alfred said, and watched Arthur place his pen down deliberately. “Now that I've taught you how to drink coffee, we should enjoy one together from our new machine!”
Arthur gave him a look that was halfway annoyed and halfway defeated before he said, “Fine.”
“Great!” Alfred said, smiling widely. “I'll go start a pot.”
Alfred retreated into the break room and flipped the switch on the coffee machine, having already put it together before approaching Arthur. Then, in the time it took for the machine to actually make it, Alfred darted into the bathroom and changed into the outfit he'd brought with him for his thank you gift to Arthur. It didn't take him too long, but he folded his work clothes up neatly lest Arthur throw a fit about it, and then he peaked out the door to make sure Arthur hadn't wandered out of his office for any reason within the past five minutes.
When the coast was clear, he slipped out of the bathroom and began assembling a tray with Arthur's coffee. Then he took a deep breath, let his patented smile lift his cheeks cheerfully and headed into his boss's office.
It took a long couple seconds for Arthur to raise his head. When he did, Alfred was incredibly pleased to watch the pen fall from his slack fingers, his eyes widen as they roved up and down Alfred's body, and his mouth open just enough for his slightly rough exhale to stutter from his lips.
Alfred had donned a waiter uniform to serve Arthur his coffe, but it was slightly different from the norm in that the only part he'd kept of the traditional uniform was the apron itself. He'd toyed around with the idea of cutting the collar off and keeping the tie, but he'd shrugged it off as unimportant. He had, however, managed to find a pair of cute little bear ears on a headband and had thrown those on for the hell of it. The tray he held in his hand was laden with an actual cup of coffee, a sugar bowl and a small pitcher of milk (though to be completely honest, he really hoped these items would become irrelevant fairly soon).
He started forward after a sufficient pause, making his way to Arthur's side and setting the tray down on his desk in what little free space there was. Arthur followed him with his eyes, his body frozen where it was in his chair.
“Your coffee, sir,” Alfred said, and let a smile work itself across his face when Arthur's breath hitched a bit, body turning slightly toward Alfred. “As you requested.”
“What-” Arthur started, cutting himself off abruptly. “You-” he tried again, with little success.
“Yes, sir?” Alfred asked, leaning closer just a bit and watching the steadily rising blush flow across his boss's cheeks with great amusement. “Do you need anything else?”
“Uhm,” Arthur said.
“Oh!” Alfred chimed, straightening a bit and looking at the tray. “I forgot a spoon; I'll go get one.”
He turned and headed for the door, knowing full well that Arthur's eyes were on him as he presented his backside to the man. He grabbed the spoon he'd left deliberately on the counter of the lunchroom and hurried back, smile on his face as he came back to the desk to find Arthur relatively unmoved from his frozen postion. “Got it!” he said happily, setting it beside the cup on the tray.
Arthur didn't move an inch, so Alfred took it upon himself to make the coffee for him. “Is this enough milk, sir?” he asked, pouring enough in to make it a light brown in color. “It can be a bit stiff if you don't put enough in.”
Arthur nodded rather distractedly, his gaze seemingly stuck somewhere around Alfred's hips. Alfred added the sugar, stirred it with the spoon he'd just retrieved and held the cup out for his boss. “Here you are, sir.”
Arthur took it in his hands, still silent, and made to bring it to his mouth as if on autopilot. “Careful,” Alfred said, placing his hand on Arthur's. “It's hot. Let me blow it for you.”
Alfred was very thankful Arthur's chair did not have armrests on them, because it made it much easier to slide onto the man's lap without spilling the coffee held between them. He took it from Arthur's hands, settled himself comfortably and blew a gentle breath across the hot liquid as he tried not to give into the urge to just start humping Arthur's crotch outright. He'd been anticipating this all day and was more than a little horny as a result, and if the hardness he felt through the thin fabric of his apron was any indication, his outfit had done it's job splendidly and Arthur was beginning to get just as excited about this as Alfred was.
He blew across the coffee one more time and then offered it back to Arthur with a smile, only to find his boss was staring him right in the eye. His blush had lessened a bit and Alfred felt the distinct press of slender fingers at his hips as Arthur deliberately rested his hands there.
“Put the cup down, Alfred,” Arthur said in a low voice, slightly rough but nonetheless demanding.
Alfred did as he was told, leaning to the side and slightly forward into Arthur's lap as he strained to place the cup back on the desk without spilling, choosing to place it on the L curve of the desk; off to the side and out of the way. Just in case. When he settled onto his bosses lap once more, his arms went to the back of the chair and he slid himself comfortably close to Arthur as he waited for the man's next move.
After a long pause, Arthur said, “You are wearing an apron.”
“Yes,” Alfred answered, shifting his hips to grind slightly into Arthur's. The man's eyes closed for a brief moment and Alfred bit his lip. “I hear it's proper attire for waiters.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow at him, even though his cheeks darkened slightly. “There's- there's nothing proper about your outfit,” he argued.
Alfred just smiled, leaned closer and slid his hips tantalizingly against his boss, feet finding purchase on the floor on either side of the chair.
“The whipped cream and the burnt finger,” Arthur said lowly, breath hitching when Alfred's grinding picked up in pace. “The- ah.... that whole thing where you literally had- hng oral sex with your fucking coffee- haaah...it was all- hng.”
“Mmhmm,” Alfred agreed, dropping his mouth to Arthur's neck and licking a line up to his ear slowly.
Arthur hummed deep in his throat and Alfred was sure that if he'd opened his mouth, it would've been a moan. Arthur's hands slid from where they rested on Alfred's hips, down to cup Alfred's bare ass and squeeze, parting his cheeks slightly as he did so. He turned his head toward Alfred and asked, “Are you sure?”
Alfred let his breath skitter out on his exhale, straight into Arthur's ear, before he answered, “Wouldn't've come in here with nothin' but an apron on otherwise.” And he thrust his hips down, rubbing himself firmly against Arthur in an attempt to clearly show the man how far gone he was.
“Well then,” Arthur said roughly, then stood abruptly and pushed Alfred onto the desk, and he was very glad indeed that he'd had the foresight to move the coffee out of the way Arthur stood, placed both hands on the desk and leaned in, lips going for Alfred's with no hesitance. Alfred let his mouth fall open under Arthur's assault, tongue dovetailing as their kiss deepened in intensity and Alfred was pushed back slightly from the force of it. Arthur's hands began to wander then, up Alfred's bare thighs and under his apron, fingers winding patterns on the insides of his thighs tortuously before wrapping around his cock and stealing the breath from his lungs. Alfred let his head drop back, away from Arthur's kiss, and enjoyed the sensation of long fingers pumping his cock, breath coming in rasps.
Alfred heard the clink of a belt and pulled himself up straight to see Arthur undoing his pants one handed, eyes focused on Alfred's even as he tried to keep a steady rhythm with the hand that was jerking him off. Alfred leaned forward, hands going to help him with the fly, and then Arthur's pants were around his ankles and he was stepping out of them as fast as he could, socks and shoes still on. Once freed, Arthur's lips found Alfred's again and his hand slowed on Alfred's cock, trailing up over his hip to trace the lines of the apron's ties.
Alfred's hands moved back to untie it, but Arthur stopped him, breaking free from their kiss to murmur, “Leave it on, luv.”
“Whatever you say, sir,” Alfred mumbled, letting his mouth quirk up into a smirk when the comment made Arthur growl before claiming his lips roughly again. The kiss ended just as abruptly and Arthur backed off, fingers trailing across Alfred's thighs as he backed away and sat heavily in his chair, legs spread as his erection lay full and hard against his lower stomach. Alfred let his eyes trail down and he licked his lower lip as his hand slipped into the front pocket of his apron. His fingers closed around the small bottle he'd placed there and he brought it out slowly, eyes still on Arthur's cock, and held it out.
Arthur hummed in appreciation and took the bottle of lube from Alfred's hand, then crooked his finger at him and beckoned. Alfred grinned and obeyed, straddling him with ease as Arthur poured lube onto his fingertips. Alfred leaned forward, lips ghosting over Arthur's cheek as he lifted his ass slightly, waiting for Arthur to take the hint. Cool fingers circled his entrance twice before a slick digit slid into him, thrusting in and out shallowly as Alfred closed his eyes and pressed his mouth to the side of Arthur's head, breathing in the scent of his hair.
The finger left him only to be replaced by two, scissoring slowly until the pain started to fade into that familiar ache that drove him crazy. A particularly hard thrust had Arthur's fingers finding his prostate and as they brushed against it, Alfred let his mouth open in a moan, hips thrusting back to meet the fingers, hand tightening where they held on to Arthur's shirt. He was ready, he was, but god he wanted Arthur to do that again and-
“Arthur- please,” Alfred murmured, lips pressed against the shell of his ear and not entirely certain exactly what he was asking for.
But Arthur hummed in response and Alfred felt the fingers slip free reluctantly, trailing across his cheek as they went to grip his hips.
“Hold on, I have to-” Arthur mumbled, pushing Alfred back a bit so he could get a hand in between them. Alfred glanced down with glazed eyes and watched Arthur pump his own cock, slicking himself up and letting a groan slip from his mouth as he did so. Alfred's hand slid down to take over, brushing Arthur's out of the way entirely, and Arthur let him do it, arching into him as Alfred coated the man's cock in lube. When he'd waited long enough, he guided Arthur to his entrance and let go, sinking down slowly as Arthur's hands came up to grip at him.
“Oh, shit,” Arthur hissed, slumping forward to bury his face in Alfred's neck, mouthing the skin there as Alfred arched back, ecstasy coursing through him as he felt Arthur's cock bury itself inside him to the hilt. Once he was seated, Arthur stilled, breathing hard into Alfred's skin until Alfred rocked his hips experimentally.
“Ah- ah,” Alfred called, head tilting back as he gripped at Arthur's shoulders. The man below him tightened his hold on Alfred's hips and lifted him up as best he could, but Alfred took the hint and moved, up and up before sinking back down slowly, loving the burn and the stretch as Arthur snapped his hips at the last moment.
Alfred started a rhythm then, bobbing up and down as he used the back of the chair and Arthur's shoulders for leverage, swiveling his hips when he felt Arthur sink in to the fullest before raising himself back up again. Arthur guided him with his hands and bit and licked at any skin he could reach with his mouth, groans and cussing muffled in Alfred's chest and neck as he met Alfred's downward thrusts with those of his own.
Alfred nearly saw stars when Arthur suddenly slid down in his seat, changing the angle and intensity of his thrusts and striking that spot deep inside Alfred with rather brutal efficiency. Alfred gasped for air on his inhales and stuttered on his exhales, limbs quivering as pleasure shot through every part of his body. It was all he could do to hold on to himself.
“Oh, god, like- uh, like that.”
Arthur grunted in response and thrust harder, faster and Alfred held on for a few sporadic moments before the coiling heat in his belly began to overflow and his vision started to go white. “I'm- ohshi- Arthur, I'm- ah!”
“Go on, luv. Alfred,” Arthur whispered, strained and low, and at the sound of his name, Alfred came, his shout halfway muffled by his inability to draw proper breath. He felt the warmth of his release smear against his and Arthur's bellies as Arthur continued to thrust into him. He slumped forward, his grip on Arthur's shoulders loosening as he felt Arthur stiffen and call Alfred's name, face buried in Alfred's shoulder as he rode out his own climax.
Alfred lay where he was, gulping in air as he tried to steady his breathing, tried to calm his heartbeat into something halfway normal, fingers still tightening every other moment on Arthur's shoulders as the afterglow hit him in waves.. Arthur's head was thrown back, neck bared to Alfred's eyes as he tried to gather himself as well, and when Alfred felt calm enough that he wouldn't just slump to the floor if he moved, he brought his lips to Arthur's neck and laid gentle kisses across the skin, letting his tongue dart out to taste the salt from Arthur's sweat.
“Hmng,” Arthur tried to articulate, dragging one of his hands from where they rested at Alfred's hips, trailing warm fingers up his side and gripping at the back of Alfred's neck. Alfred pulled back a bit and pressed his lips to Arthur's jaw as he lifted himself, groaning just a bit as he felt Arthur slip free.
“I should fire you,” Arthur murmured tiredly, eyes still closed, head still slumped against the back of his chair.
“Why?” Alfred asked, settling a bit more comfortably in Arthur's lap.
“Why the bloody hell not?” Arthur returned, though there was substantially less heat to his tone than Alfred would have expected five weeks ago. “You are the biggest pain in the arse I have ever had the misfortune of employing, you cannot follow directions, you do not heed warnings, and you talk entirely too much. Not to mention the fact that I'm fairly convinced this is a form of public indecency.”
“To be fair,” Alfred murmured, running his hand down Arthur's chest. “I'm not the only one naked, sir.”
“But it is,” Arthur argued, finally opening his eyes and tilting his head to look at Alfred, “entirely your fault.”
Alfred admitted silently that this one could probably be blamed mostly on him. He lifted himself up and towered over Arthur until the man had to strain his neck to look up at him, though he kept his face close enough that he could still feel Arthur's heavy breathing. He waited a moment before bringing his hands up to cup either side of Arthur's jaw. “Are you really gonna fire me?” Alfred asked quietly.
“Depends,” Arthur told him.
“On what?” Alfred asked, and was silently delighted when the fingers still gripping his hip tightened.
“Is this incredibly salacious and improper act of debauchery ever going to happen again?” Arthur asked seriously, tone firm.
Alfred thought about it for a moment, eyes not leaving Arthur's, before he let a slow grin spread across his face, thumbs brushing over Arthur's cheeks. He chuckled and tilted his head. “It is highly likely, sir.”
Arthur nodded once. “Then clean this mess up and get back to work,” he said, cheeks pink once more as he gave Alfred's rear a slap. “I've got a bit more editing to finish up and then we can head home.”
Alfred grinned. “Yes, sir.”