Fic: All tied up and ready to dance
Title: All tied up and ready to dance
Author: janonny
Team: Romance
Prompt: Bonds, Motion
Word count: ~1100 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed
Summary: Arthur is distracted and shares one of his kinks with Eames. PWP of the lapdancing variety.
Note: seraphinhunter , this is for you! I’ve finally reached your prompt on my list of fics to finish. :) Thanks for your patience, and I hope this is sort of what you wanted!
I consider this a sequel to A Hint of Chocolate, but it stands alone fine.
Arthur circles Eames contemplatively. Even while tied up to a chair, deposited in a basement by a madman, Eames manages to be distracting and irritating. What special talent is this?
Eames says in a wry tone, “While I appreciate your fortuitous appearance, perhaps you should untie me before Bruce comes back.”
“That’s unlikely, seeing as I tipped the police off and watched them arrest him at his workplace,” comments Arthur with off-handed candor.
“Very clever. You got rid of the menace without getting your hands dirty,” says Eames.
“I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. But there are less questions asked if a CEO is arrested, instead of found dead,” says Arthur.
Eames sighs. “Are you planning on ever letting me go? The constant circling has a shark-like quality that I find disturbing, just so you know.”
Arthur stops his prowling and steps a little closer from the side. “I know.”
He takes in Eames’ form, observing that he really has toned down over the last few months. Eames has always been a bit of a changeling, building and breaking down his body to fit his roles. He might not be as bulky at the moment, but his biceps and forearms still flex appealingly, and his jeans are a close fit around his thick thighs. With his bare arms drawn behind the chair, the thin, white tank top is pulled tight across his chest, and his nipples stand up clearly against the fabric.
Distracting.
Arthur moves closer and runs a hand from Eames’ shoulder down to his chest. The blue gaze snaps to him immediately, and Eames draws his breath in a sharp intake.
“Now?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
Arthur shrugs. “I’ve a few kinks I haven’t shared yet.”
“I’m beginning to suspect that I’m going to find out now,” Eames says, but he doesn’t look like he objects.
Arthur smiles and swings a leg over Eames’ thighs, straddling his lap. “Yes, you are.”
He drags both palms across Eames’ chest, rubbing them against the tight nipples pushing up against that white tank. He feels the small nubs tighten under his hands, and he grins in response. Eames groans and shifts under him.
“Fuck, Arthur, you’re demented,” says Eames.
“And your nipples are distracting,” says Arthur honestly.
He squeezes one between his thumb and forefinger in demonstration, gaining another gasp from Eames. “They’re so perky all the time. It’s like they’re constantly demanding my attention when you wear one of those thin shirts of yours.”
“Anthropomorphizing my nipples is unsettling.” Despite his words, Eames’ eyes are a sliver of blue around dilated pupils.
“Mmm, you do know I like when you use big words.”
Arthur rewards this good behavior by pulling Eames’ collar down, stretching the tank to reveal one puckered nipple. He bends down and laps at it, sucks with hungry want. Eames bucks under his thighs, swearing as his body tightens.
“Yeah, you like that,” says Arthur smugly, straightening.
He shifts forward, grinding down against Eames’ hard on.
Eames stares at his mouth. “I’m only human.”
Arthur smiles. “I know that too.”
He begins to move his body in a sinuous motion, rolling his hips to push continuously against the hardness pressing up against his ass.
Eames stares with clear lust in his eyes. “Fuck, Arthur, did you use to be a lapdancer?”
“How much would you tip me if I’m one?” teases Arthur, holding Eames’ shoulder with one hand.
He uses his free hand to play with Eames’ right nipple. It makes Eames groan, pushing up desperately and moving to his pinching, rubbing fingers.
“Your nipples are so sensitive,” he whispers against Eames’ ear with a grin.
He grinds down with his ass harder, laughing when he feels Eames strain against the ropes with the urge to grab Arthur.
“You’re killing me here,” says Eames, voice choked off. “Are you actually going to make me come in my pants?”
Arthur sighs, enjoying the feel of his own erection pressing against his zipper with every turn of his waist. “What’s wrong with that?”
“You really are evil,” says Eames in admiration.
“Glad you approve,” says Arthur, quickening the way he rubs against Eames.
Eames tilts his head back with a groan as Arthur rubs both hands over his nipples - because his nipples really are that sensitive - and Arthur smiles as he bites at the side of that exposed throat. He feels Eames jerk up against him, starting to move his hips up in a familiar, thrusting motion. Arthur briefly moves his hand down to Eames’ stomach just to feel his flexing abs.
Very nice.
Arthur moves himself further back on Eames’ lap, causing him to moan in protest. But that moan turns into desperate swearing when Arthur leans down again to bite at Eames’ left nipple through the tank top this time, mouthing at it roughly through the ribbed cotton. He presses one hand tightly against Eames’ painfully hard erection, feels the shape of it through his jeans. It’s obvious he isn’t wearing any underwear, which is perfect because it makes it all the easier for Arthur to squeeze his cock as he sucks on the nipple in his mouth. He feels the aborted thrust beneath him, and he squeezes Eames’ cock harder and sucks on that small, tight nub between his lips till his cheeks are hollowed.
Eames comes with a wrecked groan, body twisting in the chair and tattooed skin stretching as he strains. Arthur rides out the motions, continues to press and bite until Eames shudders and tells him to stop.
With one last lingering lap against that tender nipple, Arthur straightens, perched on Eames’ knee now. He smiles when Eames stares at him hazily.
“Very nice,” Arthur says, patting the damp jeans under him and leaning forward to briefly kiss those lax lips.
Then he gets up off Eames’ lap, adjusts his hard cock that’s ruining the perfect line of his tailored pants.
“Where are you going?” asks Eames, bleary from his recent orgasm.
Arthur starts looking around the room. “Looking for something to cut you out of the ropes. They’re knotted terribly.”
“You’re still hard,” points out Eames while staring at his groin hungrily.
“You can return the favor later,” say Arthur. “Ropes and all too, if you like.”
Eames murmurs, “I would like that very much, thank you.”
Arthur smiles as he turns away. He’ll make a note that the best way to end a little annoying kidnapping is with a lapdance and an orgasm. It seems very successful.
THE END
A/N: The original prompt was to have nipple-play with Eames as the subject. It's not actually a kink I share, but I tried to insert other aspects that would interest me too so I hope it's still a fun read. :P
Author: janonny
Team: Romance
Prompt: Bonds, Motion
Word count: ~1100 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed
Summary: Arthur is distracted and shares one of his kinks with Eames. PWP of the lapdancing variety.
Note: seraphinhunter , this is for you! I’ve finally reached your prompt on my list of fics to finish. :) Thanks for your patience, and I hope this is sort of what you wanted!
I consider this a sequel to A Hint of Chocolate, but it stands alone fine.
Arthur circles Eames contemplatively. Even while tied up to a chair, deposited in a basement by a madman, Eames manages to be distracting and irritating. What special talent is this?
Eames says in a wry tone, “While I appreciate your fortuitous appearance, perhaps you should untie me before Bruce comes back.”
“That’s unlikely, seeing as I tipped the police off and watched them arrest him at his workplace,” comments Arthur with off-handed candor.
“Very clever. You got rid of the menace without getting your hands dirty,” says Eames.
“I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. But there are less questions asked if a CEO is arrested, instead of found dead,” says Arthur.
Eames sighs. “Are you planning on ever letting me go? The constant circling has a shark-like quality that I find disturbing, just so you know.”
Arthur stops his prowling and steps a little closer from the side. “I know.”
He takes in Eames’ form, observing that he really has toned down over the last few months. Eames has always been a bit of a changeling, building and breaking down his body to fit his roles. He might not be as bulky at the moment, but his biceps and forearms still flex appealingly, and his jeans are a close fit around his thick thighs. With his bare arms drawn behind the chair, the thin, white tank top is pulled tight across his chest, and his nipples stand up clearly against the fabric.
Distracting.
Arthur moves closer and runs a hand from Eames’ shoulder down to his chest. The blue gaze snaps to him immediately, and Eames draws his breath in a sharp intake.
“Now?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
Arthur shrugs. “I’ve a few kinks I haven’t shared yet.”
“I’m beginning to suspect that I’m going to find out now,” Eames says, but he doesn’t look like he objects.
Arthur smiles and swings a leg over Eames’ thighs, straddling his lap. “Yes, you are.”
He drags both palms across Eames’ chest, rubbing them against the tight nipples pushing up against that white tank. He feels the small nubs tighten under his hands, and he grins in response. Eames groans and shifts under him.
“Fuck, Arthur, you’re demented,” says Eames.
“And your nipples are distracting,” says Arthur honestly.
He squeezes one between his thumb and forefinger in demonstration, gaining another gasp from Eames. “They’re so perky all the time. It’s like they’re constantly demanding my attention when you wear one of those thin shirts of yours.”
“Anthropomorphizing my nipples is unsettling.” Despite his words, Eames’ eyes are a sliver of blue around dilated pupils.
“Mmm, you do know I like when you use big words.”
Arthur rewards this good behavior by pulling Eames’ collar down, stretching the tank to reveal one puckered nipple. He bends down and laps at it, sucks with hungry want. Eames bucks under his thighs, swearing as his body tightens.
“Yeah, you like that,” says Arthur smugly, straightening.
He shifts forward, grinding down against Eames’ hard on.
Eames stares at his mouth. “I’m only human.”
Arthur smiles. “I know that too.”
He begins to move his body in a sinuous motion, rolling his hips to push continuously against the hardness pressing up against his ass.
Eames stares with clear lust in his eyes. “Fuck, Arthur, did you use to be a lapdancer?”
“How much would you tip me if I’m one?” teases Arthur, holding Eames’ shoulder with one hand.
He uses his free hand to play with Eames’ right nipple. It makes Eames groan, pushing up desperately and moving to his pinching, rubbing fingers.
“Your nipples are so sensitive,” he whispers against Eames’ ear with a grin.
He grinds down with his ass harder, laughing when he feels Eames strain against the ropes with the urge to grab Arthur.
“You’re killing me here,” says Eames, voice choked off. “Are you actually going to make me come in my pants?”
Arthur sighs, enjoying the feel of his own erection pressing against his zipper with every turn of his waist. “What’s wrong with that?”
“You really are evil,” says Eames in admiration.
“Glad you approve,” says Arthur, quickening the way he rubs against Eames.
Eames tilts his head back with a groan as Arthur rubs both hands over his nipples - because his nipples really are that sensitive - and Arthur smiles as he bites at the side of that exposed throat. He feels Eames jerk up against him, starting to move his hips up in a familiar, thrusting motion. Arthur briefly moves his hand down to Eames’ stomach just to feel his flexing abs.
Very nice.
Arthur moves himself further back on Eames’ lap, causing him to moan in protest. But that moan turns into desperate swearing when Arthur leans down again to bite at Eames’ left nipple through the tank top this time, mouthing at it roughly through the ribbed cotton. He presses one hand tightly against Eames’ painfully hard erection, feels the shape of it through his jeans. It’s obvious he isn’t wearing any underwear, which is perfect because it makes it all the easier for Arthur to squeeze his cock as he sucks on the nipple in his mouth. He feels the aborted thrust beneath him, and he squeezes Eames’ cock harder and sucks on that small, tight nub between his lips till his cheeks are hollowed.
Eames comes with a wrecked groan, body twisting in the chair and tattooed skin stretching as he strains. Arthur rides out the motions, continues to press and bite until Eames shudders and tells him to stop.
With one last lingering lap against that tender nipple, Arthur straightens, perched on Eames’ knee now. He smiles when Eames stares at him hazily.
“Very nice,” Arthur says, patting the damp jeans under him and leaning forward to briefly kiss those lax lips.
Then he gets up off Eames’ lap, adjusts his hard cock that’s ruining the perfect line of his tailored pants.
“Where are you going?” asks Eames, bleary from his recent orgasm.
Arthur starts looking around the room. “Looking for something to cut you out of the ropes. They’re knotted terribly.”
“You’re still hard,” points out Eames while staring at his groin hungrily.
“You can return the favor later,” say Arthur. “Ropes and all too, if you like.”
Eames murmurs, “I would like that very much, thank you.”
Arthur smiles as he turns away. He’ll make a note that the best way to end a little annoying kidnapping is with a lapdance and an orgasm. It seems very successful.
THE END
A/N: The original prompt was to have nipple-play with Eames as the subject. It's not actually a kink I share, but I tried to insert other aspects that would interest me too so I hope it's still a fun read. :P