Fic: Only for You
Title: Only for You
Author: HeliosHyperion
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Sex
Word count: 1,781
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, fingering, first time bottoming for one lucky character
Only for You
Hyperion
“But I thought you loved it like this,” Eames said.
“I do,” Arthur replied. “Trust me, I do. I love feeling you move inside me. I love how your huge cock stretches me open. I love being on my knees and elbows for you, putting my legs over your shoulders, having you hold me down, riding you. I love being a bottom, especially because it’s you I’m bottoming for. But I also want to top every now and then.”
Eames looked away from Arthur, picking at the bedspread. “I don’t know…” he trailed off. He wanted to please Arthur, to do everything that Arthur wanted him to do, but he’d never felt comfortable bottoming. In fact, the very few times that he had tried, he ended up backing out. “I’ve never been able to actually get there, you know?”
Arthur ran his fingers through Eames’ hair affectionately, reassuringly. “Never?”
Eames frowned at Arthur, feeling like a teenage virgin and hating it.
Arthur kissed him lightly on the lips before curling himself around Eames and laying his head on Eames’ chest. “We don’t have to. Really, we don’t.”
Sighing, Eames closed his eyes tight and said, “No, it’s okay. We can try it. I just don’t want you to expect too much.”
Snuggling into Eames’ chest, Arthur said, “I don’t want you to do it if you don’t want to. It’s not like I can’t live without fucking your ass.”
Eames laughed. “Well, I can’t live without yours. We can try. I want to do it for you, because you’re the one asking and I love you. I trust you.”
Arthur looked up at Eames. “Are you sure?”
Nodding, Eames said, “Yeah. Let’s do it before I change my mind.”
There was no need to tell Arthur twice. He climbed on top of Eames, kissing him deeply. He drew Eames’ tongue into his mouth and sucked it, feeling Eames purr beneath him like a big, satisfied cat. Eames had quite the oral fixation, and Arthur had a plan to use it to make sure Eames enjoyed himself. He could feel Eames getting hard, his cock brushing against Arthur’s ass.
Eames pressed up against Arthur as Arthur broke away. “You tell me if you want to stop, okay?”
“Trust me, you’ll know.”
Arthur crept down Eames’ body, pausing to kiss here and there, all the spots that Eames loved best. There was a spot below his left pectoral muscle, second rib down, that made Eames mewled when nipped, and Arthur was sure to get it. His belly, about the level where his rib cage ended, was extremely sensitive. And Arthur was tempted to see if he could make Eames come just by kissing and biting the sensitive skin in the crease of Eames’ thigh, but he had more important things to do.
Eames took a deep breath and lifted his leg over Arthur’s shoulder when Arthur wanted him to. Arthur nuzzled Eames’ balls. They were a particular favorite of Arthur’s, so big and soft. He kept at it until Eames started to relax a little, and then Arthur slipped a little lower.
He had never had the chance to rim Eames, but Arthur thought it would be perfect for him. He licked the muscle with broad strokes of his tongue, getting it warmed up. Eames squirmed a little, his thigh tensing under Arthur’s hand. Arthur rubbed soothing little circles on Eames’ thigh with his fingers, but he kept at it, encouraging Eames’ hole to open up a little. Eames relaxed gradually into it, and Arthur was able to slip his tongue inside, getting a gasp from Eames.
Arthur could see from his position that Eames was still hard, and he was pleased with himself. As Eames became more vocal, Arthur began stroking the little ring of muscle with his fingertip. Eames did not seem to mind it, so Arthur pressed it in beside his tongue. Eames pulled his leg back, and Arthur thought he was shying away, but Eames was just making himself more comfortable.
As Arthur pressed his finger further in, he withdrew his tongue until it was only teasing Eames’ hole and his finger was thrusting in and out. Soon, Arthur was fingering Eames and kissing the crease of his thigh. He looked up at Eames, who had his eyes closed and was touching his own chest, pinching his own sensitive nipples. Arthur groaned and lightly bit Eames’ thigh at the sight.
“You are so beautiful,” Arthur said, thrusting his finger in and out of Eames. “Do you think you’re ready for more?”
Eames did not open his eyes, but he nodded at Arthur.
“Pass me the lube, please,” Arthur said, pulling all the way out and repositioning himself and Eames so that he was on his knees between Eames’s spread thighs.
Eames did not have to open his eyes to find the lube on the bedside table; he just reached out blindly and grabbed it, tossing it to Arthur. Arthur opened the bottle and poured a generous amount into his palm. He made sure that he lubed his fingers really well and lubed Eames up too. He paused before entering Eames, lifting his free hand to Eames’ mouth easily slipping two fingers between Eames’ lips.
Eames grabbed Arthur’s hand and sucked his fingers like he would suck Arthur’s cock. With that distraction in place, Arthur thrust one finger back inside Eames. Eames was a little tense again, but he relaxed quickly and Arthur carefully worked a second finger inside. The scene was becoming a distraction for Arthur now. Feeling and seeing Eames working both of his hands and knowing that he was about to give Eames something he had never had before had Arthur’s cock throbbing. He wanted to start rubbing himself against Eames, rutting until he came, but if he moved, at least one of his hands would lose contact with Eames and Arthur was not willing to do that.
Arthur bit his lip and kept going, inserting a third finger into Eames. It was a little bit of a stretch and he could feel Eames’ tongue falter on his other fingers, but Eames quickly recovered and began sucking again. It did not take long to work his fingers all the way into Eames, sinking down to the knuckles. When he was there, Arthur stroked Eames’ tongue with the fingers of his other hand and then withdrew them.
“Can you feel me?” Arthur asked, using the same crooking motion inside of Eames as he had against Eames’ tongue.
Eames cried out, clear fluid dripping from his cock to his belly as Arthur hit his prostate on another pass.
“Look at me,” Arthur commanded gently.
Eames’ eyes fluttered open and it took a moment before he could focus on Arthur’s face.
“Tell me you like it,” Arthur whispered desperately. “Tell me you want more. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“I want you inside me,” Eames said, his cheeks flushing at the new wave of arousal those words brought.
It was Arthur’s turn to close his eyes, to take pleasure for a moment instead of giving it. When he opened them again, he tenderly withdrew his fingers and opened the lube again, slicking his cock up this time. He spread Eames’ thighs wider and positioned himself better between them, guiding his cock to Eames’ opening. “Deep breath,” he said, and when Eames inhaled, Arthur pushed inside.
Eames’ powerful legs quickly wrapped around Arthur’s hips as Eames struggled to give himself over to the sensation instead of fighting it.
“You’re doing great,” Arthur reassured him. “Just ride it out.” As Eames began to relax again, Arthur pushed further in.
Eames moaned to rival the best porn star as he let Arthur inside. Arthur’s cock was not as big as Eames’ own, but it still felt huge and Eames could feel every inch of it making room for itself in Eames’ body. He had never felt so open and exposed before, like Arthur could see every bit of him. Arthur seemed to know it too, and when he finally came to rest cradled in Eames’ hips, Arthur took Eames’ hand and kissed the palm.
“I love you so much,” Arthur said breathlessly.
“I love you too, Arthur,” Eames croaked, feeling so overwhelmed that he could hardly breathe.
They both groaned at the different sensations when Arthur pulled back: Arthur was consumed by the velvety muscles surrounding his cock and Eames was a mess with wanting Arthur to wait, wanting him deep again, just wanting. When Arthur thrust in again, Eames screwed his eyes shut tight, trying to hold on to nothing but the physical. Arthur’s cock, Arthur’s hand, Arthur’s erratic breath against his skin. He squeezed Arthur’s fingers in his own, arching his back in an attempt to get more.
Arthur slowly built a rhythm, and Eames responded by lifting his hips to meet Arthur. They smoothly transitioned from slow, halting thrusts to even but more demanding pistons. Eames used his legs to pull Arthur to him and wrapped his free arm around Arthur’s shoulders, pulling him down for a messy, open-mouth kiss. They were pressed together nearly seamlessly from chest to pelvis, sharing breaths and gasps as they tried to keep their rhythm.
Eames’s hips lost the pace first, rocking hard up into Arthur as his orgasm rushed onto him. With Eames’ body encouraging him with such tightly quaking muscles, Arthur lost himself in the pleasure and came inside Eames. His orgasm wrung him dry, sapping him of all his energy, and from the way Eames’ legs and arm slipped from around Arthur, it looked like he was in the same state.
Arthur managed to pull out and move beside Eames, stretching on his stomach. He probably would have fallen asleep like that, but Eames rolled over onto his side, his back to Arthur, and the movement caught Arthur’s attention. Arthur spooned Eames, kissing the tattoo on his shoulder blade and then Eames’ neck as he wrapped his arm around Eames’ chest.
“Thank you for sharing that with me,” Arthur said quietly.
Eames caught Arthur’s hand in his and kissed his palm. “You’re the only one I’d ever do that with.”
Arthur nuzzled at Eames’ hairline. It was the best spot for Eames-scent. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Eames barked out a laugh. “It’s going to take a lot more than a really good fuck to knock me down, love.”
“So you liked it?” Arthur teased with a smile.
“Ah, loved it. Not doing it again for at least three years, but yeah.”
Arthur yawned, causing Eames to yawn too. “I’ll mark my calendar.”
*He totally can't live without fucking his ass.
Author: HeliosHyperion
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Sex
Word count: 1,781
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, fingering, first time bottoming for one lucky character
Only for You
Hyperion
“But I thought you loved it like this,” Eames said.
“I do,” Arthur replied. “Trust me, I do. I love feeling you move inside me. I love how your huge cock stretches me open. I love being on my knees and elbows for you, putting my legs over your shoulders, having you hold me down, riding you. I love being a bottom, especially because it’s you I’m bottoming for. But I also want to top every now and then.”
Eames looked away from Arthur, picking at the bedspread. “I don’t know…” he trailed off. He wanted to please Arthur, to do everything that Arthur wanted him to do, but he’d never felt comfortable bottoming. In fact, the very few times that he had tried, he ended up backing out. “I’ve never been able to actually get there, you know?”
Arthur ran his fingers through Eames’ hair affectionately, reassuringly. “Never?”
Eames frowned at Arthur, feeling like a teenage virgin and hating it.
Arthur kissed him lightly on the lips before curling himself around Eames and laying his head on Eames’ chest. “We don’t have to. Really, we don’t.”
Sighing, Eames closed his eyes tight and said, “No, it’s okay. We can try it. I just don’t want you to expect too much.”
Snuggling into Eames’ chest, Arthur said, “I don’t want you to do it if you don’t want to. It’s not like I can’t live without fucking your ass.”
Eames laughed. “Well, I can’t live without yours. We can try. I want to do it for you, because you’re the one asking and I love you. I trust you.”
Arthur looked up at Eames. “Are you sure?”
Nodding, Eames said, “Yeah. Let’s do it before I change my mind.”
There was no need to tell Arthur twice. He climbed on top of Eames, kissing him deeply. He drew Eames’ tongue into his mouth and sucked it, feeling Eames purr beneath him like a big, satisfied cat. Eames had quite the oral fixation, and Arthur had a plan to use it to make sure Eames enjoyed himself. He could feel Eames getting hard, his cock brushing against Arthur’s ass.
Eames pressed up against Arthur as Arthur broke away. “You tell me if you want to stop, okay?”
“Trust me, you’ll know.”
Arthur crept down Eames’ body, pausing to kiss here and there, all the spots that Eames loved best. There was a spot below his left pectoral muscle, second rib down, that made Eames mewled when nipped, and Arthur was sure to get it. His belly, about the level where his rib cage ended, was extremely sensitive. And Arthur was tempted to see if he could make Eames come just by kissing and biting the sensitive skin in the crease of Eames’ thigh, but he had more important things to do.
Eames took a deep breath and lifted his leg over Arthur’s shoulder when Arthur wanted him to. Arthur nuzzled Eames’ balls. They were a particular favorite of Arthur’s, so big and soft. He kept at it until Eames started to relax a little, and then Arthur slipped a little lower.
He had never had the chance to rim Eames, but Arthur thought it would be perfect for him. He licked the muscle with broad strokes of his tongue, getting it warmed up. Eames squirmed a little, his thigh tensing under Arthur’s hand. Arthur rubbed soothing little circles on Eames’ thigh with his fingers, but he kept at it, encouraging Eames’ hole to open up a little. Eames relaxed gradually into it, and Arthur was able to slip his tongue inside, getting a gasp from Eames.
Arthur could see from his position that Eames was still hard, and he was pleased with himself. As Eames became more vocal, Arthur began stroking the little ring of muscle with his fingertip. Eames did not seem to mind it, so Arthur pressed it in beside his tongue. Eames pulled his leg back, and Arthur thought he was shying away, but Eames was just making himself more comfortable.
As Arthur pressed his finger further in, he withdrew his tongue until it was only teasing Eames’ hole and his finger was thrusting in and out. Soon, Arthur was fingering Eames and kissing the crease of his thigh. He looked up at Eames, who had his eyes closed and was touching his own chest, pinching his own sensitive nipples. Arthur groaned and lightly bit Eames’ thigh at the sight.
“You are so beautiful,” Arthur said, thrusting his finger in and out of Eames. “Do you think you’re ready for more?”
Eames did not open his eyes, but he nodded at Arthur.
“Pass me the lube, please,” Arthur said, pulling all the way out and repositioning himself and Eames so that he was on his knees between Eames’s spread thighs.
Eames did not have to open his eyes to find the lube on the bedside table; he just reached out blindly and grabbed it, tossing it to Arthur. Arthur opened the bottle and poured a generous amount into his palm. He made sure that he lubed his fingers really well and lubed Eames up too. He paused before entering Eames, lifting his free hand to Eames’ mouth easily slipping two fingers between Eames’ lips.
Eames grabbed Arthur’s hand and sucked his fingers like he would suck Arthur’s cock. With that distraction in place, Arthur thrust one finger back inside Eames. Eames was a little tense again, but he relaxed quickly and Arthur carefully worked a second finger inside. The scene was becoming a distraction for Arthur now. Feeling and seeing Eames working both of his hands and knowing that he was about to give Eames something he had never had before had Arthur’s cock throbbing. He wanted to start rubbing himself against Eames, rutting until he came, but if he moved, at least one of his hands would lose contact with Eames and Arthur was not willing to do that.
Arthur bit his lip and kept going, inserting a third finger into Eames. It was a little bit of a stretch and he could feel Eames’ tongue falter on his other fingers, but Eames quickly recovered and began sucking again. It did not take long to work his fingers all the way into Eames, sinking down to the knuckles. When he was there, Arthur stroked Eames’ tongue with the fingers of his other hand and then withdrew them.
“Can you feel me?” Arthur asked, using the same crooking motion inside of Eames as he had against Eames’ tongue.
Eames cried out, clear fluid dripping from his cock to his belly as Arthur hit his prostate on another pass.
“Look at me,” Arthur commanded gently.
Eames’ eyes fluttered open and it took a moment before he could focus on Arthur’s face.
“Tell me you like it,” Arthur whispered desperately. “Tell me you want more. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“I want you inside me,” Eames said, his cheeks flushing at the new wave of arousal those words brought.
It was Arthur’s turn to close his eyes, to take pleasure for a moment instead of giving it. When he opened them again, he tenderly withdrew his fingers and opened the lube again, slicking his cock up this time. He spread Eames’ thighs wider and positioned himself better between them, guiding his cock to Eames’ opening. “Deep breath,” he said, and when Eames inhaled, Arthur pushed inside.
Eames’ powerful legs quickly wrapped around Arthur’s hips as Eames struggled to give himself over to the sensation instead of fighting it.
“You’re doing great,” Arthur reassured him. “Just ride it out.” As Eames began to relax again, Arthur pushed further in.
Eames moaned to rival the best porn star as he let Arthur inside. Arthur’s cock was not as big as Eames’ own, but it still felt huge and Eames could feel every inch of it making room for itself in Eames’ body. He had never felt so open and exposed before, like Arthur could see every bit of him. Arthur seemed to know it too, and when he finally came to rest cradled in Eames’ hips, Arthur took Eames’ hand and kissed the palm.
“I love you so much,” Arthur said breathlessly.
“I love you too, Arthur,” Eames croaked, feeling so overwhelmed that he could hardly breathe.
They both groaned at the different sensations when Arthur pulled back: Arthur was consumed by the velvety muscles surrounding his cock and Eames was a mess with wanting Arthur to wait, wanting him deep again, just wanting. When Arthur thrust in again, Eames screwed his eyes shut tight, trying to hold on to nothing but the physical. Arthur’s cock, Arthur’s hand, Arthur’s erratic breath against his skin. He squeezed Arthur’s fingers in his own, arching his back in an attempt to get more.
Arthur slowly built a rhythm, and Eames responded by lifting his hips to meet Arthur. They smoothly transitioned from slow, halting thrusts to even but more demanding pistons. Eames used his legs to pull Arthur to him and wrapped his free arm around Arthur’s shoulders, pulling him down for a messy, open-mouth kiss. They were pressed together nearly seamlessly from chest to pelvis, sharing breaths and gasps as they tried to keep their rhythm.
Eames’s hips lost the pace first, rocking hard up into Arthur as his orgasm rushed onto him. With Eames’ body encouraging him with such tightly quaking muscles, Arthur lost himself in the pleasure and came inside Eames. His orgasm wrung him dry, sapping him of all his energy, and from the way Eames’ legs and arm slipped from around Arthur, it looked like he was in the same state.
Arthur managed to pull out and move beside Eames, stretching on his stomach. He probably would have fallen asleep like that, but Eames rolled over onto his side, his back to Arthur, and the movement caught Arthur’s attention. Arthur spooned Eames, kissing the tattoo on his shoulder blade and then Eames’ neck as he wrapped his arm around Eames’ chest.
“Thank you for sharing that with me,” Arthur said quietly.
Eames caught Arthur’s hand in his and kissed his palm. “You’re the only one I’d ever do that with.”
Arthur nuzzled at Eames’ hairline. It was the best spot for Eames-scent. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Eames barked out a laugh. “It’s going to take a lot more than a really good fuck to knock me down, love.”
“So you liked it?” Arthur teased with a smile.
“Ah, loved it. Not doing it again for at least three years, but yeah.”
Arthur yawned, causing Eames to yawn too. “I’ll mark my calendar.”
*He totally can't live without fucking his ass.