Prompt Post No.10
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Eames relaxes easily around Arthur's fingers, and Arthur can't help but wonder. It's been over two weeks since that horribly awkward conversation, but Arthur had come away from it with the distinct impression that Eames had never done this before.
And now here they are, in bed, finally doing something about the sexual tension that's been an unspoken part of their interactions since the day they met, and Eames is spreading his legs like he hadn't blushed and stuttered and generally acted like he was completely pole-axed by the idea of Arthur being a top. Like he hadn't stared at Arthur's crotch for days afterward, and been uncharacteristically quiet for days after that.
"Why the frown?" Eames asks, reaching up to brush his fingers over Arthur's creased forehead, other hand stroking jerkily over Arthur's shoulder.
"I thought..." says Arthur. "Never mind." He draws back his fingers and pushes in again with three, guiltily pleased by the way Eames gasps, broad chest heaving unsteadily.
He thought there might be something new he could show Eames, something he could do that Eames had never done before. Eames, man of the world, who gives off the impression of having been everywhere and done everything and who is so very hard to impress. Eames, who makes Arthur feel young and inexperienced and like the small-town boy he used to be. Eames, who moans quietly when Arthur finds his prostate, fingers clenching against Arthur's skin.
Arthur wants to stop thinking, for once. He leans down and fixes his teeth around one pert nipple, just to hear Eames gasp again.
"Of course I mind," Eames says, "I want to know what you're thinking." Eames is really far too coherent, and Arthur tells him so. Then he slithers down the bed and puts his mouth on Eames' cock. He plants his free arm across Eames' hip and lower belly to keep him in place, and sucks hard at the head. Eames curses.
Arthur likes sucking cock for the reactions it gets. The action is tolerable, the taste occasionally unpleasant (though Eames tastes fine, just salt and skin), the reactions make it worth doing. He sucks hard once more, and Eames clutches at Arthur's hair, which is a good reaction but kind of hurts. Arthur pulls back and grabs at Eames' wrist.
"Shit, sorry, please don't stop," and Eames tangles his fingers in the sheets instead, his head lifted so he can gaze down at Arthur.
Arthur glances down to orient himself, then holds Eames' gaze as he slowly, deliberately drags his tongue up the length of Eames' cock. Eames clenches down hard around Arthur's fingers, legs drawing up against Arthur's ribs, and it's clearly an effort for him to keep his head up. Arthur closes his eyes and takes Eames' cock into his mouth, and there's a soft thump as Eames' head hits the mattress.
"You can't... distract me that easily," Eames says, breathless and rough, and Arthur pushes in hard with his fingers as punishment. Eames keens for a moment, but, "Thinking," he says, and Arthur has had enough.
Arthur sits back on his heels, grabs the condom lying beside Eames' hip and manages to put it on smoothly. "Turn over," he says, and the way Eames is staring at his cock makes Arthur wonder again, but then Eames shakes himself and turns over, clumsily pushing himself up on all fours.
Eames looks good from behind. Some other time, Arthur might finger him like this, until he squirms and writhes and begs for it, but now he just shuffles up behind. He holds on to Eames' hip with one hand, guides his own cock with the other, and pushes in.
Eames shakes. "Little warning, maybe?" he says, voice strained, but Arthur just leans harder, sinking in balls-deep. There he stops, and waits, feeling Eames twitch and clench sporadically. "Fuck," Eames mutters, "that's different."
Arthur leans forward, lays himself along Eames' back, and breathes in his ear. "Different?" he asks. Eames squirms. Eames hands his head. Eames curses. "Different?" Arthur asks again. He punctuates with a swivel of his hips that drives a moan out of Eames.
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"You haven't done this before," he says, and Eames tenses up.
"Depends how you define this," Eames says.
Arthur pulls his hips back, almost pulls his cock out of Eames, then sinks back in. "This," he says.
"Ohfuck," says Eames.
Arthur bites gently at Eames' shoulder, starts to fuck him at a slow, steady pace. "Tell me," he says. Eames groans.
"Tell me," Arthur says.
"Fuck," says Eames, hips pushing back artlessly into Arthur's thrusts, "just my fingers, and, and a dildo, ok, I... fuck."
Arthur is assaulted by the image of Eames fucking himself with a piece of plastic, experimenting to see if he likes it, what
feels good, and... "Tell me," Arthur says.
"After you, after you said, I thought." Eames gulps, lets his legs slide further apart, and Arthur picks up speed, just a
little. "I hadn't, don't know why, and I thought, couldn't stop thinking about it, about this..."
"About me fucking you," Arthur says. Eames' elbows fold, his cheek pressing into the mattress.
"So much, I'd look at you and think, think what would it be like, would it, god, and fingers was ok so I went and bought,
and." Eames trails off into a moan.
"Did you think about me?" Arthur asks. "Fuck yourself and think it was me?"
"God, yes, thought about it all the time, even at work I'd be thinking..."
"Tell me." Arthur shifts a hand to Eames' shoulder, pulling him back into each thrust.
"Thinking about you... bending me over the desk, or, or up against the wall, or, just, I tried not to but I'd, fuck, I'd look at you and think 'he wants to fuck me' and..."
"And here I am, fucking you." Arthur drives in deep and stays there, grinding his hips in tiny circles.
"Fuck, Arthur." Eames has sneaked one hand down to stroke his cock, and Arthur thinks about smacking it away, but, god, this is Eames' first time, and that's surprisingly hot.
"Now you know what it's like," Arthur says, "now you know, you'll think about it more, you'll feel it for days and you'll just want more, want my cock, want this." Arthur fucks in hard, hard and fast, and Eames whines underneath him.
"Arthur, Arthur, please." Eames squirms, and groans, and finally clenches down hard, coming with a loud cry. He slides flat, limp, and Arthur follows him down, because fuck, he's close. The aftershocks shake Eames, make him tremble and whimper, and that's enough to tip Arthur over the edge into orgasm.
When he's finished coming, Arthur just lets himself collapse, because Eames can take it. It's kind of nice.
"We're doing this again," Eames says definitively.
Arthur totally agrees.
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MY EXPERIENCES READING THIS FINE-ASS FIC, by hagiologic:
Eames, who makes Arthur feel young and inexperienced and like the small-town boy he used to be. Eames, who moans quietly when Arthur finds his prostate, fingers clenching against Arthur's skin.
omg *chinhands*
"Tell me," he says. Eames groans.
"Tell me," Arthur says.
"Fuck," says Eames
omg *clutching face*
"After you, after you said, I thought." Eames gulps, lets his legs slide further apart, and Arthur picks up speed, just a little. "I hadn't, don't know why, and I thought, couldn't stop thinking about it, about this..."
"About me fucking you," Arthur says. Eames' elbows fold, his cheek pressing into the mattress.
"So much, I'd look at you and think, think what would it be like, would it, god, and fingers was ok so I went and bought, and." Eames trails off into a moan.
unf
"Thinking about you... bending me over the desk, or, or up against the wall, or, just, I tried not to but I'd, fuck, I'd look at you and think 'he wants to fuck me' and..."
HUNF
"but I'd, fuck, I'd look at you and think 'he wants to fuck me' and..."
"look at you and think 'he wants to fuck me'"
"'he wants to fuck me'"
NO, REALLY, I GOT STUCK ON THAT LINE FOR SOME TIME
Eames has sneaked one hand down to stroke his cock, and Arthur thinks about smacking it away, but, god, this is Eames' first time, and that's surprisingly hot.
YOU ARE THE ACTUAL WIND BENEATH MY ACTUAL WINGS, BEAUTIFUL ANON
When he's finished coming, Arthur just lets himself collapse, because Eames can take it. It's kind of nice.
NOW BACK TO *CHINHANDS*, BUT IN A MORE CAPS-Y WAY THIS TIME
Long story short, this is fantastic and you should feel fantastic. Please feel free to de-anon and be my frond. <333333
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Thank you very much! :D
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thankyouthankyou.
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