Prompt Post No. 14

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FILL: Acutus Id Verberat (whip it quick) [4c/9]

[anonymous]

Eames doesn't think Arthur’s nearly ready when he pulls away, but Arthur clearly disagrees, reaching for Eames' cock and positioning it just so, leaning back on it. Eames gasps as the head slips into Arthur's body, hot and too tight, but Arthur just keeps pushing back. His shoulders shake under the strain of his control, he breathes hard, as if in the grip of some powerful emotion. And when his arse settles on Eames' thighs at last, he edges his knees just a bit wider and lets out a great sigh.

"Gods, yes," Arthur whispers, and Eames can't help wrapping his arms around him, securing Arthur to him, impaled on his cock.

The skin of Arthur’s back shifts hypnotically over his whipcord muscles, slick with sweat. Eames waits until he feels Arthur opening around him, his body welcoming, before he starts rocking into him. He can see the way Arthur’s hands scrabble for purchase on his smooth bedclothes, digging in for leverage so that he can push back to meet every one of Eames’ thrusts in a steadily building rhythm until they’re crashing together, even as Arthur grits out, “You can- oh fuck- Harder, dammit,” and Eames strives to obey, saying, “Arthur, Arthur, Arthur,” even though he knows that it’s probably just an assumed name, meaningless.

Eames drags Arthur upright into his lap and the weight of Arthur’s body pushes him a fraction deeper, and fuck, it’s so good. He hooks an arm across Arthur’s chest grabbing onto his shoulder, and slams into him, too desperate even to say his name, and oh gods, he desperately wants to hold off, wants to feel Arthur’s body shake and clench around him while Eames fucks him through his orgasm, but then Arthur reaches back and locks his arm around the back of Eames’ neck, and Eames’ world explodes as he comes, spilling hot into Arthur’s body, barely aware when Arthur cries out and arches back hard, grabs his own cock, jerks once, twice, and comes with a choked-off shout, all over Eames sheets.

Breathless and spent, Eames rests his forehead between Arthur’s shoulder-blades for a minute, trying to gather the energy to move. Arthur makes a soft noise when he pulls out, almost a whimper, and slumps forward onto the mattress, stretching out slowly. He looks utterly debauched, loose-limbed and pleased - there’s a trickle of come on the inside of his thigh - and when Eames catches his eye, he smiles broadly.

Eames settles down on the bed next to him, cuddling close. The last things he sees as he slips into sleep are his rings, lined up on the nightstand, right in front of his face. He doesn’t even know when Arthur put them there, and he’s too sated to bother about it.

Eames is roused, just barely, by Arthur getting out of bed, getting dressed in complete silence.

Arthur leaves without ceremony, pressing a kiss to Eames' temple and closing the door gently behind him, before Eames even wakes up enough to frame a protest. He only dreams Arthur saying softly, "We'll do this again," as he slips out.