Prompt Post No. 16

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Arthur spits into his hand and jerks him stiff in two strokes. It's warm and a little rough and Yusuf wouldn't mind if Arthur wanted to finish him like this. It would certainly be more than he'd expected originally when Arthur showed up after hours with a couple bottles of wine and a put-upon expression. He'd been rather sorely tempted to inquire as to whether it was the Cabernet or the Merlot that was poisoned.

But Arthur, our Arthur, would never be so gauche.

It gives Yusuf a wicked thrill to watch Arthur on his knees with his collar undone and his sleeves rolled up, sweating under an alcoholic flush. He likes the contrast of Arthur's hand on his prick and the way he's biting his lips red looking at it like he's maybe a bit intimidated by the way his long, tapered fingers barely encircle it.

"And this," Arthur says conversationally, "is why I'm not sleeping with Cobb."

Yusuf barely has time to stifle his laughter before Arthur is finally, finally diving in, sucking the head of Yusuf's cock into his mouth with an obscene slurping sound. Yusuf pets his neck, dipping under his collar to gather up beads of sweat, and watches. Arthur looks to be having the time of his life. His eyes are closed, face as relaxed as Yusuf has ever seen it as if there is nothing else he'd rather be doing.

And he's excellent, though a month of chastity might have biased Yusuf ever so slightly. Arthur doesn't have a pretty mouth like Eames does, but seeing it stretched wide, almost painfully so, instead of drawn into a thin line is a marked improvement and his tongue is no less sharp here. Yusuf brushes Arthur's hand away and replaces it with his own.

Arthur looks up at him and it's hard to tell whether the flash in his eyes is hatred or desire as Yusuf feeds him his cock, one inch at a time, pushing it in and drawing it back out to rub over his lips and cheeks and chin, where it leaves sticky-salty streaks of precome. Arthur grabs his wrist.

"You're fucking with me. Don't fuck with me."

"My apologies," he says, still a little dazed.

Arthur swallows him again, bulging out his cheek so Yusuf's cock gets caught in the tight little space between his gums and teeth. And if that's not a trick he learned from Eames, well, Yusuf will drink every last bottle he has in the lab. It almost hurts, but Arthur alternates it with sloppy sucking and licking at the head, never crushing him there for too long. He's yet to recover from the shock that Arthur's mouth is big enough to do it at all, but the surprise is somewhat secondary to the way it makes him want to slip right out of his chair and puddle on the floor.

"You're brilliant," Yusuf tells him. "Gorgeous. Fantastic."

Ph.D. or no, Yusuf feels like the stupidest man in the world when he's getting head. Arthur, judging by the way his shoulders are shaking with silent laughter, would probably be inclined to agree. Not that Yusuf intends to stop him and ask him any time soon.

He thumbs over Arthur's cheek and Arthur shifts so Yusuf is rubbing his own cock through the thin stretch of skin. It's oddly fascinating, but Arthur doesn't stay like that for long before going back to sucking him the usual way. And even that he only does for a moment before pulling off again.

"Fuck, are you ever going to come?"

"Stamina is a virtue."

Also, he's drunk almost enough to not be able to get hard at all, which means he's just drunk enough to make coming almost impossible. That's probably something Arthur could have done with knowing earlier, but Yusuf has a tendency to let inconvenient facts pass in the heat of the moment as well as later, when they become more pertinent.