Prompt Post No. 17
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He barely gets his knees under him before Eames’ tongue is sliding along the exposed curve of his ass,a slow,exploratory lick that touches nothing delicate but promises so very much. Arthur rests his head on his forearms and shifts his knees further apart.
But Eames doesn’t take the obvious invitation. Instead he licks again, on the other side of Arthur’s cleft, and Arthur shudders in desperation.“Do you want me to ask for it?” he says, muffled. “Is that what you’re waiting for?”
Eames barks once.
“Fuck, Eames, put that tongue to good use and eat me out like you mean it.” Arthur lifts his hips higher before adding, “please.”
The please turns into a hiss on his tongue when Eames obliges, licking into him firm and wet and unrelenting. Not that Eames is usually fucking amazing with his mouth, but the broad texture of the dog’s tongue lapping at him is something else entirely. He bites down on his forearm and spreads his legs as wide as he can, thighs shaking, giving Eames free rein to lick in long strokes right from his balls up over his hole.
Slowly his tongue becomes more focused, working insistently against him until he’s teasing inside on every firm push. Arthur groans, relaxing into the sensation and letting Eames lick deeper. It’d be easy enough to just dream himself open and ready. Eames could already be fucking him, and the thought makes his cock jerk in anticipation. But he’s always like this; always insistent on being the one to work Arthur open with his tongue or thick fingers coated in lube or even just his slick cock, easing in torturously slow until Arthur can take it.
Arthur pants under the warm sun and the effort of holding himself up on quivering thighs. His stomach is clenching, pleasure threading tension along the length of his spine, and it’d be so easy to come just like this. Not that he wants to, not yet, but...
Eames growls when he reaches between his own legs, tongue still laid flat against his hole, and the vibration is enough to make his hips buck reflexively. “Fuck me then,” he gasps. “Come on. I’m ready.”
Apparently Eames agrees, giving one last lick before pulling back. Arthur knows he’s still right there, still close enough for the heat of his breath to fan across Arthur’s oversensitive skin. Arthur knows what comes next. Anticipation adds to the tight quiver of his skin as he waits, spine arched, offering himself up to the beast behind him. “Please.”
Eames mounts him easily, furred muscled pressing against the backs of thighs and roundness off his ass. He’s heavy, holding Arthur firm with surprising strength in the forelegs clamped around his waist, and Arthur squirms. “Yes,” he hisses at the first slick touch of Eames’ cock. “Fuck yes, fuck.”
This time when Eames growls, low and animal and so fucking thrilling alongside the unfamiliar sensation of soft fur rubbing against him, Arthur pushes his hips back. The head is thicker than usual, more of a stretch as Eames gives a shallow thrust. Arthur closes his eyes.He could make it easier; it’s a dream. But he doesn’t really want to, doesn’t want to lose the sharp thrill of Eames’ cock fucking him open.
Eames is being careful,Arthur can tell, pulling out before he can thrust all the way in, driving a little deeper each time.Arthur’s not sure whether he’s grateful for the chance to adjust to the size of the dog’s cock or going insane with how badly he just wants to be fucked, right now.
When Eames’ hips finally press up firm against his ass,Arthur shudders. For all that Eames is impressively endowed in reality,he’s never been as deep inside Arthur as he is right now.
Arthur digs his fingers into the grass.“Do it.”
He’s not prepared for the first real thrust, how fucking hard Eames pumps his hips.There’s nothing slow or careful about it now. Eames’ claws scratch at the taut skin of Arthur’s belly as he fucks him relentlessly,a touch of sharp pain to offset the overwhelming fullness.
thank you all for your comments,the end will be posted later today
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Thank you so much for continuing this. You aren't glossing, you aren't hedging, this is the real fucking deal. *______* You are wonderful, anon.
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