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Internet, I have thoughts for you:
He watches Arthur untie Ariadne's tie, unthreading the knot with careful and practised fingers, but it's not without the faint tremor. Ariadne's tie is dark gold, like the highlights of her hair. It's loose now, pulled out of the tight bun she'd had it in, to make it look like her hair was actually short.
She's just watching Arthur, her thumb sliding along the strap of the dress as he begins to undo her shirt, the buttons sliding out. The fabric is fine cotton, Eames is nearly sure, but it doesn't look as expensive as what Arthur would buy for himself. He tries not to breath in too hard when he sees the thick white straps of the binder showing under the white undershirt. Her belt is still loosely fastened when she finally has enough of Arthur's teasing fingers and his huge dark eyes watching her, flicking over to Eames on the corner of the bed.
Ariadne pushes him down now, slides between his legs under the skirt rucks up around his narrow hips. She grins and cannot stop grinning, her fingers tracing the garters--because of course Arthur would be wearing garters--before she touches his mouth. Arthur's groin is covered by hers, and in a flash, it's as if she's fucking him like this, with her trousers barely open and his legs splayed, panties pushes aside. Eames things he wouldn't even see the straps to the harness like this, just the push of her hips and his small groans as he clung to her.
Ariadne's eyes are on Eames when she leans down and finally, finally kisses Arthur, slow, so Eames can see the way their mouths work against each other, and when she pulls away there's lipstick smeared across both of their faces. They should look ghoulish, Arthur sweating enough so his makeup is beginning to cake around the eyelids, and both of them looking like blood's been splashed over their lips.
They reach for him, though, both hands out stretched and he gives them his hands and allows himself to be pulled between them and thinks there is no place he'd rather be.
Basically, I want moar crossdressing porn on all of their parts. :( I want Ariadne in men's suits cut to fit her, and Arthur and Eames both in panties, and idk idk idk. Someone give this to me. :(
He watches Arthur untie Ariadne's tie, unthreading the knot with careful and practised fingers, but it's not without the faint tremor. Ariadne's tie is dark gold, like the highlights of her hair. It's loose now, pulled out of the tight bun she'd had it in, to make it look like her hair was actually short.
She's just watching Arthur, her thumb sliding along the strap of the dress as he begins to undo her shirt, the buttons sliding out. The fabric is fine cotton, Eames is nearly sure, but it doesn't look as expensive as what Arthur would buy for himself. He tries not to breath in too hard when he sees the thick white straps of the binder showing under the white undershirt. Her belt is still loosely fastened when she finally has enough of Arthur's teasing fingers and his huge dark eyes watching her, flicking over to Eames on the corner of the bed.
Ariadne pushes him down now, slides between his legs under the skirt rucks up around his narrow hips. She grins and cannot stop grinning, her fingers tracing the garters--because of course Arthur would be wearing garters--before she touches his mouth. Arthur's groin is covered by hers, and in a flash, it's as if she's fucking him like this, with her trousers barely open and his legs splayed, panties pushes aside. Eames things he wouldn't even see the straps to the harness like this, just the push of her hips and his small groans as he clung to her.
Ariadne's eyes are on Eames when she leans down and finally, finally kisses Arthur, slow, so Eames can see the way their mouths work against each other, and when she pulls away there's lipstick smeared across both of their faces. They should look ghoulish, Arthur sweating enough so his makeup is beginning to cake around the eyelids, and both of them looking like blood's been splashed over their lips.
They reach for him, though, both hands out stretched and he gives them his hands and allows himself to be pulled between them and thinks there is no place he'd rather be.
Basically, I want moar crossdressing porn on all of their parts. :( I want Ariadne in men's suits cut to fit her, and Arthur and Eames both in panties, and idk idk idk. Someone give this to me. :(