Merry Month of Masturbation: A/E Wanking Fest

May 02, 2011 22:03

Since it's Merry Month of Masturbation, let the boys wank to their heart's content!!

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Re: Public Indecency (Arthur/Eames; R) janonny May 3 2011, 13:17:55 UTC

“Yeah, I am,” said Eames with a scratchy voice. “But so are you, wanking off in public like this.”

“I can’t...there’s nowhere for me to go,” choked out Arthur, refusing to look up.

“I’m not complaining. This is fucking hot, Arthur,” said Eames, sounding sincere. “Come on, please? Can’t you just, just keep going?”

Arthur’s grip was already tightening. He groaned, wanting so much to just keep jerking off. He looked up, stared at Eames’ dilated eyes and parted red lips.

He realized he had bargaining power here.

“You do it too,” said Arthur, almost harsh.

Eames looked dazzled at the thought, jaw slackening a little.

“Come on, Eames. Take out your c-cock.” He got through his demand with just the slightest of stumbles over the last word.

With fumbling hands, Eames unzipped his pants. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that.”

Undoing his pants, he pulled his flushed, hard cock out as well. Arthur groaned at the sight, staring at the thick length and the hooded head.

“You’re uncut,” he murmured in wonder.

Eames shifted. “Yeah. It looks different from yours.”

He pushed the foreskin down, rolling his thumb over the exposed head of his penis. Eames groaned loudly at that touch alone.

“Damn,” swore Arthur, beginning to pump his hand again.

Gray eyes stared at him. “It feels good like that.”

Eames began moving his hand as well, stripping his cock in a rhythm that matched Arthur’s. Feeling bold, Arthur stepped closer, their cocks and moving fists almost touching.

“Yeah, oh fuck! Are you, are you going to-” Eames couldn’t even finish his sentence, biting down on his lower lip. He looked wrecked already, like he was suddenly close to his orgasm.

Arthur felt like he really was going to come, his toes curling in his sneakers from pleasure and his cock fairly dripping in his hand.

But he wanted just one more, just a little bit more…

“You come first,” he said, voice low and rough. “Lemme see, I can’t-”

That seemed to be enough for Eames, who twisted his hand as his hips rocked forward, coming with a jerk and a whimper. Eames kept pumping his hand, shooting his come onto Arthur’s cock and hand, since they were standing so close. The splash of hot semen against his erection caused Arthur to cry out, to hunch over at the feeling. He jerked off faster, knowing that he was spreading Eames’ semen all over his cock, vision hazing over at the white hot pleasure coiling around him.

His orgasm overtook him with a breathless rush, shaking through his body. He came hard, jerking his cock and gasping and just coming so much, semen dripping everywhere. He was coming more than he ever had before, hand still pulling over his pulsing cock.

He didn’t know how long it took, but it felt like ages of hard breathing, of such amazing pleasure, before he could open his eyes again, really take in his surroundings once more. His hand felt like it was dripping wet, covered in his and Eames’ spunk.

“Fuck that was hot,” said Eames in awe.

Eames reached out and caught a drop of semen from Arthur’s cock, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick it off, with his pink tongue flicking out between indecent lips. Arthur groaned, his brain assaulted by arousal even if his cock wasn’t up for it yet. If it didn’t feel like he had just drained his balls dry, he would get hard again.

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