[ Bump and Grind 001 ] It's just a little bump and grind...
(( warnings! eames is 17 in this verse and there will definitely be some sexings going on. on top of that... daddy kink. uh yeah. you be warned. ))
Eames and his mother hadn't lived near Arthur Delahey for very long. At least, in Eames' opinion, a year wasn't a very long time, for a crowded apartment building whose attrition rate was worse than a whorehouse. Eames hadn't taken much of an interest in Arthur. Yes, the older man was attractive, with his long limbs and the smile he had for Eames' mother and the teen himself, and the disproving look that one time he caught Eames smoking out on his terrace had done interesting things to Eames' stomach, but other than that their interaction had been limited.
But Eames had a fake I.D. in his possession now, and the smoke he'd had before going into this club with two of his mates had lightened his nerves (and the fruity drink had done wonders for that too). And when he spotted Arthur in this darkly lit, thumping club, well, he just couldn't resist.
Since he was dressed for clubbing (a maroon shirt too tight and clinging to him, the jeans he knew made his ass look great, and at some point some drunk girl had smeared glitter on his cheeks) he had made his way over to where Arthur was standing.
He made sure to keep his face angled away from Arthur's when he bumped into his front, arse first, to see the reaction that might garner.
Eames and his mother hadn't lived near Arthur Delahey for very long. At least, in Eames' opinion, a year wasn't a very long time, for a crowded apartment building whose attrition rate was worse than a whorehouse. Eames hadn't taken much of an interest in Arthur. Yes, the older man was attractive, with his long limbs and the smile he had for Eames' mother and the teen himself, and the disproving look that one time he caught Eames smoking out on his terrace had done interesting things to Eames' stomach, but other than that their interaction had been limited.
But Eames had a fake I.D. in his possession now, and the smoke he'd had before going into this club with two of his mates had lightened his nerves (and the fruity drink had done wonders for that too). And when he spotted Arthur in this darkly lit, thumping club, well, he just couldn't resist.
Since he was dressed for clubbing (a maroon shirt too tight and clinging to him, the jeans he knew made his ass look great, and at some point some drunk girl had smeared glitter on his cheeks) he had made his way over to where Arthur was standing.
He made sure to keep his face angled away from Arthur's when he bumped into his front, arse first, to see the reaction that might garner.