Fic: Without Words
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Today I have written Eathur fic. :o
I was supposed to go to the store but I got caught up making pwp. I was thinking about the fandom and feeling sad for not doing anything for a long time (and watching a kid comedy lol). Then something overcame me.
It's been such a long time since I've written fic, and much much longer since I've written Arthur/Eames (oh I don't even dare say it's been four months). I am thrilled to discover my love for writing has returned with passion. I can't take the stupid happy smirk off my face: I wrote fic!
Title: Without Words
Rating: NC-17
Genre: pwp, romance
Word count: 1250
Warnings: bareback, creampie
Summary: After a hard day's work, Arthur is enticed.
Notes: What the hell man, why do I always turn pwps into romancefests! *throwing tables* Whatever actually I think this is awesome.
Arthur looks around the work room. All the other team members have gone home, except for Eames of course. He doesn't really like to stay in hotels in Paris and spends most of his time in the work place. Arthur doesn't mind at all when he's working overtime - he fairly enjoys the other man's silent company when there's just the two of them.
Arthur is standing up and looking at a landscape he's spent time sketching for the last two hourse, seeing the drawing from a better distance. The forger starts to casually make his way toward Arthur's station. Arthur doesn't shoo him away; he even thinks about getting a second opinion.
Eames moves on Arthur's side of the table and too close for him to be evaluating the drawing. Arthur can feel his breath tickling the hairs of his neck, and he tries to look like he doesn't notice. Eames seems to make noises that sound like erotic humming - then again, whenever Eames speaks, Arthur feels that way. Now, there's nobody else to hear it but him and Eames knows it.
"What,.. what are you doing, Eames.."
Arthur's words are not a question; he very well knows what's been going on between them for the last four years since they first met and he accepts whatever it is to come. The playfulness of the forger is gone and all Arthur can see is the determination in his posture. He doesn't dare to look into his eyes.
Eames rests his hand on Arthur's body and unbuttons his pressed, beige pants. Eames looks at him with precision as if he is a canvas he needs to draw on. Arthur blushes under his gaze and Eames takes a step behind him, slowly, and Arthur swallows down the lump in his throat. Eames is eyeing him down and Arthur should feel uncomfortable but he doesn't. Instead, he glances behind him to see Eames still looking at him, not touching him, and Arthur raises his hand to unzip himself. They're not romantically involved, they're friends at best, but that look in Eames' eyes and the demeanor in his presence makes Arthur want to undress for him.
Eames brings his arm around him and Arthur shudders, feeling the thick arm by his hip, and it feels as though there are no clothes between them. Arthur breaths out shakily and he doesn't turn to look at Eames but keeps his eyes on his hand. Eames takes hold of the front of Arthur's briefs and he feels him up. Arthur wants to lay his hand on top of his, to guide him, to tell him where he wants to feel it, but he won't; it's not like that.
Eames' left hand caresses the skin of Arthur's back under his pale pink shirt and slides it into his pants to feel the curve of his bottom. Arthur's pants fall off to his ankles, and he suffers from the thoughts of feeling Eames kiss him behind his ear. He shivers at the thought and the warmth of Eames behind him suddenly closing in. He's taken his briefs off and Arthur closes his eyes, breathless. He hears the sound of a buckle clanging and Eames presses his body against him, his other hand caressing Arthur's length. Arthur feels his wet erection between his ass cheeks and he groans out, his own shaft throbbing hard. The body of the man behind him is hot and Arthur is afraid he'll pass out in the sensation. It seems like there's no air left in the room and it's so heated he wants to take off his shirt, but he knows how much his clothing turns Eames on.
They haven't spoken yet a word but they wouldn't have it any other way. Arthur is so stimulated he can't remember where he is but he can only tell himself he wants the man who's doing it to him. Eames strokes Arthur's slick hair and grabs a fistful of it, making Arthur yelp in the surprise of it. He lets his other hand embrace the smooth skin of Arthur's hip before raising his fingers to his own mouth to wet them. Arthur feels the other's shaft press against him and it makes him whine at each contact. The fingers are soon there, playing against his hole that Arthur wants Eames so badly to fill.
He bends forwards slightly, letting his hands form sweat patterns on his table as he leans against it, and Eames fingers him open. Arthur moves back whenever Eames pulls away and growls as the pace of his fingers inside of him speed up. His cock is leaking cum and he's on the verge of breaking apart, and Eames stops right there. He helps Arthur to lean more forward and Arthur's shivering for contact, for the surge of deeper sensation. Eames enters him and slowly but surely brings Arthur's hips against his own. Arthur pushes back, oh fuck, he wants more, and the sound of Eames groaning low at his eagerness brings him on the edge faster than he would've liked.
Eames holds onto the younger man's hips firmly and watches as he pulls away and thrusts back in deep, Arthur taking his cock in. Arthur follows the movement and yelps as Eames picks up a faster pace. He's hitting him deep and Arthur's world blurs. He moans out words that don't make sense as he arches his head back, thrusting back onto Eames' cock as hard as he can. Eames moves his other hand to Arthur's front and grabs the painfully pink erection while groaning by Arthur's ear, trying to tell him how wonderfully he fits into him, how beautiful he looks like that, broken.
Arthur grabs Eames' forearms and digs his nails in deep into his tanned skin. He cries out and his yell echoes in the room as he comes from one simple touch. Eames caresses his skin, soothing him, but slows down only for a moment. He starts to quicken his pace and lifts Arthur's leg up, holding him up as he's lost all strength. Eames slams into him and watches how nicely he slides in and out of him before leaning forward against Arthur's back, feeling the younger man's heartbeat through his body.
Eames gets close, slowing down, getting in deeper in every thrust, and Arthur's body shakes erratically, his insides pulsing around Eames as he lets out a choked out groan. Eames comes and pulls Arthur snug against him, filling him up while he breaths out shakily against the sweaty shoulder of Arthur.
Arthur knows that Eames doesn't like to settle, he doesn't care for relationships and they have to take their own paths after what happened but Arthur has to admit he enjoys the feel of Eames' weight and warmth. He wants to tell him so but is distracted when Eames pulls out of him and his cum drips out of him. Arthur presses his fingers onto his hole, preventing the cum from leaking out, and Eames watches, then shifts his eyes on Arthur's content expression as he leans against his table, breathless, worn out, come twice.
Eames raises a brow at him and Arthur manages to gain focus and blushes, smiling lightly, as he sees Eames' face. Eames moves to press against his back once more, holds Arthur up from his chin and kisses and suckles on his neck, making a mark that Arthur understands the meaning of. You're mine now.