[ Laptop left behind in their country home, Arthur has his phone in hand and is clicking away on the buttons of the device, replying to e-mails as he tries to gather leads and updates on their current situation, though he tries to make it appear as if he's playing one of the games, iPod resting to the side with the earphones loosely in place.
He mouths the words here and there, constantly glancing down to the other end of the bed where Eames lies in close contact, and hiding the smile when he feels his eyes on him when he's focusing on the words on the screen. Eames hasn't suggested anywhere to go or anything he wants to do, and Arthur doesn't mind staying in for a while, relaxing, and trying to keep as cool as possible.
He stops what he's doing when the book drops, though, an amused quirk of the eyebrow staring down, and it takes everything he has not to pay attention to where the water makes the skin of his hip glisten, or the fact that Eames is half-naked in general. ] You alive down there?
[ With a rough noise that probably means that's the point, Eames takes him in a little further, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking wet stripes against his cock. Drawing his fingertips up the smooth patch of skin between Arthur's balls, Eames curves his fingers around Arthur's dick, giving a little, playful squeeze as he swallows him in further. ]
[ Fists tightening around the soft fabric of the bedspread, Arthur tries to control himself, to relax and enjoy it that much more, but everything is so intense, too much to bear, and the longer Eames works him, the quicker he feels himself falling.
Skin flushed red from chest to neck, the colour creeping into his cheeks, and inhale gulping gasps of air that come out as moaned profanities and Eames' name. He slides his fingers into Eames' hair, curls his fingers into a tangle around the strands, tugging but not too hard in encouragement, to give some sort of warning, and he stiffens, back arches all the way from the bed, and comes hard and fast, body jerking violently as he rides it out. ]
[ He loves that he can reduce Arthur to this gasping, quivering mess so easily. He's known for a long time that he's good in bed, that he knows how to use what he's got to the maximum, but with Arthur it's always so flattering, so obvious that Eames drives him out of his mind.
Swallowing the thick globs of come, Eames shifts, plants a kiss to his belly, rubbing his rough cheek along his skin before lifting himself on to his arms. ] Feeling better?
[ Arthur drops flat to the bed, breathing in deep lungfuls of air, fingers carding through Eames' hair absently, eyes closed as his body recovers. It takes a minute or two to answer, but when he does he manages to open his eyes and focus on Eames, smiling down at him, skin hyper-sensitive to every touch and twitching noticeably under each one. ] On top of the world.
[ He takes another minute, and when his breathing regains its normal rhythm, he draws his hands up along Eames' sides and then snakes them around him, pulling him down for a kiss. He runs his tongue over his lip, fighting his way inside, and takes to battling with Eames' tongue, catching the taste of himself there and moaning into it. ] Welcome home.
[ That gets a laugh, breathless and pleased as he rubs his body up against Arthur's, makes a noise that's half growl. His limbs are firm, cock leaving a sticky trail of precome over his hip and Eames grins like a kid in a candy store, foot nudging the box of toys accidently. ] You miss me?
[ Running his hands over the well-defined shoulders and smoothing out over what he thinks is the perfect curve of his back, Arthur cups his fingers around Eames' arse and squeezes teasingly, a finger sliding between the cleft and the tip circling at his hole, pressing against the muscle.
No matter how sensitive he is after climax, Eames never fails to help him get hard again without even trying, and as he feels the heavy weight of his cock rubbing against him, he bites down on his lip hard to stop himself from moaning out, reaching down to stroke him. ] Like you wouldn't believe. [ Stretching out a leg and using his foot to drag it closer, he brings the box of toys up the bed and peers inside awkwardly from their position. A wry little smile pulls into place and he takes out a lengthy vibrator. ] Pass me the lube.
[ He shifts back on to his heels, cock curving up to his stomach as he scrambles about on the sheets for the lube. He doesn't even bother reading the label, it's probably tingling, or scented, or something ridiculous, but lust is curling its way around his brain and making him dizzy from it.
Arthur's hands on his backside elicit a throaty moan, something he does nothing to hide, because they're alone and he can be as loud as he wants. Especially when he slides back, clamps his teeth along Arthur's shoulder with a noise. ] God, you absolute fuck. I want you.
[ Flashing a grin that crinkles around the corners of his eyes, Arthur takes the bottle and flips the cap open, spreading his legs open wide and lifting his hips enough so that when he squirts a line of the slick solution along his finger he can easy reach down and press it inside, in a rush to stretch himself open and lube himself up. He presses in a second finger, then a third, gasping a little as he probes deeper, making a show of it especially for Eames.
When he can't wait any longer, he pulls his hand away and shifts to lift his legs high enough to drape them over Eames' shoulders, getting a bit more of the lube into the palm of his hand this time and smears it over Eames' leaking cock, mixing it in with the precome. ] Shit, come here. Come here and take me.
[ Eames' eyes go a little glazed, mouth open and parted as he watches Arthur work himself open, his fingers twisting and stretching his hot little body. It makes Eames painfully hard to the point that his prick is nothing but a fierce throb between his legs.
With Arthur's knee curving around his shoulder, Eames' hand goes to settle on it, holding him up as he shifts forward. With his own hand on the base of his cock, he guides it to Arthur's entrance, pushing the head in carefully and biting down on his lip to stop the hot litany of swearwords he's tempted with.
He wants to be gentle, he always does, but this time he can't stop himself from pushing all the way into the other man's snug, tight body, feeling his warmth pull him inside. ] Fnnn.
[ Arthur's moaning out broken sounds the second he feels Eames pressing inside, and he forces himself to relax, to let him in, muscles pulling him in rather than pushing him out, moulding around him as if he belongs there. He drops one of his legs lower so that it's hugging around Eames' side instead, the other still held up high, offering up easier access, and he's already out of breath and impaling himself further, trying desperately to encourage Eames to move. ]
God, shit, fuck. Eames. [ He takes hold of his own hardening cock, aching in the palm of his hand as he jerks it roughly until it's at full length. ] Fuck, I forgot how good your cock feels. Move. Now. [ He forces himself right down, taking every inch inside, and making a strangled noise when he pushes down on the perfect spot. ]
[ He doesn't need to be asked twice, just lets his forehead drop to Arthur's shoulder as he pulls out and then thrusts back into the warmth. It takes him a moment to get the angle right, the tempo even, long twists of his hips snapping into place against Arthur's body.
He grunts, breathing hitting his chest in shallow pants, curling his hand around Arthur's and matching the timing of their movements. ]
[ With every thrust of Eames' hips, Arthur pushes himself against him with enthusiastic movements, pulling away as he drives backwards, and he almost loses himself in the ecstasy of it, skin heating up with their warmth, prickling with sweat in places.
He lets Eames take over, freeing his hand from his cock, and fumbling on the mattress beside him, he awkwardly squeezes some of the lube into his hand from the open bottle lying there, smooths it over the length of the vibrator, and he drops both his legs around Eames' waist now, pulling him closer so that he reach to his arse. He smears some of the lube around his opening, testing the muscle as he pushes a fingertip in and out, driving it in deeper each time. Voice deep and breathless, dripping with lust and desire as he slips a second finger inside Eames. ] That feel good?
[ It's more than good, Eames clenches around his fingers, breathing hard and pressed into Arthur's shoulder as he groans, low and a little dirty sounding. It makes his thrust falter just slightly, unsure whether or not to press back or thrust in. With a choking whimpered noise. ]
[ Thin lips stretching into a devious smile, Arthur doesn't need anymore encouragement or convincing, quickly removing his fingers and instead replacing them with the vibrator. It takes a moment to line it up just right, still moving with Eames as he thrusts in and out, and he slowly slides it inside, turning it at the top until it springs into lift, trembling in his hand.
He lifts his hips higher from the bed, the head of Eames' cock catching him in the right place, and his muscles squeeze around him, as if they don't want to let go, and he arches his back, movements faltering for a moment as he cries out. Trying and failing to sound teasing, instead the words falling out wretched, like he's just been running a marathon. ] I can always stop if you want.
Noo. [ It trails off into something that can only be described as a whine, body twitching, muscles clamping around the vibrator. He shifts his knees under Arthur to help him get the right angle, breath panted in nothing but rough gasps.
Tightening his grip around Arthur's prick, Eames' hand spasms around him, pumping him sloppily, desperately, fine motor functions gone to fuck. ] Oh god. Oh. Ohshit. That feels - gnnn.
He mouths the words here and there, constantly glancing down to the other end of the bed where Eames lies in close contact, and hiding the smile when he feels his eyes on him when he's focusing on the words on the screen. Eames hasn't suggested anywhere to go or anything he wants to do, and Arthur doesn't mind staying in for a while, relaxing, and trying to keep as cool as possible.
He stops what he's doing when the book drops, though, an amused quirk of the eyebrow staring down, and it takes everything he has not to pay attention to where the water makes the skin of his hip glisten, or the fact that Eames is half-naked in general. ] You alive down there?
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Skin flushed red from chest to neck, the colour creeping into his cheeks, and inhale gulping gasps of air that come out as moaned profanities and Eames' name. He slides his fingers into Eames' hair, curls his fingers into a tangle around the strands, tugging but not too hard in encouragement, to give some sort of warning, and he stiffens, back arches all the way from the bed, and comes hard and fast, body jerking violently as he rides it out. ]
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Swallowing the thick globs of come, Eames shifts, plants a kiss to his belly, rubbing his rough cheek along his skin before lifting himself on to his arms. ] Feeling better?
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[ He takes another minute, and when his breathing regains its normal rhythm, he draws his hands up along Eames' sides and then snakes them around him, pulling him down for a kiss. He runs his tongue over his lip, fighting his way inside, and takes to battling with Eames' tongue, catching the taste of himself there and moaning into it. ] Welcome home.
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No matter how sensitive he is after climax, Eames never fails to help him get hard again without even trying, and as he feels the heavy weight of his cock rubbing against him, he bites down on his lip hard to stop himself from moaning out, reaching down to stroke him. ] Like you wouldn't believe. [ Stretching out a leg and using his foot to drag it closer, he brings the box of toys up the bed and peers inside awkwardly from their position. A wry little smile pulls into place and he takes out a lengthy vibrator. ] Pass me the lube.
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Arthur's hands on his backside elicit a throaty moan, something he does nothing to hide, because they're alone and he can be as loud as he wants. Especially when he slides back, clamps his teeth along Arthur's shoulder with a noise. ] God, you absolute fuck. I want you.
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When he can't wait any longer, he pulls his hand away and shifts to lift his legs high enough to drape them over Eames' shoulders, getting a bit more of the lube into the palm of his hand this time and smears it over Eames' leaking cock, mixing it in with the precome. ] Shit, come here. Come here and take me.
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With Arthur's knee curving around his shoulder, Eames' hand goes to settle on it, holding him up as he shifts forward. With his own hand on the base of his cock, he guides it to Arthur's entrance, pushing the head in carefully and biting down on his lip to stop the hot litany of swearwords he's tempted with.
He wants to be gentle, he always does, but this time he can't stop himself from pushing all the way into the other man's snug, tight body, feeling his warmth pull him inside. ] Fnnn.
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God, shit, fuck. Eames. [ He takes hold of his own hardening cock, aching in the palm of his hand as he jerks it roughly until it's at full length. ] Fuck, I forgot how good your cock feels. Move. Now. [ He forces himself right down, taking every inch inside, and making a strangled noise when he pushes down on the perfect spot. ]
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He grunts, breathing hitting his chest in shallow pants, curling his hand around Arthur's and matching the timing of their movements. ]
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He lets Eames take over, freeing his hand from his cock, and fumbling on the mattress beside him, he awkwardly squeezes some of the lube into his hand from the open bottle lying there, smooths it over the length of the vibrator, and he drops both his legs around Eames' waist now, pulling him closer so that he reach to his arse. He smears some of the lube around his opening, testing the muscle as he pushes a fingertip in and out, driving it in deeper each time. Voice deep and breathless, dripping with lust and desire as he slips a second finger inside Eames. ] That feel good?
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Jesus, Arthur. Yes.
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He lifts his hips higher from the bed, the head of Eames' cock catching him in the right place, and his muscles squeeze around him, as if they don't want to let go, and he arches his back, movements faltering for a moment as he cries out. Trying and failing to sound teasing, instead the words falling out wretched, like he's just been running a marathon. ] I can always stop if you want.
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Tightening his grip around Arthur's prick, Eames' hand spasms around him, pumping him sloppily, desperately, fine motor functions gone to fuck. ] Oh god. Oh. Ohshit. That feels - gnnn.
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