Fic: Two Thumbs Up (4/5)
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Fic: Two Thumbs Up (4/5)
Author: J
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Highlight to see Warnings:Profanity, unbetaed, fake dub-con, fake coercion. This is my attempt at speed PWP.
Summary: Arthur takes on a job without realizing how much porn would be involved. Wtf?
Previous part here.
The table was small, just enough for Arthur to sit on. But it was sturdy oak at least so it would be able to take the weight of the more depraved things which were going to happen soon.
Arthur gripped the sides of the table and glared out the window.
Casting an appraising gaze over him, Eames smiled and came nearer. He ran his hands down Arthur's chest, brushing maddeningly against his already tight nipples before stroking over his stomach and sharp lines of his hips that led down to his groin. But Eames avoided touching his erection, pushing instead against his thighs. He spread them wide.
"I want to be able to see everything, sweetheart," said Eames.
He pushed Arthur so that he was leaning back against the wall and lifted one leg to prop his foot up against the windowsill. Now, Arthur was really spread open. His traitorous dick was still hard and swollen between the ends of his shirt and pointing upwards with interest. He would cover up if Eames wouldn't laugh at him for being a Victorian flower with delicate sensibilities.
Then Eames went down on his knees.
Arthur felt his chest constrict in anticipation of what would come next, tensing as Eames gripped his hips and tilted his ass outwards. His cheeks warmed at the position he was in but he didn't have time to feel embarrassed as Eames leaned in and swiped his tongue along his balls. Arthur pressed his head back and tried to muffle his moans as Eames mouthed one testicle gently before moving on to the other, pausing randomly to suck fat lovebites into his inner thighs.
Before he could protest the marks, Eames was moving lower. Without preamble, he sealed his lips over Arthur's hole and mouthed at it. He pressed his tongue at Arthur's twitching hole even as his lips sealed and pushed around it. Arthur's breathing was labored and he couldn't stop the little cries escaping his own lips now. The one fucking thing he was particularly weak to was rimming. And Eames had always took to rimming like he was starving for it.
Arthur tightened his grip on the table as he ground his ass down, biting his lip against the grunts he was making as Eames tonguefucked him with enthusiasm. Eames opened him up and licked into him with strong thrusts of his tongue.
"Ah, ah, please," cried Arthur, not even aware of what he was asking for.
He felt fingers pushing against his entrance along with Eames' tongue. Wait...not fingers, thicker than...
He looked down to see that Eames had pushed his thumbs in as well, sinking them into Arthur's hole that was now sloppy with saliva and loose from pleasure. The rest of his fingers were digging into Arthur's cheeks deeply but Arthur could barely feel them over Eames' tongue that was still going at it.
Except Eames was pulling back now, looking up with reddened lips and an obscenely wet, perfect mouth. He smirked and Arthur's dick drooled all the more at this filthy, delicious sight.
Eames had to ruin the moment of course. "Two thumbs up."
Arthur frowned through his haze of arousal. "What?"
The smirk grew. "Two thumbs up for and in this slutty arse."
One of Eames' most annoying traits - out of a great fucking many - was his incorrigible humor at the worst possible times. This quite possibly topped the time Eames had started moaning over-dramatically to be stuffed like a turkey when Arthur had been pounding into him on Thanksgiving night.
Arthur unclenched one tense hand from the table and gripped Eames by the back of his hair instead. "Put your mouth to better use, you idiot."
That was really not how he should be acting but he didn't fucking care right at that moment. He pushed Eames down towards his ass again and the forger happily went. He thought he could feel that smirk against his skin but there wasn't time to think much about it before Eames was pushing his tongue in between his thumbs. The other man used his hold to spread Arthur's cheeks further and shove his tongue in deeper.
Arthur felt full and the squirmy sensation made his leg kick out against the windowsill helplessly, gasping and moaning as Eames ate him out as deeply as he could.
His grip on Eames' hair tightened as he pushed the man down harder. He let his small cries go unchecked as Eames' nose pressed up behind his balls and his tongue pushed in deeper. Arthur could feel himself falling apart, the pressure right there and the wetness driving him mad. His balls were so heavy and tight, his erection leaking continuously at this point, smearing wetness against his bent stomach.
Eames seemed to push in further with this thumbs and flicked his tongue in and out harder and faster while moaning deep in his throat.
The sharp, breathtaking jolt and the sound of hoarse pleasure set against the wet, intimate press of Eames' lips and tongue shot Arthur over. He gasped brokenly, whole body clenching up as he came in a tight curl. His dick continued jerking and pulsing out hot semen that splashed against his stomach, the release a drawn out stretch of pleasure as Eames continued eating him out.
He slumped against the wall with limbs akimbo. His trembling leg remained propped up against the window, held up by Eames' shoulder.
While he was still shuddering and breathing in short, hard bursts, Eames straightened and stepped away. He wiped his wet, red lips with one hand while the other undid his pants with the other. He pulled his thick hard dick out from the gap of his pants and smeared his own leaking tip against Arthur's entrance.
With one hand, he squeezed Arthur's pale thigh, gray eyes meeting his in a wide, silent question. The idiot... This entire plot was Eames' idea and now he was asking permission? Arthur curled a leg around Eames' side and nudged him forward in reply.
The forger smiled, a brief flash of crooked teeth. Then he was holding Arthur's legs up and pushing in relentlessly. Arthur who hadn't caught his wind from his own orgasm found himself gripping onto Eames' flexing biceps as his breaths came in low pants and stifled grunts from the back of his throat. Arthur tossed his head and dug his hands in. His hips were canted up and open and he couldn't move away or towards Eames, the way he was pinned to the table.
It was over-stimulation too soon after coming, the way Eames was pounding into him and hitting his prostate with each hard thrust. His dick, still half-hard from the previous round, rubbed against Eames' cotton shirt and he felt raw and electrified to the bone.
As usual, Eames was running his mouth though he seemed to be trying to keep to a porn-ish dialogue rather than his usual endearments. "Oh yes, fuck, you're tight, ah, ah...you like this don't you, darling, me deep in you, cause I love this, you're amazing, you feel so good, come on..."
There was no way he was going to be able to get a full erection again in so short a time and there was no time anyway now because Eames had been very close from eating him out. The man was coming, eyes opened wide and lips parted in harsh grunts. He gave an erratic thrust forward and back and Arthur felt the first heat of his ejaculation before he started pulling out. Eames pumped his dick urgently as he continued coming all over Arthur's spread thighs and bared ass and dick.
Eames breathed harshly, soothing one hand over his dick and the other smearing his come into Arthur's skin, rubbing it shallowly into Arthur's hole and over his dick.
Arthur moaned and let his body lean back in exhaustion. Fuck, Eames had never done that before. He usually liked coming completely in Arthur's ass, loved to slick his fingers in afterward to feel him all wet with his come. He liked to eat Arthur out again too if they were both up for it.
But porn liked their money shots and come all over the person being fucked. It was probably supposed to be degrading but Arthur really couldn't make himself care and found it pretty hot instead. Seeing Eames' heated gaze, he was definitely going to give a shot at coming on Eames the next time they rolled into bed together. Preferably on his face.
Then he remembered the only line they had scripted needed delivering right about now.
"I've...I've done what you asked. Where are the files?" He didn't even have to fake the break in his voice, he was still feeling a bit wobbly and his lips felt like they were buzzing.
Eames rubbed a possessive hand over Arthur's now limp penis. "Let's talk about this tomorrow again. Same time, same place."
Arthur didn't even have to fake the outrage on his face. His dick was quite sore, thank you very much, it didn't need anymore fondling.
He figured that was enough for the entire show and pushed Eames away with his foot. The man went willingly, hiking up his pants but not bothering to do it back up. The man was always shameless about his genitals. Arthur concentrated and willed all the cameras 'off, off, off'. No significant change was visible but he felt the usual rush that came with working the dreamspace.
Eames walked over to the shelves and stared for a moment, probably willing the culmination of their porn into existence. He picked out a DVD case. It was plain white and had the words "Blackmail sex Pt 1" written in marker on the cover.
"Success," said Eames with a smug grin.
Pushing himself off the table, Arthur stood on shaky legs for a few seconds before he began gathering up his clothes. "Do up your pants, put on your forge and get out of here."
"Back to your usual pliant self?" asked Eames, just to be annoying.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Just hurry up and go. We're on the clock here."
"Aye, aye," said Eames with a mock salute.
TBC
Next part here.
Fic: Two Thumbs Up (4/5)
Author: J
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Highlight to see Warnings:Profanity, unbetaed, fake dub-con, fake coercion. This is my attempt at speed PWP.
Summary: Arthur takes on a job without realizing how much porn would be involved. Wtf?
Previous part here.
The table was small, just enough for Arthur to sit on. But it was sturdy oak at least so it would be able to take the weight of the more depraved things which were going to happen soon.
Arthur gripped the sides of the table and glared out the window.
Casting an appraising gaze over him, Eames smiled and came nearer. He ran his hands down Arthur's chest, brushing maddeningly against his already tight nipples before stroking over his stomach and sharp lines of his hips that led down to his groin. But Eames avoided touching his erection, pushing instead against his thighs. He spread them wide.
"I want to be able to see everything, sweetheart," said Eames.
He pushed Arthur so that he was leaning back against the wall and lifted one leg to prop his foot up against the windowsill. Now, Arthur was really spread open. His traitorous dick was still hard and swollen between the ends of his shirt and pointing upwards with interest. He would cover up if Eames wouldn't laugh at him for being a Victorian flower with delicate sensibilities.
Then Eames went down on his knees.
Arthur felt his chest constrict in anticipation of what would come next, tensing as Eames gripped his hips and tilted his ass outwards. His cheeks warmed at the position he was in but he didn't have time to feel embarrassed as Eames leaned in and swiped his tongue along his balls. Arthur pressed his head back and tried to muffle his moans as Eames mouthed one testicle gently before moving on to the other, pausing randomly to suck fat lovebites into his inner thighs.
Before he could protest the marks, Eames was moving lower. Without preamble, he sealed his lips over Arthur's hole and mouthed at it. He pressed his tongue at Arthur's twitching hole even as his lips sealed and pushed around it. Arthur's breathing was labored and he couldn't stop the little cries escaping his own lips now. The one fucking thing he was particularly weak to was rimming. And Eames had always took to rimming like he was starving for it.
Arthur tightened his grip on the table as he ground his ass down, biting his lip against the grunts he was making as Eames tonguefucked him with enthusiasm. Eames opened him up and licked into him with strong thrusts of his tongue.
"Ah, ah, please," cried Arthur, not even aware of what he was asking for.
He felt fingers pushing against his entrance along with Eames' tongue. Wait...not fingers, thicker than...
He looked down to see that Eames had pushed his thumbs in as well, sinking them into Arthur's hole that was now sloppy with saliva and loose from pleasure. The rest of his fingers were digging into Arthur's cheeks deeply but Arthur could barely feel them over Eames' tongue that was still going at it.
Except Eames was pulling back now, looking up with reddened lips and an obscenely wet, perfect mouth. He smirked and Arthur's dick drooled all the more at this filthy, delicious sight.
Eames had to ruin the moment of course. "Two thumbs up."
Arthur frowned through his haze of arousal. "What?"
The smirk grew. "Two thumbs up for and in this slutty arse."
One of Eames' most annoying traits - out of a great fucking many - was his incorrigible humor at the worst possible times. This quite possibly topped the time Eames had started moaning over-dramatically to be stuffed like a turkey when Arthur had been pounding into him on Thanksgiving night.
Arthur unclenched one tense hand from the table and gripped Eames by the back of his hair instead. "Put your mouth to better use, you idiot."
That was really not how he should be acting but he didn't fucking care right at that moment. He pushed Eames down towards his ass again and the forger happily went. He thought he could feel that smirk against his skin but there wasn't time to think much about it before Eames was pushing his tongue in between his thumbs. The other man used his hold to spread Arthur's cheeks further and shove his tongue in deeper.
Arthur felt full and the squirmy sensation made his leg kick out against the windowsill helplessly, gasping and moaning as Eames ate him out as deeply as he could.
His grip on Eames' hair tightened as he pushed the man down harder. He let his small cries go unchecked as Eames' nose pressed up behind his balls and his tongue pushed in deeper. Arthur could feel himself falling apart, the pressure right there and the wetness driving him mad. His balls were so heavy and tight, his erection leaking continuously at this point, smearing wetness against his bent stomach.
Eames seemed to push in further with this thumbs and flicked his tongue in and out harder and faster while moaning deep in his throat.
The sharp, breathtaking jolt and the sound of hoarse pleasure set against the wet, intimate press of Eames' lips and tongue shot Arthur over. He gasped brokenly, whole body clenching up as he came in a tight curl. His dick continued jerking and pulsing out hot semen that splashed against his stomach, the release a drawn out stretch of pleasure as Eames continued eating him out.
He slumped against the wall with limbs akimbo. His trembling leg remained propped up against the window, held up by Eames' shoulder.
While he was still shuddering and breathing in short, hard bursts, Eames straightened and stepped away. He wiped his wet, red lips with one hand while the other undid his pants with the other. He pulled his thick hard dick out from the gap of his pants and smeared his own leaking tip against Arthur's entrance.
With one hand, he squeezed Arthur's pale thigh, gray eyes meeting his in a wide, silent question. The idiot... This entire plot was Eames' idea and now he was asking permission? Arthur curled a leg around Eames' side and nudged him forward in reply.
The forger smiled, a brief flash of crooked teeth. Then he was holding Arthur's legs up and pushing in relentlessly. Arthur who hadn't caught his wind from his own orgasm found himself gripping onto Eames' flexing biceps as his breaths came in low pants and stifled grunts from the back of his throat. Arthur tossed his head and dug his hands in. His hips were canted up and open and he couldn't move away or towards Eames, the way he was pinned to the table.
It was over-stimulation too soon after coming, the way Eames was pounding into him and hitting his prostate with each hard thrust. His dick, still half-hard from the previous round, rubbed against Eames' cotton shirt and he felt raw and electrified to the bone.
As usual, Eames was running his mouth though he seemed to be trying to keep to a porn-ish dialogue rather than his usual endearments. "Oh yes, fuck, you're tight, ah, ah...you like this don't you, darling, me deep in you, cause I love this, you're amazing, you feel so good, come on..."
There was no way he was going to be able to get a full erection again in so short a time and there was no time anyway now because Eames had been very close from eating him out. The man was coming, eyes opened wide and lips parted in harsh grunts. He gave an erratic thrust forward and back and Arthur felt the first heat of his ejaculation before he started pulling out. Eames pumped his dick urgently as he continued coming all over Arthur's spread thighs and bared ass and dick.
Eames breathed harshly, soothing one hand over his dick and the other smearing his come into Arthur's skin, rubbing it shallowly into Arthur's hole and over his dick.
Arthur moaned and let his body lean back in exhaustion. Fuck, Eames had never done that before. He usually liked coming completely in Arthur's ass, loved to slick his fingers in afterward to feel him all wet with his come. He liked to eat Arthur out again too if they were both up for it.
But porn liked their money shots and come all over the person being fucked. It was probably supposed to be degrading but Arthur really couldn't make himself care and found it pretty hot instead. Seeing Eames' heated gaze, he was definitely going to give a shot at coming on Eames the next time they rolled into bed together. Preferably on his face.
Then he remembered the only line they had scripted needed delivering right about now.
"I've...I've done what you asked. Where are the files?" He didn't even have to fake the break in his voice, he was still feeling a bit wobbly and his lips felt like they were buzzing.
Eames rubbed a possessive hand over Arthur's now limp penis. "Let's talk about this tomorrow again. Same time, same place."
Arthur didn't even have to fake the outrage on his face. His dick was quite sore, thank you very much, it didn't need anymore fondling.
He figured that was enough for the entire show and pushed Eames away with his foot. The man went willingly, hiking up his pants but not bothering to do it back up. The man was always shameless about his genitals. Arthur concentrated and willed all the cameras 'off, off, off'. No significant change was visible but he felt the usual rush that came with working the dreamspace.
Eames walked over to the shelves and stared for a moment, probably willing the culmination of their porn into existence. He picked out a DVD case. It was plain white and had the words "Blackmail sex Pt 1" written in marker on the cover.
"Success," said Eames with a smug grin.
Pushing himself off the table, Arthur stood on shaky legs for a few seconds before he began gathering up his clothes. "Do up your pants, put on your forge and get out of here."
"Back to your usual pliant self?" asked Eames, just to be annoying.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Just hurry up and go. We're on the clock here."
"Aye, aye," said Eames with a mock salute.
TBC
Next part here.