1? /Weapons of Mass Distortion verse, the morning after hacker!Arthur sleeps w crime!boss EameslittlspecifictyAugust 5 2011, 01:11:02 UTC
Arthur moaned softly into the other man's neck as he felt his large hands roaming over his lithe body again. It was later in the morning, nearly noon, and Eames had given him time to rest and eat and now, Arthur could feel himself getting hard again.
He was still so sore but he wanted to feel Eames come inside of him again, to fuck him wide open like he had last night. So, he told the other man just that.
nnglsj /brain friedtriedinceptionAugust 5 2011, 01:43:00 UTC
Eames was already breaking his own rules, here. He never bedded anyone twice, but he was already wanting to fuck Arthur again. The little hacker had wanted to have sex with him last night (which was ... best for everyone involved) and had even taken being pushed to the limit so well.
And when it had been hours and he was asking Eames to stop, he had still twisted and moaned so beautifully. Most people didn't want to go again when Eames would ignore their protests to fuck them again and again through sensitivity
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In a part of his mind, Arthur knew he shouldn't want to have sex with Eames again. He knew he should have left when he had to chance and try to avoid Eames from then on. But... he couldn't tear himself away. He couldn't make himself leave.
What he had experienced last night had been more intense, even a little frightening - but more freeing and incredible - than any other sexual encounter he had experienced with anyone else up till then.
And Arthur wanted more after getting a taste last night.
He had moaned more at the words and touching, even blushing at some of them, but arched his chest shamelessly into the other man's hand when it came back up, letting that answer his questions.
"You do want that, hm?" Eames purred as he asked, fingers coming up to rub and pinch at Arthur's nipples, loving the way the slim man reacted. He let one hand slide down over Arthur's side to rest on his hip tightly, holding him in place as he dragged his mouth down to lick and suckle at the nipple he'd abandoned, biting after a moment.
Eames already felt more attached than he should be. And Eames knew that he was going to want to keep Arthur, the way he kept Mal. That Arthur would be his; would work with others but he would come back to Eames in the end, to his bed. And no one else would touch him.
Arthur's only "answer" was to was to let out a string of little mews and breathy noises, writhing slightly under the attention to such a sensitive part of his body. He had already let his head roll back onto the sheets, eyes closed and not able to keep his mouth closed.
He didn't start moaning more until he felt that large, solid hand pinning his hip down and that mouth on one of his nipples. He arched off the bed slightly - or tried to - and the longer Eames did that, the more needy Arthur's noises became.
Eames let his other hand slide down to cup Arthur's hips, keeping him pinned to the bed as he took his time licking and biting gently at Arthur's chest, until his nipples were red with attention.
"Hm?" he asked Arthur playfully, even as his mouth slid away and bit, sharply, at the flesh just below his nipple, soothing it with his tongue afterwards.
Arthur let out another cry at that bite, his nipples practically aching from all the attention and his thighs rubbing together to try and give his already hard cock some more friction while his hips are pinned down and his hands are busy gripping the sheets tightly, tugging at them.
Eames doesn't let up. No, he's going to exploit this as much as he can.
He nuzzles one pectoral, stubble rasping across that nipple. "I must say, I never imagined you'd take so well to having your tits played with." No, Arthur wasn't a girl, but Eames was the type of man who would call nipples such feminine terms.
There's a few more cries at the actions and words, his dick leaking out more as the other man began to suck again and Arthur is writhing under him, eventually begging him to stop (if he doesn't, the hacker was going to come from that alone).
Eames leaned over Arthur, pausing only so that he could wrap his hand around Arthur's cock, squeezing gently.
"So what? I'll make sure you get hard again, darling. Come on, show me how much you like this."
His tone was a purr as he lowered his mouth to Arthur's chest again, stroking his cock now as well, sucking on both nipples alternately, biting them and scraping his teeth and stubble over them.
He was still so sore but he wanted to feel Eames come inside of him again, to fuck him wide open like he had last night. So, he told the other man just that.
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And when it had been hours and he was asking Eames to stop, he had still twisted and moaned so beautifully. Most people didn't want to go again when Eames would ignore their protests to fuck them again and again through sensitivity ( ... )
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What he had experienced last night had been more intense, even a little frightening - but more freeing and incredible - than any other sexual encounter he had experienced with anyone else up till then.
And Arthur wanted more after getting a taste last night.
He had moaned more at the words and touching, even blushing at some of them, but arched his chest shamelessly into the other man's hand when it came back up, letting that answer his questions.
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Eames already felt more attached than he should be. And Eames knew that he was going to want to keep Arthur, the way he kept Mal. That Arthur would be his; would work with others but he would come back to Eames in the end, to his bed. And no one else would touch him.
Eames would make sure of it.
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He didn't start moaning more until he felt that large, solid hand pinning his hip down and that mouth on one of his nipples. He arched off the bed slightly - or tried to - and the longer Eames did that, the more needy Arthur's noises became.
He was already fully hard again, "Eames."
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"Hm?" he asked Arthur playfully, even as his mouth slid away and bit, sharply, at the flesh just below his nipple, soothing it with his tongue afterwards.
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He nuzzles one pectoral, stubble rasping across that nipple. "I must say, I never imagined you'd take so well to having your tits played with." No, Arthur wasn't a girl, but Eames was the type of man who would call nipples such feminine terms.
He turned his head to suck on one, humming.
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"So what? I'll make sure you get hard again, darling. Come on, show me how much you like this."
His tone was a purr as he lowered his mouth to Arthur's chest again, stroking his cock now as well, sucking on both nipples alternately, biting them and scraping his teeth and stubble over them.
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