[ Bump and Grind 001 ] It's just a little bump and grind...

[triedinception]

(( 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

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[bamf_pointman]

Arthur Delahey remembered the first day he met Eames and his mother. He had been coming home with some groceries when he ran into the teen on the stairway.

After that, he had seen the teen smoking out on the terrace. The boy really shouldn't have been smoking at such a young age. They seem to be starting younger and younger every generation. Still, he didn't think much of the young man, other than on the odd occasion he'd see him and talk to him or his mother.

It was of his own merit and a couple of friends of his (that had already left) that he was in the club now. He had been debating another drink or getting onto the dance floor when his decision was made for him. A smirk slid across his lips when a man bumped against his front with his ass. Arthur grabbed the man's hips and pressed his hips against the other man's.

[triedinception]

Eames couldn't resist the smirk when he felt Arthur press back against him, letting out a soft sigh as he swayed his body to the beat of the song currently playing, leaning back up against Arthur. He let his own hands slide back to curl around Arthur's hips.

His short hair brushed the front of Arthur's neck. He didn't know why he wanted to press back against this man who knew very well how young Eames was (or would when Eames made it known it was him) but he desired it and he was going to go with that right now.

[bamf_pointman]

Regardless of what many of his acquaintances and clients would say, inside, Arthur had the heart of a raver. He enjoyed dancing and losing himself into the music. He was still in his twenties (late twenties (29)) after all and he was entitled to still enjoy his youth. Arthur tightened his hands slightly on the man's hips and moved to the beat of the music, pressing against him.

He couldn't exactly tell who the young man was but he didn't care right now. It was enjoyable to just let loose and enjoy himself.

[triedinception]

He bit his own lip gently, rolling his hips back against Arthur's; feeling his neighbors unmistakable slight interest, and the new buzz it sent through his veins.

He pressed his arms back further, sliding his hands down to squeeze that arse slightly, daring. He knew right now he had a good angle to keep Arthur from seeing his face and he worked it as best as he could.