We'll invent new four letter words Arthur/Eames NC-17
NC-17 adventure with Top!Arthur and Eames
The prompt itself
"I’m a sucker for a filthy blow job (seriously, no pun intended) so I want Arthur fucking Eames’ mouth while Eames’ hands are tied behind his back, while he’s on his knees. Bonus if Arthur is still fully dressed and Eames is naked."
A girl after my own heart. I tried for you, baby. I tried.
He had not wanted Arthur to know all of that. Fuck.
The knock at the door made him smile. The bathroom was still steamy from the long shower he'd taken. Eames glanced at his watch on the counter. Right, 7:15. Arthur didn't even stop by his own room before coming to his,
straight from work. Probably bypassed waiting for an elevator and ran up the stairs. His smile got bigger.
All day, he'd been working on Arthur. Schoolyard psychology, really. Tease and pester and annoy a control freak who was used to getting respect,having everything in perfect order and probably alphabetized his bloody socks. Embarass him in front of the spunky new architect. Make sure the unrelenting comments were peppered with lingering, dirty stares and make sure Arthur caught him. Too easy. He always got what he wanted. It was boring if he didn't have to work for it.
He took off the hotel-provided fluffy bathrobe and pulled a towel up around his waist. It barely covered his ass. Dirty trick, yes. He checked his reflection in the mirror. He looked fucking good. He knew it. "You slut." he mouthed to himself, winking. His cock was starting to get hard. He opened the door, just wide enough for Arthur to see how little he was wearing and with feigned annoyance.
"Jesus Christ, Arthur, really, if it's about the job it can wait 'til the morning, yes?"
Arthur stared at Eames, his brow furrowed. Angry at himself for being here, Eames thought smugly. A few seconds passed. Arthur said nothing, and pushed the door open violently. Dropped his bag and slammed the door in one fluid motion.
Arthur lunged at him, and pushed him against the wall, hard. The towel fell. He attacked Eames' face with his mouth, biting his lips and sucking the breath out of him. He tried to wrap an arm around Arthur's waist but the fully dressed man elbowed it away, roughly. Arthur unzipped himself, fisted his achingly hard dick with one hand and used the other hand to keep Eames braced against the wall, growling.
Breathless, Eames tried to speak. "Arthur, I must say, love..... that I am shocked by...."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Ooh, I like...it when...."
Arthurs hand wrapped around his dick. Now his balls. He pulled at them as thier mouths crashed together.
"Fuck... Arthur....I....NNNNg." His wits were gone, replaced with lust and static. He felt faint.
"I said SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Get on your knees."
Eames did as he was told.
This was not how he’d imagined things. The day he met Arthur he thought he’d had him quite figured out. Typical control freak who fuckin’ salivates at the idea of being dominated. In all of Eames’ fantasies, he’d fucked Arthur. Arthur begged for more. Arthur was always on HIS knees. Arthur moaned like a girl. He ripped Arthur’s fancy suit and he got all mad and prissy but still got fucked anyways. Arthur lost his composure and could barely form words because Eames was fucking him so hard. He’d been jerking off to these thoughts since the day he’d met Arthur.
How wrong he was…..
This was not a man who lost control. This was not a man who cared about a fucking suit.
Eames dropped to his knees, his dick painfully hard. He gripped the backs of Arthur’s thighs and looked up at him.
Arthur stroked his own cock, slowly. It was quite large, and from this angle it looked larger still. He looked down at Eames, naked and beautiful. Hard muscles and tattoos and those lips, fuck. He’d wanted this for a long time.
“Is this what you want?” Arthur said in a low, deep voice.
“Yes, I….yes.”
“Tell me. How badly do you want it?”
He rubbed the wet head of his dick over Eames’ lips. Eames shuddered and opened his mouth to take him in. Arthur pulled his dick away after he got a taste but before Eames could close his mouth on it. He licked his lips to taste Arthur’s salt.
“TELL ME.”
“I want your cock, Arthur. I want it more than you know.”
“More. Tell me more.”
He shuddered a sigh and began.
“I’ve wanted it since the first job we did. I noticed the outline of your dick and got hard, and I had to go outside and have a cigarette and calm down. I thought about sucking your cock all day. I had to jerk off in the warehouse janitor closet twice because you kept bending over in that tan suit and the outline of your ass was fucking obscene. I thought you were doing it on purpose, building things up, right? But then you left right after the job was over, I tried to find you at your hotel but you were already on a flight out of the country. I was so fucking angry. I picked up a man in a bar that night, bent him over and fucked him as hard as I bloody could, because I was thinking of you. I left him while there was still cum dripping out of his ass. I wanted to do that to you for making me want you so bad. I've never wanted anyone so badly before.“
Bloody hell. He had not wanted Arthur to know all of that. Fuck. Fuck. It just poured out, and he knew that he was bare. This had never happened to Eames before. Arthur had exposed him.
"Please. I need it. I need your cock. Please."
Arthur smiled. More of a smirk, really. Eames’ heart lifted.
“Suck on my balls, Eames.”
He started sucking greedily, reaching up with both hands to palm Arthur’s delicious ass. That ass. Eames almost came then.
“No hands. Put your hands down.“
He did. He dared not touch his cock so he braced himself against the front of Arthur’s legs.
“No fucking hands. Goddamnit.”
He loosened his tie, pulled it off and kneeled down, pushed Eames head down to the floor and tied his arms behind his back. He pushed him back up and stood.
As soon as Eames’ head was back against the wall, Arthur shoved his cock into it. Eames’ gagged, not ready for Arthur’s thickness. His head against the wall, no where for him to move his neck but forward. He tried to move up and down on it, but Arthur placed his palm on his forehead and pushed it back. Fucking it out a little and slamming it back.
“I’m fucking your mouth, Eames. You aren’t in charge here, understand? I’m fucking YOU.”
He shoved harder, and Eames opened wider. Arthur had pictured this. Those lips stretched around his cock. He wanted to see his cum all over them. He pulled all the way out.
“Do you want to suck it? Or should I just fuck you….”
“Let me, please. Let me suck it, Arthur.”
He rubbed the tip against Eames’ lips again, and Eames opened his mouth.
"You are going to have to beg a little harder than that."
"Let me suck it. I want to make you cum down my throat.... fuck, Arthur. I want to taste you. Please."
“Suck. “
Arthur braced himself against the wall with both hands and threw his head back as Eames licked the head of his dick, and ran his tongue up the length of it, making sure it was wet and sloppy. Something was wrong, though. He needed the use of his hands.
“Arthur, love, untie me so I can suck it proper. I need to touch it.”
Saying nothing, Arthur untied him. Eames grabbed his cock at the base, took it in his mouth and sucked. Arthur growled into the wall. He swirled his tongue around it, jerking it hard. He took it all the way in again, gagged, and pulled it out. Arthur’s breath was labored now.
“Yes, Eames, suck it like that. Fuck. I’m going to cum. Fuck. Fuck.”
He sucked harder, jerking it with one hand and tugging at Arthur’s balls with the other. He left Arthur’s balls to grab his own neglected cock, and all it took was a few rough strokes and he was coming, hard. He growled onto Arthur’s cock, shoved it all of the way down his throat and felt it tighten.
“Fuck, fuck fuckkkkkkk.” Arthur was ready.
He couldn’t wait to taste him then, to feel cum down his throat. He grabbed him by his ass and slammed him deeper. Arthur came.
His moan was deep. Manly. Through clenched teeth. He wrenched out and cum spilled onto Eames’ mouth, so much that it was dripping off. Arthur rubbed the head of his dick over his lips, rubbing himself in his own cum, hissing at the sensitivity that was on him now.
He stepped back, put his dick back into his pants and zipped up. Looked down and noticed cum all over his expensive shoes, the bottom of his slacks. Picked the towel off of the floor and wiped it off, then dropped it. He didn’t look at Eames as he picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
It may have been the first time in his life that Eames was rendered truly and utterly speechless.
“Don’t be late again tomorrow, Mr. Eames. “ he said as the door slammed shut behind him. He walked down the hall. Eames was still on his knees as the elevator arrived to take Arthur to his floor.
The prompt itself
"I’m a sucker for a filthy blow job (seriously, no pun intended) so I want Arthur fucking Eames’ mouth while Eames’ hands are tied behind his back, while he’s on his knees. Bonus if Arthur is still fully dressed and Eames is naked."
A girl after my own heart. I tried for you, baby. I tried.
He had not wanted Arthur to know all of that. Fuck.
The knock at the door made him smile. The bathroom was still steamy from the long shower he'd taken. Eames glanced at his watch on the counter. Right, 7:15. Arthur didn't even stop by his own room before coming to his,
straight from work. Probably bypassed waiting for an elevator and ran up the stairs. His smile got bigger.
All day, he'd been working on Arthur. Schoolyard psychology, really. Tease and pester and annoy a control freak who was used to getting respect,having everything in perfect order and probably alphabetized his bloody socks. Embarass him in front of the spunky new architect. Make sure the unrelenting comments were peppered with lingering, dirty stares and make sure Arthur caught him. Too easy. He always got what he wanted. It was boring if he didn't have to work for it.
He took off the hotel-provided fluffy bathrobe and pulled a towel up around his waist. It barely covered his ass. Dirty trick, yes. He checked his reflection in the mirror. He looked fucking good. He knew it. "You slut." he mouthed to himself, winking. His cock was starting to get hard. He opened the door, just wide enough for Arthur to see how little he was wearing and with feigned annoyance.
"Jesus Christ, Arthur, really, if it's about the job it can wait 'til the morning, yes?"
Arthur stared at Eames, his brow furrowed. Angry at himself for being here, Eames thought smugly. A few seconds passed. Arthur said nothing, and pushed the door open violently. Dropped his bag and slammed the door in one fluid motion.
Arthur lunged at him, and pushed him against the wall, hard. The towel fell. He attacked Eames' face with his mouth, biting his lips and sucking the breath out of him. He tried to wrap an arm around Arthur's waist but the fully dressed man elbowed it away, roughly. Arthur unzipped himself, fisted his achingly hard dick with one hand and used the other hand to keep Eames braced against the wall, growling.
Breathless, Eames tried to speak. "Arthur, I must say, love..... that I am shocked by...."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Ooh, I like...it when...."
Arthurs hand wrapped around his dick. Now his balls. He pulled at them as thier mouths crashed together.
"Fuck... Arthur....I....NNNNg." His wits were gone, replaced with lust and static. He felt faint.
"I said SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Get on your knees."
Eames did as he was told.
This was not how he’d imagined things. The day he met Arthur he thought he’d had him quite figured out. Typical control freak who fuckin’ salivates at the idea of being dominated. In all of Eames’ fantasies, he’d fucked Arthur. Arthur begged for more. Arthur was always on HIS knees. Arthur moaned like a girl. He ripped Arthur’s fancy suit and he got all mad and prissy but still got fucked anyways. Arthur lost his composure and could barely form words because Eames was fucking him so hard. He’d been jerking off to these thoughts since the day he’d met Arthur.
How wrong he was…..
This was not a man who lost control. This was not a man who cared about a fucking suit.
Eames dropped to his knees, his dick painfully hard. He gripped the backs of Arthur’s thighs and looked up at him.
Arthur stroked his own cock, slowly. It was quite large, and from this angle it looked larger still. He looked down at Eames, naked and beautiful. Hard muscles and tattoos and those lips, fuck. He’d wanted this for a long time.
“Is this what you want?” Arthur said in a low, deep voice.
“Yes, I….yes.”
“Tell me. How badly do you want it?”
He rubbed the wet head of his dick over Eames’ lips. Eames shuddered and opened his mouth to take him in. Arthur pulled his dick away after he got a taste but before Eames could close his mouth on it. He licked his lips to taste Arthur’s salt.
“TELL ME.”
“I want your cock, Arthur. I want it more than you know.”
“More. Tell me more.”
He shuddered a sigh and began.
“I’ve wanted it since the first job we did. I noticed the outline of your dick and got hard, and I had to go outside and have a cigarette and calm down. I thought about sucking your cock all day. I had to jerk off in the warehouse janitor closet twice because you kept bending over in that tan suit and the outline of your ass was fucking obscene. I thought you were doing it on purpose, building things up, right? But then you left right after the job was over, I tried to find you at your hotel but you were already on a flight out of the country. I was so fucking angry. I picked up a man in a bar that night, bent him over and fucked him as hard as I bloody could, because I was thinking of you. I left him while there was still cum dripping out of his ass. I wanted to do that to you for making me want you so bad. I've never wanted anyone so badly before.“
Bloody hell. He had not wanted Arthur to know all of that. Fuck. Fuck. It just poured out, and he knew that he was bare. This had never happened to Eames before. Arthur had exposed him.
"Please. I need it. I need your cock. Please."
Arthur smiled. More of a smirk, really. Eames’ heart lifted.
“Suck on my balls, Eames.”
He started sucking greedily, reaching up with both hands to palm Arthur’s delicious ass. That ass. Eames almost came then.
“No hands. Put your hands down.“
He did. He dared not touch his cock so he braced himself against the front of Arthur’s legs.
“No fucking hands. Goddamnit.”
He loosened his tie, pulled it off and kneeled down, pushed Eames head down to the floor and tied his arms behind his back. He pushed him back up and stood.
As soon as Eames’ head was back against the wall, Arthur shoved his cock into it. Eames’ gagged, not ready for Arthur’s thickness. His head against the wall, no where for him to move his neck but forward. He tried to move up and down on it, but Arthur placed his palm on his forehead and pushed it back. Fucking it out a little and slamming it back.
“I’m fucking your mouth, Eames. You aren’t in charge here, understand? I’m fucking YOU.”
He shoved harder, and Eames opened wider. Arthur had pictured this. Those lips stretched around his cock. He wanted to see his cum all over them. He pulled all the way out.
“Do you want to suck it? Or should I just fuck you….”
“Let me, please. Let me suck it, Arthur.”
He rubbed the tip against Eames’ lips again, and Eames opened his mouth.
"You are going to have to beg a little harder than that."
"Let me suck it. I want to make you cum down my throat.... fuck, Arthur. I want to taste you. Please."
“Suck. “
Arthur braced himself against the wall with both hands and threw his head back as Eames licked the head of his dick, and ran his tongue up the length of it, making sure it was wet and sloppy. Something was wrong, though. He needed the use of his hands.
“Arthur, love, untie me so I can suck it proper. I need to touch it.”
Saying nothing, Arthur untied him. Eames grabbed his cock at the base, took it in his mouth and sucked. Arthur growled into the wall. He swirled his tongue around it, jerking it hard. He took it all the way in again, gagged, and pulled it out. Arthur’s breath was labored now.
“Yes, Eames, suck it like that. Fuck. I’m going to cum. Fuck. Fuck.”
He sucked harder, jerking it with one hand and tugging at Arthur’s balls with the other. He left Arthur’s balls to grab his own neglected cock, and all it took was a few rough strokes and he was coming, hard. He growled onto Arthur’s cock, shoved it all of the way down his throat and felt it tighten.
“Fuck, fuck fuckkkkkkk.” Arthur was ready.
He couldn’t wait to taste him then, to feel cum down his throat. He grabbed him by his ass and slammed him deeper. Arthur came.
His moan was deep. Manly. Through clenched teeth. He wrenched out and cum spilled onto Eames’ mouth, so much that it was dripping off. Arthur rubbed the head of his dick over his lips, rubbing himself in his own cum, hissing at the sensitivity that was on him now.
He stepped back, put his dick back into his pants and zipped up. Looked down and noticed cum all over his expensive shoes, the bottom of his slacks. Picked the towel off of the floor and wiped it off, then dropped it. He didn’t look at Eames as he picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
It may have been the first time in his life that Eames was rendered truly and utterly speechless.
“Don’t be late again tomorrow, Mr. Eames. “ he said as the door slammed shut behind him. He walked down the hall. Eames was still on his knees as the elevator arrived to take Arthur to his floor.