Eames is grunting, his hot breath fanning against Arthur’s shoulder as he forces himself back onto Arthur’s cock again and again, his movements growing clumsy.
Arthur can’t take anymore. “You want my hand around you. I know you do. Wanna feel me slick you up, jerk you just the way you love it. Come on, Eames. Let me,” Arthur says, feeling the cuffs cut against his wrists.
“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to gag you. Jesus Christ, Arthur.,” Eames moans. He sits back again, undulating his hips just so, knowing exactly what it takes to make sweat drip down the sides of Arthur’s face; to make his fingers dig into his palms.
“I’d like to see you try,” Arthur says, eyes flaring.
“Next time. Right now I’m too much of a selfish prat and, oh fuck right there,” Eames moans brokenly. “Despite everything I want to hear you. You want it, Arthur.. You want to feel my tight hole clench around you. You want to fill me up; finally. Want me dripping with you, all for you. You want to come so badly it hurts, don’t you, baby?”
Eames’ voice is like velvet and it does ridiculous things to Arthur’s body. “You bastard. You’re such a fucking bastard,” Arthur grits out.
Eames leans forward, licking at Arthur’s neck while thumbing his nipples. “You love it,” Eames says smugly.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” Arthur groans, meeting his eyes and arching into his touch.
“What do you want? Tell me,” Eames pleads, nearly begging. It sounds good on him.
Arthur lips his lips, mouth dry. “Anything. Everything.”
“Always,” Eames says softly. Arthur meets his gaze, takes in the fiery intensity and thinks well, that’s that, then.
Eames covers one of Arthur’s hands with his own and Arthur immediately arches into the touch. Eames screws himself down in earnest and Arthur gasps and bucks upward as much as he can under the unrelenting rhythm Eames is setting. Sweat pools behind his eyes and he blinks against the burn.
Finally, Eames squeezes his hand and looks at Arthur, mouth parted on a gulping breath. “I want to feel your hands on me,” he says and before Arthur can react Eames is climbing off him, easing off the cock ring, and in one quick motion, sliding back down and unclasping the cuffs.
Arthur surges upward immediately, wrapping his arms around Eames’ waist and taking his mouth in the deep kiss. Eames is fully seated in his lap and they start a slow, unyielding rhythm, lazy and frantic all at once. Arthur brings one hand around to pump at Eames’ now leaking cock. Eames cries out sharply and rocks forward, clenching his muscles tighter around Arthur's cock. Arthur licks a slow line up Eames’ neck and his fingers tense on the small of Eames’ back.
Eames runs his hands along Arthur’s shoulders and down his arms. His body tenses around Arthur, rising and falling once more before he’s coming all over Arthur’s hand and between their bodies.
Arthur pins his hands against Eames’ hips and drives up once more before the impossible heat and tightness of Eames’ ass, all around him, makes his own body shake with orgasm. He trembles in Eames’ arms, their bodies wracked with aftershocks.
They hold one another, kissing lazily. Eames rubs at soothingly at Arthur’s wrists and laughs quietly, almost incredulously. Arthur knows the feeling.
“You feel so good inside me,” Eames whispers against his neck.
Arthur shivers when he realizes Eames means now, right now, because Arthur is still there; there’s evidence now. And that’s how it should always be.
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fic: Fill Your Heart 2/2
Date: 2011-04-28 11:58 pm (UTC)Eames is grunting, his hot breath fanning against Arthur’s shoulder as he forces himself back onto Arthur’s cock again and again, his movements growing clumsy.
Arthur can’t take anymore. “You want my hand around you. I know you do. Wanna feel me slick you up, jerk you just the way you love it. Come on, Eames. Let me,” Arthur says, feeling the cuffs cut against his wrists.
“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to gag you. Jesus Christ, Arthur.,” Eames moans. He sits back again, undulating his hips just so, knowing exactly what it takes to make sweat drip down the sides of Arthur’s face; to make his fingers dig into his palms.
“I’d like to see you try,” Arthur says, eyes flaring.
“Next time. Right now I’m too much of a selfish prat and, oh fuck right there,” Eames moans brokenly. “Despite everything I want to hear you. You want it, Arthur.. You want to feel my tight hole clench around you. You want to fill me up; finally. Want me dripping with you, all for you. You want to come so badly it hurts, don’t you, baby?”
Eames’ voice is like velvet and it does ridiculous things to Arthur’s body. “You bastard. You’re such a fucking bastard,” Arthur grits out.
Eames leans forward, licking at Arthur’s neck while thumbing his nipples. “You love it,” Eames says smugly.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” Arthur groans, meeting his eyes and arching into his touch.
“What do you want? Tell me,” Eames pleads, nearly begging. It sounds good on him.
Arthur lips his lips, mouth dry. “Anything. Everything.”
“Always,” Eames says softly. Arthur meets his gaze, takes in the fiery intensity and thinks well, that’s that, then.
Eames covers one of Arthur’s hands with his own and Arthur immediately arches into the touch. Eames screws himself down in earnest and Arthur gasps and bucks upward as much as he can under the unrelenting rhythm Eames is setting. Sweat pools behind his eyes and he blinks against the burn.
Finally, Eames squeezes his hand and looks at Arthur, mouth parted on a gulping breath. “I want to feel your hands on me,” he says and before Arthur can react Eames is climbing off him, easing off the cock ring, and in one quick motion, sliding back down and unclasping the cuffs.
Arthur surges upward immediately, wrapping his arms around Eames’ waist and taking his mouth in the deep kiss. Eames is fully seated in his lap and they start a slow, unyielding rhythm, lazy and frantic all at once. Arthur brings one hand around to pump at Eames’ now leaking cock. Eames cries out sharply and rocks forward, clenching his muscles tighter around Arthur's cock. Arthur licks a slow line up Eames’ neck and his fingers tense on the small of Eames’ back.
Eames runs his hands along Arthur’s shoulders and down his arms. His body tenses around Arthur, rising and falling once more before he’s coming all over Arthur’s hand and between their bodies.
Arthur pins his hands against Eames’ hips and drives up once more before the impossible heat and tightness of Eames’ ass, all around him, makes his own body shake with orgasm. He trembles in Eames’ arms, their bodies wracked with aftershocks.
They hold one another, kissing lazily. Eames rubs at soothingly at Arthur’s wrists and laughs quietly, almost incredulously. Arthur knows the feeling.
“You feel so good inside me,” Eames whispers against his neck.
Arthur shivers when he realizes Eames means now, right now, because Arthur is still there; there’s evidence now. And that’s how it should always be.