“Do you think,” Eames says, voice shaking, “That maybe- fuck- you could give me some- oh god- warning before you spring sex on me in the shower?”
“Shut up,” Arthur whispers in his ear, and shoves him face-first into the shower wall. “It’s been a stressful day for all of us and I need to work out my pent-up aggression.”
“Yes, well- oof- forewarned is forearmed, they say- Jesus, Arthur- and I could have maybe- fuck- worked out a couple-”
Arthur threads his other hand through Eames’ hair, pulling it tight. “I said shut up, Eames.”
“Yes sir,” Eames breathes, and relaxes into the wall, Arthur’s fingers working him open as the water runs rivulets down his legs. He takes in the steam, the smell of the river washing itself away; Arthur crowds into him, wet skin rubbing on wet skin, and suddenly Eames needs his cock stroked, now. “Arthur-”
“Fuck, I know,” Arthur says, and then all of a sudden his fingers are gone and Eames feels cold and empty and lets out a whimper until the space is filled with Arthur’s cock.
Arthur slams him into the wall, again and again, and Eames can feel a bruise forming, where his poor neglected willy keeps getting slapped against the tile. “Arthur,” he gasps, more insistent this time, and lets out a whine as Arthur pulls out. “Arthur, I need-”
And then Arthur’s grabbing him by the hair again and pulling him off the wall. “Floor,” he says, dropping down, spreading his legs as wide as they can go. Eames takes a moment to catch his breath, and then sinks down on top of him, back onto Arthur’s dripping cock. “I”m gonna make you scream so hard that all of Canada will know what we’re doing.”
Um, done for now, but I might come back to this. Herp derp. Enjoy! ♥
Re: Part 2/2? Shower sex.
“Do you think,” Eames says, voice shaking, “That maybe- fuck- you could give me some- oh god- warning before you spring sex on me in the shower?”
“Shut up,” Arthur whispers in his ear, and shoves him face-first into the shower wall. “It’s been a stressful day for all of us and I need to work out my pent-up aggression.”
“Yes, well- oof- forewarned is forearmed, they say- Jesus, Arthur- and I could have maybe- fuck- worked out a couple-”
Arthur threads his other hand through Eames’ hair, pulling it tight. “I said shut up, Eames.”
“Yes sir,” Eames breathes, and relaxes into the wall, Arthur’s fingers working him open as the water runs rivulets down his legs. He takes in the steam, the smell of the river washing itself away; Arthur crowds into him, wet skin rubbing on wet skin, and suddenly Eames needs his cock stroked, now. “Arthur-”
“Fuck, I know,” Arthur says, and then all of a sudden his fingers are gone and Eames feels cold and empty and lets out a whimper until the space is filled with Arthur’s cock.
Arthur slams him into the wall, again and again, and Eames can feel a bruise forming, where his poor neglected willy keeps getting slapped against the tile. “Arthur,” he gasps, more insistent this time, and lets out a whine as Arthur pulls out. “Arthur, I need-”
And then Arthur’s grabbing him by the hair again and pulling him off the wall. “Floor,” he says, dropping down, spreading his legs as wide as they can go. Eames takes a moment to catch his breath, and then sinks down on top of him, back onto Arthur’s dripping cock. “I”m gonna make you scream so hard that all of Canada will know what we’re doing.”
Um, done for now, but I might come back to this. Herp derp. Enjoy! ♥