I'd like to thank all that helped edit this thing. I would also like to thank all you lovely people for partaking in this fest. So without further ado I give you Tell Me What You Want --- “That’s it, Eames, open up further for me, there’s a good boy.”
Eames’ groan was muffled by the soft silk of Arthur’s tie that he clenched his teeth agains as Arthur licked and probed his quivering hole. Eames could feel Arthur’s smirk, curving against his skin as he sought out that spot that would make his nerves scream. Arthur’s slim fingers felt sharp against his skin, digging in just so that he could achieve that slight pinch of pain that made it all the more enjoyable.
“Please...Arthur, I - ” Arthur’s laughter sent shivers down his spine, all the way down to his cock. “Please.” His words were muffled by the tie but but were all the more meaningful for it.
When Arthur’s sinful tongue stopped its circular motion and Arthur moved back away — taking Eames’ pleasure with him — Eames wanted to whine from the loss. Eames was not a man that whined. He never whined, so instead he squirmed and whimpered for that sharp witted tool of destruction to get back to what it was doing. If Arthur’s chuckle was anything to go by, Eames reckoned that he understood what Eames wanted and denied him anyway.
“Arthur,” was all he got out before his head was yanked back and his neck stretched back. He looked up into Arthur’s eyes and blinked, whining at the back of his throat. “Please...I need you.”
Eames watched as Arthur smirked that half smile, showing little teeth and a wicked tongue. “That won’t do, Mr Eames, I can barely hear you.” Slowly Arthur untied the tie from the back of his head, soothing the marks that had begun to form with small kisses that were entirely too short. Nimble fingers danced across his exposed neck and Eames arched into the ghost-like touch. “Now tell me what you want, Mr. Eames. Remember to use your words.”
He let out a gasp as Arthur sunk his teeth into his collarbone. “I - I want you to slick me up with your tongue and then your fingers just to be sure.” Eames sucked in a breath as Arthur’s fingers danced across skin that felt entirely too hot, the touch barely there, almost like a whisper. It was driving Eames around the bend. He just wanted to feel. He wanted more. “I want you to pry me open and fuck me into the mattress. Make me forget, Arthur. Make me remember who I am. Please, Arthur.”
Arthur’s grip on his hair loosened, now only stroking the strands of hair gently, allowing his neck to stretch forward into a comfortable position. Arthur’s other hand trailed down his spine and down to his arse. “Such a beautiful arse, Mr. Eames.” Arthur skillfully pried apart his ass cheeks and move down to continue where he had left off with his indecent tongue. It twisted and curled making sure to reach as much as it could. When Eames started to get lost the sensation the intrusive tongue would move out and then move back in short stabs, never the same. Eames moaned his approval and bucked into the intrusion. “More. Please. Give me more, please.”
At the sharp tug of his hair Eames let out a strangled groan, pushing his arse into the air. His hands dug into the sheets, knees struggling to keep himself up. He was, wanton with desire for everything that was Arthur. He could have screamed when Arthur pulled back again. He could feel his arse pulsing, trying to suck back the pleasure. He whined, clawing at the sheets.
“Do you think I should start with my fingers now?” --- Yeah I can't think of what to add at the moment so maybe more later?
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Tell Me What You Want - Part 1 - [Arthur/Eames]
Date: 2011-04-27 10:14 am (UTC)---
“That’s it, Eames, open up further for me, there’s a good boy.”
Eames’ groan was muffled by the soft silk of Arthur’s tie that he clenched his teeth agains as Arthur licked and probed his quivering hole. Eames could feel Arthur’s smirk, curving against his skin as he sought out that spot that would make his nerves scream. Arthur’s slim fingers felt sharp against his skin, digging in just so that he could achieve that slight pinch of pain that made it all the more enjoyable.
“Please...Arthur, I - ” Arthur’s laughter sent shivers down his spine, all the way down to his cock. “Please.” His words were muffled by the tie but but were all the more meaningful for it.
When Arthur’s sinful tongue stopped its circular motion and Arthur moved back away — taking Eames’ pleasure with him — Eames wanted to whine from the loss. Eames was not a man that whined. He never whined, so instead he squirmed and whimpered for that sharp witted tool of destruction to get back to what it was doing. If Arthur’s chuckle was anything to go by, Eames reckoned that he understood what Eames wanted and denied him anyway.
“Arthur,” was all he got out before his head was yanked back and his neck stretched back. He looked up into Arthur’s eyes and blinked, whining at the back of his throat. “Please...I need you.”
Eames watched as Arthur smirked that half smile, showing little teeth and a wicked tongue. “That won’t do, Mr Eames, I can barely hear you.” Slowly Arthur untied the tie from the back of his head, soothing the marks that had begun to form with small kisses that were entirely too short. Nimble fingers danced across his exposed neck and Eames arched into the ghost-like touch. “Now tell me what you want, Mr. Eames. Remember to use your words.”
He let out a gasp as Arthur sunk his teeth into his collarbone. “I - I want you to slick me up with your tongue and then your fingers just to be sure.” Eames sucked in a breath as Arthur’s fingers danced across skin that felt entirely too hot, the touch barely there, almost like a whisper. It was driving Eames around the bend. He just wanted to feel. He wanted more. “I want you to pry me open and fuck me into the mattress. Make me forget, Arthur. Make me remember who I am. Please, Arthur.”
Arthur’s grip on his hair loosened, now only stroking the strands of hair gently, allowing his neck to stretch forward into a comfortable position. Arthur’s other hand trailed down his spine and down to his arse. “Such a beautiful arse, Mr. Eames.” Arthur skillfully pried apart his ass cheeks and move down to continue where he had left off with his indecent tongue. It twisted and curled making sure to reach as much as it could. When Eames started to get lost the sensation the intrusive tongue would move out and then move back in short stabs, never the same. Eames moaned his approval and bucked into the intrusion. “More. Please. Give me more, please.”
At the sharp tug of his hair Eames let out a strangled groan, pushing his arse into the air. His hands dug into the sheets, knees struggling to keep himself up. He was, wanton with desire for everything that was Arthur. He could have screamed when Arthur pulled back again. He could feel his arse pulsing, trying to suck back the pleasure. He whined, clawing at the sheets.
“Do you think I should start with my fingers now?”
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Yeah I can't think of what to add at the moment so maybe more later?