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Eames ([personal profile] casuistic) wrote2029-03-11 04:24 pm

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What did the bee say to the flower?

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cw: sexy times going in

[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-04 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That's better, but it's not quite okay just yet, as much as Arthur likes being crushed down by Eames. He grapples with the man and rolls them over, straddling Eames' hips as he drags his teeth over those stupidly plush lips.

"You're gonna hurt yourself, dumbass," he growls, keeping his hands pressed to Eames' chest to make him stay the fuck down. Then he's reaching down to shove down Eames' sweats, very much intent on getting him naked. "Shoes."

Kick them off, please.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-04 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
For all Arthur's pissed off still about- well, everything, he still pauses at Eames' words, staring down at him with a briefly haunted expression, remembering how just a short while ago, the Brit had been laid out on the same table right next to them, now, unconscious and torn up.

"... Shut up," he grunts, coming back to himself and pushing back into the kisses almost desperately, fingers briefly digging into Eames' hips as he straddles the man's thighs again.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-05 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur kicks off his shoes and rises up on his knees, helping to get his underwear and trousers off before swooping back down on Eames, growling with displeasure when he sees the dark hickeys left from whoever the man was fucking the previous night. His teeth fix on an empty patch of skin just under Eames' ear, nipping and sucking at the spot as he grinds their hips together, fingers almost bruisingly tight as they grip at the Forger's arms.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-05 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It's filthy and rough, verging on painful as they rut together, but even through that, Arthur finds his head. Gritting his teeth, he pushes up and stares down at Eames as he breathes hard, hips still moving to keep his ass grinding over the hard cock under him.

"Get me some lube," he orders, knowing the Forge is far better at conjuring things out of thin air than him in a dream.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-05 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pushy asshole," Arthur grunt, even as he tilts his head to one side to let Eames mark up his neck with a little shudder. It might've been a while since Arthur's had a good romp, but he's still quick and efficient in prepping himself, not bothering to tease or take time to enjoy the process, just gritting his teeth and bearing with it until he feels comfortably stretched enough to take a cock.

He's not here to be sexy or seductive. He just wants to fuck and shut Eames up for once.

"Stop, I'm ready-"
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-05 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur's going to have some very strong words later when he's checking Eames' bandages and spots the reopened wound.

For now, he's shifting and looking back, grasping Eames' cock and positioning himself over the fat tip before sinking down without much hesitation. His eyes might roll back as he gets filled, but he refocuses fast, staring down at Eames' face as he settles over the man's groin with a satisfied little groan deep in his throat.

Impatience is the word of the night, though, and Arthur doesn't give either of them enough time to adjust before he's moving. Mouth falling open on a silent gasp, his brow puckers in a tight frown of concentration as he starts to move, hand braced on Eames' abs to steady himself and to keep the dumb Brit down.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-06 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur's not exactly in the right space to make demands, not when he's so thoroughly distracted by the cock he's happily fucking himself on. As he grows used to the penetration, he bites his lip and rocks his hips demandingly so that even if he's not getting quite so deep, full thrusts, he's able to feel every inch grinding inside of him.

"Fuck," he gasps, eyes squeezing shut when he manages to drag that cock right against his prostate, his own dick jerking and leaking from the sensation.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-06 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eames..." he breathes, a hoarse moan dragged out of his throat as he feels that big hand wrap around him. There's no way this brutal pace is going to let them last long, which Arthur laments to some extent, but he can tell it's going to be damn satisfying.

He does his best to ride Eames hard, forcing his eyes open to watch that reddened, rugged face, tempted again as always to lean down and bite at those lips. His body's tight, tense, primed for release, but he's determined not to until he's wrung Eames dry, first.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-09 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur has to reach up to roughly swipe his hair back because it's falling forward into his eyes, and like hell is he letting anything obscure his view. It's a special kind of madness that's got hold of them both, making Arthur press forward against Eames' hands, relishing in those points of contact even if he might vehemently deny wanting it at any other time.

Even if the pace is still rough, Arthur's slowed down a bit, just enough so he can concentrate on clenching down around Eames' cock to push him harder towards the edge. "Come on, Eames," he murmurs, biting his lip on a particularly hard grind down, his own dick twitching in the Forge's hand as it leaks eagerly.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-09 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It's breathtaking to watch and Arthur shudders eagerly as he feels that faint heat as Eames fills him. He groans quietly and leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of Eames' chest, staring down at the man with a smug, pleased little smirk, hips rocking as he squeezes down on that spurting cock, riding Eames all through his orgasm.

When the man seems to have recovered his wits a bit, he gruffly directs, "Touch me."

He's not so nice as to let just Eames get off on this, and is selfish enough in the moment to demand his own release come from the man's hand directly.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-09 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur's groan is muffled into the kiss and his lips throb from a combination of that hard kiss as well as the cut from earlier getting manhandled without a care. He was already ready to blow at any second, given it's been a while since he got laid, so it's no surprise that Eames is able to get him off fast. He only laments that it couldn't last longer.

When he cums, it's with a low, satisfied moan right against Eames' swollen lips, and he spurts messily between them (damn, he'll definitely have to change those bandages-), and his body weakly clenches on the soft cock still buried in his ass. He almost slumps down from it, but catches himself to avoid putting pressure on Eames' injuries, panting hard against the man's face as he tries to catch his breath while the aftershocks keep coursing through him.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-10 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Eames' expression is unexpected and Arthur actually finds himself feeling a little embarrassed from it, because he shouldn't read into such things. Still, there's no reason to push away from the man when they've just shared a pretty intense moment together, so he stares right back down, eyes unreadable, if a bit gentle, tilting his head a little into that stroking hand.

Then he wets his lips and casts his eyes down between them, sliding a hand gently over Eames' bandages. "I'm gonna have to check these."

Not the most romantic thing to say immediately, but Arthur's hardly ever been accused of being romantic in any way, shape or form.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2020-06-10 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur gets the distinct impression he's ruined things again, but what's done is done.

Besides, he's spotted that little patch of red growing in the middle of Eames' bandages, and that's enough to spoil the mood all on it's own.

"I think you tore some stitches," he sighs, exasperated and tired as he forces himself off, grunting quietly when he feels Eames' still-softening length slip out of him. He doesn't bother putting all his clothes on, just grabbing up his underwear so he's not flapping about completely naked.

"Wait here, I'll get a towel to clean you off and then check your wounds," he orders, voice strictly business and calm as always, smoothing his hair back to some semblance of neatness as he goes upstairs to the bathroom.

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