Eames hums out a chuckle and leaves Gerard to interpret it the way he likes. Fucking, however, is definitely on the menu here.
He's too busy for confirming or denying, however, with his tongue pressing flat against Gerard's hole, teasing and teasing, fluttering against it before he lets the tip of it press inside him, just a teasing little bit. His hands are busy spreading Gerard and after a moment he pulls up to wiggle his fingers invitingly. "Hands," he says and when Gerard surrenders them, Eames puts them on his his own cheeks. "Keep them spread for me, love," he says before he dives in there again, lapping the flat of his tongue over that puckered ring of muscle again and again.
The teasing leaves him gasping, practically choking on the air he's desperate to remember he needs, but Eames' tongue is such a tease against his hole. Barely inside before back out again, just enough to make Gerard want to cry for how much he wants more. His fingers are cramped from how hard he was holding onto the bar, but he holds himself open for Eames at his direction, holding tight enough to leave marks behind if this wasn't a dream.
Eames shifts him into his knees by grabbing Gerard's hips and pulling him up, helping him to get those thighs folded under himself before he gets back down to it, his tongue worming its way back to Gerard's hole and licking over it boldly.
His hands work under Gerard, pulling his dick gently down between his legs and urges him to close his thighs. For a moment he thinks about ropes but discards the idea for now. They'll get to play around with all of that later.
When his tongue spears up again and dives into Gerard, it's probably a little longer and limber than what Gerard expected. This is a dream and Eames is free to play with physics as much as he wants.
Gerard follows Eames' direction - he can't not right now, all he can think about is Eames' tongue inside of him working him up in an utterly wicked fashion. He wonders, absurdly, if they're showing any signs of arousal in the waking world and if he even gives a single fuck about that right now. He doesn't, he decides a second later, because Gerard may be new to rimming but he's fairly certain Eames' tongue isn't that long and all the perverse possibilities of being in a dream seem even more wild and open than before. He's slurring Eames' name on his tongue, repeated like a prayer as he clenches around him.
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He's too busy for confirming or denying, however, with his tongue pressing flat against Gerard's hole, teasing and teasing, fluttering against it before he lets the tip of it press inside him, just a teasing little bit. His hands are busy spreading Gerard and after a moment he pulls up to wiggle his fingers invitingly. "Hands," he says and when Gerard surrenders them, Eames puts them on his his own cheeks. "Keep them spread for me, love," he says before he dives in there again, lapping the flat of his tongue over that puckered ring of muscle again and again.
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"Please - please, Eames, oh, fuck-"
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His hands work under Gerard, pulling his dick gently down between his legs and urges him to close his thighs. For a moment he thinks about ropes but discards the idea for now. They'll get to play around with all of that later.
When his tongue spears up again and dives into Gerard, it's probably a little longer and limber than what Gerard expected. This is a dream and Eames is free to play with physics as much as he wants.
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