neededforger | Making up for lost time, one more time.

Making up for lost time, one more time.

They had lazed about for most of the day, mostly just because they could, and even when one or the other of them got up to use the bathroom or retrieve a book, they always came right back, as if somehow that bed held all the secrets of the universe. Come afternoon, Eames went to get his laptop, doing some research to find a restaurant for dinner, coming up with a few nearby and just deciding by what was closest, since he figured the walk would do them both good.
He even made a reservation, just to make sure they'd have a seat, even though as far as he could tell they were wide open as far as space.

"Are you ready, Arthur?" He called back towards the bedroom from where he was perched on the couch, having settled there after he'd gotten dressed, waiting for the other man to finish his shower, though the water had been off for a while.

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Arthur couldn't agree more; he managed to undo Eames' shirt and pants even while pinned against the wall. They had done this before - it had been a while, of course - but these were things and movements one never really forgot.

He got his predatory look in his eyes as he reached into Eames' pants, touching and stroking the other man's growing erection.

He liked that look, he always had, and that look, combined with Arthur's touch was enough to send a jolt of pleasure down his spine, nipping at Arthur's throat again, not enough to leave a mark just yet, but it wouldn't be long before he was.

Arthur hissed and tugged on Eames harder with one hand, while his free one worked to get Eames out of his jacket and shirt, and then trying to pull down his pants.

He growled faintly, just for a moment, hips rolling forward into Arthur's touch even as he rolled his shoulders to shuck himself of jacket and shirt both. He dragged both hands down Arthur's sides then, one hand working methodically, but quickly at his belt and fly.

When Eames managed to get his pants undone, Arthur lifted his hips to get himself out of them (his boxers going with them). When he got Eames' pants off he let out a huff of laughter: Eames wasn't wearing any underwear. He guessed he didn't notice it before because he was too busy focusing on what was in those pants rather than underneath them.

With both of them finally naked, Arthur pulled in Eames in for a hard, deep kiss, rubbing himself against the other man shamelessly. Damn, three years had been a long time time to go without...

He'd been about to reply, or at least ask, when he was dragged in for that kiss, and he just growled into it, replying in kind, one hand spanning Arthur's hip, just allowing the movement, tracking it, really, his own hips rolling in counterpoint, one slow, even rock in response two two or three of Arthur's shorter, sharper movements.

Moaning into the kiss and banging his back against the wall, dragging Eames with him, Arthur wanted more. Now.

He certainly wasn't going to argue that, moaning in turn and nipping at Arthur's lower lip, hips jolting forward against him again more firmly as one hand dipped to run his fingers along Arthur's thigh, encouraging him to lift it against Eames' hip for better leverage.

Arthur did that with relative ease considering how "out of practice" he was. He also took the opportunity to bite the other man's neck. Not too hard, just as he was digging his fingers into one shoulder.

It was still enough to get a sudden hiss of breath across his teeth from the Forger, growling a moment later as he laid claim to Arthur's mouth again, thumping him solidly back against the wall again, fingers playing along his thigh, kneading against it and keeping him in place as he rolled his hips forward against the other man's once more, groaning at the momentary press of contact. One hand dipped to wrap around them both, eyes fluttering closed as he stroked once, firmly.

Arthur couldn't help but cry out the stroking, one hand going around to grab one of Eames' buttocks, pressing their hips together even more, his hips grinding into the other man's. He was breathing out through his mouth, pushing up into Eames' hand and rubbing against him, too. It was almost overwhelming after not having anything for so long.

He finally managed to find his voice again, though it was nearly an octave lower than usual and far more rough-edged, "Easy, Arthur, not going anywhere." And he gave another stroke to prove it, growling faintly in the back of his throat, thumb sweeping across both of them in a broad circle, causing his breath to catch again.

Arthur practically whimpered at that, his head going back against the wall, him biting his lower lip, breathing out hard through his nose. He was finding it very hard to control his hips and the noises coming out of him. Especially as Eames continued, eventually going faster.

Arthur ended up burying his face in Eames' neck, crying out and moaning at the sensations, almost clinging to the other man, so near to the edge.

He wasn't that far off himself, and with Arthur clinging to him like that, and making those noises he knew it wasn't going to be much longer at all, provided he could keep at it. There was another lowthroated groan as he stroked again more firmly, shifting his grasp slightly to bring them into closer contact, if only by a fraction of an inch before he started stroking in earnest, intent on making the first climax hard and fast so they could take their time with the second.

Arthur dug his nails in deeper, he was so close. His eyes squeezed shut against Eames' neck, his mouth open, but no sound coming out. Yet.

But after Eames started stroking like that Arthur came hard, nearly screaming into Eames' neck, his back arching away from of the wall, his whole body shaking. It had been three years since his last orgasm. Yeah, it hit him hard and it was fucking incredible and almost painful.

It hadn't been quite that long for Eames, but it still hit him like a runaway train, thumping Arthur back against the wall once more, fingers tightening against his thigh as his own climax washed over him, leaving him shuddering, though not as violently as the other man.

His breathing was ragged, but he still soothed Arthur with a string of openmouthed kisses along his throat and jaw, stroking slowly once more just to finish riding out the last sparks of pleasure.

Arthur let his head fall back against the wall, eyes closed as he felt the kisses, his breathing ragged, chest heaving, but slowly becoming more calm as he came back down. He felt pretty boneless at that point with one leg still slung over Eames' hip, one arm over his shoulder.

There were tremors running through his body occasionally but it was good. All of it was. He had missed this more than he had realized.

Eames just scooped him up after a moment, depositing him on the couch, since it was closer than the bed, and going to get a warm washcloth to clean them both off with.

Of course, it was soon forgotten in one hand in favor of settling on the floor beside the couch and licking Arthur clean himself, smiling crookedly as he did so, one brow arching up at the other man.

Arthur didn't even register he had been moved until he found himself on the couch and Eames was... licking his stomach... His stomach muscles jumped a little at first, the touch unexpected.

Arthur watched him, feeling his cheeks flush slightly, his head tipping to one side.

He nipped at the other man's side, just once, little more than a scrape of his teeth, voice still a warm murmur, "Something the matter, Arthur?" He'd already decided that he liked the blush, and was going to see how long he could make it last.

Arthur ended up biting on one of his knuckles, as he continued to watch and feel what Eames was doing. Shaking his head at the question, his cheeks still feeling hot, he found himself curious to see where the other man would take this.

His smile was crooked, even a little predatory as he nipped at Arthur's side once more, humming contentedly as he rested his head against the other man's hip, running the backs of his knuckles along the underside of Arthur's shaft.

Arthur shivered slightly at that touch, he was still pretty limp but he could already feel the sparks of interest coming back (but then after as long as he has gone without sex, he is pretty sure he will be insatiable for a little while - but then Eames seems fine with that prospect).

His head was still tilted to one side, looking at Eames as one hand went down to run through his now sweat slicked hair, the tips of the hair tickling his skin slightly.

His smile spread at that shiver, repeating the movement just once before pressing a gentle kiss to Arthur's hip and then the inside of his thigh, finally giving him a gentle nudge, "On your knees, pet, lean against the back of the couch, hm?"

His brows furrowed slightly at the request but Arthur did as he was asked. It took him a moment, still trembling a bit, but with his arms and chest pressed against the back of the couch, on his knees, he glanced over at Eames over his shoulder.

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