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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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.

He was mildly amused that Arthur had just complied without question, he was going to take that as a good sign, really, pressing a kiss to the small of his back, already purring softly in the back of his throat, "There we are."

In truth, Arthur was so relaxed from his climax that he didn't have the energy to be as obstinate as he usually was. But he was feeling a bit suspicious.

Resting his chin on his arms as they were folded on the top of the couch, he could feel tingles go up his back as he heard the purr in the other man's voice. The heat in his cheeks returned at how pleased Eames' sounded.

He pressed another gentle kiss to the same spot, hands sliding down Arthur's flanks for a moment, trailing the edges of blunted nails along his skin, shifting his legs just a little further apart. There was nothing for just a moment before he licked a wide stripe, slow and teasing, from Arthur's perineum to his entrance, just testing the reaction for now.

Arthur felt himself shiver slightly at the nails down his sides, breathing out of his mouth. As his legs were spread apart a little more, he bit down on his bottom lip softly, closing his eyes, and anticipating what was coming.

However, he hadn't expected that. His eyes shot open and he could feel his body stiffen - he had never experienced that before, that sensation... down there... like that. He had never thought to ask for something like that and he certainly never thought Eames would be interested in that.

But, after Eames had done it, Arthur felt his whole body flush, fingers digging in to the fabric of the couch, and his cock already twitching in interest again.

That was apparently the reaction Eames had been expecting, given as how he chuckled softly, low and rolling, one hand still petting along Arthur's thigh as the other slid up his side again really just keeping him steady as he continued, steady, even relentless little curls of his tongue.

The more Eames did that, the more shallow Arthur's breathing became, burying his face in his arms as he tried to hold back some of the cries he could feel in his throat.

He also spread his legs a little wider, feeling so fucking dirty for doing so (and Eames' tongue down there, doing that) but... it felt so good, too. Unexpectedly good, even.

Eames, apparently, didn't have to breathe just at present, or at least that was what it seemed like, considering that he didn't let up except for the occasional lick all the way back down to Arthur's perineum again, but other than that he was slowly but surely working the other man open with his tongue alone.

Arthur could feel his body start to tremble, not able to hold the noises back any further. Fingers still dug into the couch, he was already hard again. He started thrusting his hips foreword, rubbing his erection against the couch just to get some friction on it. Almost as if he was trying to get away from that tongue that was driving him to insanity.

There was a soft laugh from Eames then, finally lifting his head, fingers trailing along Arthur's thigh again, his voice gone to a rough murmur, "Something the matter, Arthur?"

Arthur was practically panting, "Don't sound so smug." Arthur may have been in no position to say such a thing but no one could say he wasn't a bit proud.

"But why not?" He asked, mostly serious, pressing another gentle kiss to the small of Arthur's back. His fingers curled against the other man's hips again, tugging him back just slightly and licking at his entrance again, just as intently as before.

"Because... I... hate tha-at." He managed to get out before letting out a soft cry, burying his face into his arms again. And he did dislike that arrogance in Eames rather intensely at times (especially at times like this).

He lifted his head once more, "I'm sorry, did you want me to stop?"

Through gritted, "Stop and I swear I will hurt you."

There was another warm laugh before he set in again with perhaps a little more enthusiasm than before, still working Arthur open slowly but surely, fingers kneading against his hip and running down his thigh now and again because he could.

Arthur can't help, as Eames continues, but reach a hand down to start stroking himself. All of it is almost maddening.

Eames let him, just for a few moments, before his own hand slid up to curl against Arthur's wrist, bumping his hand away from where it was, voice a low murmur, "Enough of that."

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