artfulforger | Ships Passing: The fallout of falling in to bed

Arthur was certain that he could never do something like this with just anyone else. He only wanted Eames to make him feel this way, to not have to be in control, to reveal a side to him that he hadn't even known was there and trust him enough to take care of him or to stop if or when Arthur wanted him to stop.

"Yours," he agreed with a groan, shifting and searching for something -- some kind of friction. "Harder, daddy -- please."

He loved how Arthur writhed, the eager way he worked to try and get more from their games. It meant so much that Arthur trusted him, yet was still there for him in those moments of panic when he'd returned that morning.

Another swat, giving it to him hard just like he asked. All because he said please. Two quick against one cheek, moaning with each hit that wwrmed his palm. "You love that, don't you, Boy?"

Once Eames started swatting his ass harder as he had asked, all the other thoughts in Arthur's mind were suddenly not as important as this, right here and right now. He groaned and whimpered at the sensations that were coursing through him from the pain and ache from his bottom and yet how good that felt as well in that way that pain and pleasure can feel.

He nodded, his breath caught in his throat. Fuck yes, he loved it. And oh, it would hurt to sit down in the morning, of that he had no doubt.

Setting up a steady rhythm, one cheek and then the other. Once more showing he knew what he was doing, being as careful as he could not to hurt Arthur more than he found pleasurable. And by those sounds he was making, he was loving it.

The next blow was a bit softer, but came down on the back of his thighs, testing to see if he liked that.

As Eames continued swatting him, Arthur writhed and pressed into his thigh - wanting and needing more. He was getting so fucking hard, harder than he imagined that he would be while someone -- while Eames spanked him.

Arthur gasped at the blow to the back of his thighs and groaned. "Eames," he whimpered. "Daddy -- please," he wanted Eames to fuck him.

Another sharp swat to his thighs and then he rubbed the mark. He was going to go fucking insane just from this, especially with the way Arthur sounded so damn sinful when he said that.

"Please what?" Oh he knew and he wanted it too but damned if he wasn't going to ask.

He bit on his bottom lip, undoubtedly his cheeks were flushed red and he couldn't help but shift against Eames' thigh. "Fuck me," he said, huskily and pressed back against his hand.

Oh but it was pretty when he said it like that, his tone rough and rich like that. His hand caressed the curve of Arthur's ass. "Tell me, Boy. Should I bend you over the coffee table or the back of the couch?"

Arthur hummed and shifted underneath his hand, his bottom feeling red and sore all over. "Couch, daddy," he said, glancing back at him.

"Oh fucking hell," he growled, shifting to give him another hard, wicked slap. "Move it then. Put yourself over the back and let me see how bad you want it, you slut," he growled, pausing even as the word came out, not having thought about it. For a moment the mask dropped, worrying showing in his eyes.

Arthur gasped at the sharp slap and bit off a soft whimper. A shudder slid throughout his entire body at Eames' words and bit on his bottom lip, slowly sitting up from his position to look at him. He was a little in shock by the word but if he looked shocked, it didn't compare to the worry in Eames' eyes. Arthur didn't like seeing that look. Instead, he pressed his lips to Eames' in a hard and deep kiss. They both knew he wasn't a slut and that it was just a game. To be honest, Arthur hadn't gotten any less hard than he was just moments ago.

Until that kiss, he wouldn't have been the least bit shocked if Arthur had told him to get the fuck out. And if he had, Eames would have had no one to blame but himself. Even as he kissed him, Eames found himself clutching at the other man, pulling him close as he slid his strong arms around him. Until that moment, until the fear he had fucked up everything they were building - and a fear he hadn't entirely had when he hadn't shown up the morning after - he hadn't realized just how deep he'd let himself get. Now he knew.

"I... Fuck," he whispered, the intonation on that single word so different than when he normally was holding the naked point man. Genuine emotion and care tinged his words. "I don't think of you that way," he whispered, nuzzling the corner of his mouth.

Arthur groaned softly and pressed in closer against Eames' chest and deepened the kiss. He hadn't realized just how deep this had gotten for him either -- how worried and upset he was about Eames (and about them) when Eames hadn't called after that night, how much he trusted Eames to be here with him in his home, how much he hated seeing the worry and fear in Eames' eyes and would do anything to make it go away. He pulled back from Eames' lips and licked at his bottom lip.

"I know you don't," he whispered and nuzzled the corner of his mouth. "Fuck, I know, Eames," he whispered and kissed along his jaw, just pressing in close.

Strong hands smoothed over Arthur's back, as much to soothe the other man as himself. Eager to help ease them back to... not even to where they were but not to being upset. Turned on as he was, fucking Arthur wasn't the ultimate goal. His own pleasure wasn't even the goal. Making them both love it, that was what mattered to him.

"Good. Damn. I'm glad," he whispered, nuzzling and kissing and refusing to let go. "Won't happen again, Baby. I swear."

He hummed and slid his hands over Eames' chest as he pressed against him. He wasn't upset, not really. He was more startled and surprised by anything. Arthur nuzzled and kissed along Eames' neck slowly, biting down before sucking on the skin soothingly. "I trust you, Eames," he murmured and raised his gaze to look at him, openly and honestly. "I was a little surprised," he admitted. "But, I also figured it was just a part of our game."

Not letting him go was one of the best things Eames could have done because Arthur didn't want him to unwrap his arms from him. There was just...something about being in his arms that Arthur liked. A lot.

He needed this. Not just in that moment when he worried about his words and what effect they might have but in the grand scheme of their few days. This was more than sex and roleplay. At least for him, and he suspected given the truth Arthur was giving him, the same for the pointman as well.

"I won't do it again. Soon as I said it," he whispered. "It didn't sound right. Not about you. You're so much more than a fuck."

To Arthur, this was definitely more than mere sex and roleplaying. This was far more important and deeper than that. "Course I am," he whispered, giving him a smile. "No, the slut didn't do it for me," he said softly. "Boy or baby or darling -- well, I can do that," he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to Eames' lips.

He stole quick tiny kisses, trying to be soothing in those little pecks and kisses. "What do you like," he asked. "Tell me? Beyond having that ass reddened and calling me by that name," he said with a grin, trying to ease back into where they had been.

There was no one quite like Eames and of that, Arthur was certain. If you had told him years ago that they would be here, he would be naked on Eames' lap with his ass reddened and Eames stealing kisses and holding him as close as he possibly could, Arthur may not have believed you. Scratch that, he wouldn't have. He figured they'd had their shot but blew it in Monaco. This definitely proved how wrong he had been. If anything, they were more ready for this now (Inception and all) than they were then.

Arthur grinned and licked his lips. "I've only recently found out how much I like you spanking my ass," he said, though they already knew that. "Mm, I like taking my time kissing, biting and touching." Which of itself, was probably a little surprising to people who weren't him. "Like it slow as much as I like it hard and fast."

Eames chuckled at that. Sliding his hand down, he ran his fingers lightly over one of those reddened cheeks.

"So you just like anything so long as it is me," he asked, still laughing though he was playfully serious about it. "I can understand why that could be exactly what you love," he said, slapping his ass.

Arthur hissed faintly when he ran his fingers over his ass and moaned softly. After a minute he leaned his head down and kissed along Eames' neck slowly before biting down on a spot. His lips curled up and he licked at the spot soothingly. "You can say that," he said, though it was pretty much the truth of it if he thought about it.

A soft gasp slipped from his lips when the slap came to his ass but still, he pressed back into that hand.

He had thought he'd ruined things, but Eames realized even after all he'd done, it would take more than what he'd done to ruin whatever this was. It was new, and raw at times, but neither of them were the sort to let things just vanish. Not if they had a choice, and in this they both had as much desire to keep it going as they had to lose.

Eames had no desire to lose. Not now.

Which was why he was glad so much they desired truly did measure up. Like their desires. He gave another slap, a sharp slap to one cheek out of his desire.

"I want you, Arthur. Like we were talking about."

It was certainly going to take a lot more to detour them away from this, from what they were discovering with each other and about each other. Arthur had no intention to lose this either if he could help him and he was a stubborn bastard in the best and worst times.

Arthur bucked into his hand and nodded. "I want it too," he mumbled and lifted his head to look at Eames before slowly slipping off of his lap and moving around the couch, folding his arms along the back and spreading his legs. "Please, Eames," he whispered into his ear, before nibbling at the lobe. "Fuck me."

Despite all of his in depth emotions, he was suddenly at a lost. God but that lean, sexy body all laid out for him, offering himself to.

"Arthur, I swear you'll be the death of me like that," he said, moving quickly to grab the small bottle of lube.

A moment later his fingers brushed over the tight pucker, teasing at him with a grin. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Arthur? I know that sounds cheesy but it's true."

A small little smirk tugged on Arthur's lips at Eames' reaction. Now that was addicting. "Well," he drawled out slowly with a smile. "You did just mention that I'll be the death of --," he inhaled when he felt Eames' fingers brush over his hole and groaned. His ass felt hot and sore and the coolness of the lube was a good contrast to that.

"Mm, enlighten me," he asked, pressing back into those fingers.

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