But he underestimates Eames' tactical revenge. Somedays, it doesn't really annoy Eames that everyone thinks he's just a simpleton—just a thief.
It makes the victory sweeter.
When he seats himself on Arthur's cock, the man below him already looks murderous and the sight, the glint of his eyes and the set of his jaw, makes Eames moan. He still a little sloppy from before and so he doesn't waste anytime riding Arthur, pushing down on his slick cock and fucking himself at whatever pace he damn-well choses. Arthur tries to buck and flail but he's not really match for Eames' bulky weight. Eames changes his paces, knowing how much that annoys little-ol-Arthur, watching as his face angers and reddens with it.
"Smug bastard," Eames says, a little breathless as he grinds on Arthur's cock, enjoying the easy fuck since his hole is stretch and dripping a little around Arthur's cock. "Are you happy to be right, love? Happy to know that my panties were soaked with you come all day?"
Eames smirks, moaning through it when the angle hits deep enough to press incessantly on his prostate. Arthur, doesn't look happy at all. He looks as if he's physically in pain with the pleasure and isn't that just wonderful?
"How does it taste?"
Arthur doesn't answer but his eyes flash dangerously and Eames laughs, jerking back onto Arthur's cock and riding him faster, harder, so that he's practically bobbing up and down a little ridiculously.
There's a frustrated sound, that Eames is fairly sure come from Arthur and Eames clenches. Arthur's eye twitches.
"Have something to say?"
Eames leans down, presses his mouth to Arthur's and licks the fabric there. He bites but doesn't take the wad of fabric that used to be Eames' pants and were now shoved into Arthur's mouth like a ballgag.
"How much do you love it, pet," Eames says, settling into an angle that is perfect. "How much do you fancy the taste of your own come on my panties?"
With that, they both come and it's fucking amazing.
Eames feels the too-slick slide of come inside him and fuck, fuck, fuck, it's all very, much worth it.
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Date: 2011-06-17 12:36 am (UTC)Arthur fulfills his promise.
But he underestimates Eames' tactical revenge. Somedays, it doesn't really annoy Eames that everyone thinks he's just a simpleton—just a thief.
It makes the victory sweeter.
When he seats himself on Arthur's cock, the man below him already looks murderous and the sight, the glint of his eyes and the set of his jaw, makes Eames moan. He still a little sloppy from before and so he doesn't waste anytime riding Arthur, pushing down on his slick cock and fucking himself at whatever pace he damn-well choses. Arthur tries to buck and flail but he's not really match for Eames' bulky weight. Eames changes his paces, knowing how much that annoys little-ol-Arthur, watching as his face angers and reddens with it.
"Smug bastard," Eames says, a little breathless as he grinds on Arthur's cock, enjoying the easy fuck since his hole is stretch and dripping a little around Arthur's cock. "Are you happy to be right, love? Happy to know that my panties were soaked with you come all day?"
Eames smirks, moaning through it when the angle hits deep enough to press incessantly on his prostate. Arthur, doesn't look happy at all. He looks as if he's physically in pain with the pleasure and isn't that just wonderful?
"How does it taste?"
Arthur doesn't answer but his eyes flash dangerously and Eames laughs, jerking back onto Arthur's cock and riding him faster, harder, so that he's practically bobbing up and down a little ridiculously.
There's a frustrated sound, that Eames is fairly sure come from Arthur and Eames clenches. Arthur's eye twitches.
"Have something to say?"
Eames leans down, presses his mouth to Arthur's and licks the fabric there. He bites but doesn't take the wad of fabric that used to be Eames' pants and were now shoved into Arthur's mouth like a ballgag.
"How much do you love it, pet," Eames says, settling into an angle that is perfect. "How much do you fancy the taste of your own come on my panties?"
With that, they both come and it's fucking amazing.
Eames feels the too-slick slide of come inside him and fuck, fuck, fuck, it's all very, much worth it.