Arthur/Cobb ~ Obsession
Title: Obsession
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Cobb
Warnings: Slight d/s undertones, slightly rough sex
Summary: Fill for this prompt http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/11005.html?thread=22131197#t22131197
Author Notes: Un-beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Including horrible ending. I'm bad at endings.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
It wasn’t Cobb’s fault. He will maintain that until his dying day. He had never intended to sleep with his point man and best friend.
Arthur was the one who drove him to it.
A week ago, Cobb had accidently walked in on him masturbating in the shower of their shared hotel bathroom. Soapy water was running down his body, caressing firm muscles which were shifting and rippling beneath smooth skin as he stroked himself. His head was thrown back, his eyes were screwed up tight with pleasure and he was biting at his bottom lip, probably in an attempt to keep silent but if Cobb strained his ears he could hear the occasional faint gasp or moan.
But what immediately drew his attention away from any of that was Arthur's cock. It was huge. Massive. Fuck, it had to be at least ten inches. It was nearly as long as Arthur's forearm and as thick as his wrist and so gorgeous and oh, Cobb wanted it so badly that he felt his knees go a little weak and he had to clap a hand over his mouth to keep Arthur from hearing his aroused whimper.
Cobb's dick was straining against his pants as he imagined walking in there and dropping to his knees in front of Arthur. He could almost hear his cry of surprise turn into one of pleasure as Cobb took him deep into his mouth. Almost taste the salty sweet flavour of pre-come on his tongue, almost feel his lips stretching around Arthur's girth, feel Arthur's fingers painfully tight in his hair and feel his throat fill as Arthur fucked his mouth with hard, rough strokes.
He imagined Arthur dragging him to his feet, turning him around and slamming him up against the shower wall, taking him hard from behind, fingers bruising his hips and teeth marking his neck as he fucked him until he couldn't see straight.
Cobb could see that Arthur was close to release now. His movements had become more frantic and erratic and he was moaning openly now. His body arched and went taut as he reached climax.
Cobb couldn't resist giving himself a quick squeeze through his slacks. It took all his self control to keep from just rubbing until he came in his pants like a horny teenager.
Arthur was starting to come down from his high, just gently working himself through the last aftershocks.
As quietly as possible, Cobb slipped out the door and shut it softly behind him.
He made it all of three steps into his room before he was sinking to his knees and sliding his hand into his trousers, biting his fist to keep from shouting as he spilt into his hand in three, four sharp jerks.
Since then, all he could think about was Arthur's cock. He was becoming obsessed and it was getting humiliating. He found himself drifting off into fantasies at work and having to excuse himself to take care of the problem often enough that it was attracting suspicious looks. He found himself staring at Arthur's crotch without even realising he was doing it. He was pretty sure Arthur was beginning to notice that something was up.
His suspicions were confirmed soon enough. It was Friday night. They’d been working back late after everyone else had gone home. All day long Arthur had kept looking at him and Cobb got a vague feeling that he was waiting for them to be alone.
As soon as the last person had left the warehouse (Eames, who had exited with one of those all-knowing smirks) Cobb heard Arthur walk up behind his chair. He froze, wondering whether or not to make some excuse and bolt. He knew that Arthur had noticed something was up the last few days, but he didn’t know if he’d figured out exactly what it was, or how he would react if he had.
His mind was made up for him when Arthur laid one hand on his shoulder, just about making him jump out of his skin.
“You’re pretty tense. Something wrong?”
Arthur began to massage Cobb’s shoulders, sending shivers down his spine. He bit his lip to keep from groaning.
“Ah, no. No. Nothing’s wrong,” said Cobb a little too quickly.
“You’re sure? You’ve been acting strangely all week.”
“Have I?” Cobb evaded lamely, still wondering whether Arthur had found out about his highly inappropriate lust and was about to kick his ass.
“Sure there’s nothing I can help you with?” Arthur asked, leaning down so his lips were brushing Cobb’s ear.
“Uh.” Cobb replied intelligently.
“You know, I saw you. When I was in the shower last week.” Arthur said in a conversational tone.
Cobb opened and closed his mouth a few times but nothing came out. It might’ve had something to do with the fact that all of the blood in his brain had migrated southwards.
“Couldn’t help but get the feeling you wanted something.” Arthur continued lightly.
Cobb’s brain regained enough function to remember that he should be ashamed of his behaviour and ought to escape the situation before any further humiliation ensued.
“Arthur. I- uh I’m sorry. Oh my God I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy like that. There was no excuse for my behav-“
Cobb tried to stand up but was pulled back down rather insistently.
“Oh, I’m not angry. Quite the opposite actually,” said Arthur, his lips now trailing kisses down Cobb’s neck.
“R-really?” Cobb squeaked. He had never imagined that his fantasy would ever come true and was having trouble believing that this was happening.
“Mhm. I want you, and I know you want me. So what are we waiting for?” Arthur breathed seductively.
Well, there was only one answer to that.
“Nothing.”
Cobb stood and pulled Arthur into a deep kiss. Arthur took immediate control, gripping his hair tightly and plundering his mouth possessively. Cobb whimpered and melted against Arthur.
Arthur moved his hands from Cobb’s hair down his back to his ass. He pulled their hips flush together and Cobb moaned at the feel of Arthur’s cock, long and hard against his hip.
Arthur suddenly spun him around and Cobb made another embarrassing noise at the way Arthur’s cock was pressed against his ass.
Arthur went back to kissing and nibbling Cobb’s neck while his hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt.
Arthur found a particularly sensitive spot behind Cobb’s ear at the same time as he began pinching and rubbing his nipples. The sensation sent little jolts of electricity straight to Cobb’s groin and he shuddered.
Then Arthur moved his hands to Cobb’s hips and held him still while he ground his dick slowly against Cobb’s ass. They both groaned.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Dom?” Arthur purred sinfully.
“I think...you know the answer to that.” Cobb panted, rocking his hips back against Arthur’s.
“Say it.” Arthur punctuated this command by sliding his hand down to cup Cobb through his pants.
Cobb gasped and his hips jerked forwards involuntarily. Arthur squeezed gently and repeated “say it.”
“Fuck me!” Cobb moaned. “God, Arthur please, fuck me.”
“Waited a long time to hear you say that,” Arthur whispered against Cobb’s shoulder.
“Waited a long time to have you do it,” Cobb countered impatiently, pressing his hips back again for emphasis.
Arthur snorted. “You’ve waited a week.”
“That’s more than long enough. Now hurry up and strip.”
The warmth at his back disappeared as Arthur stepped away to remove his clothes. Cobb turned to watch Arthur as he did the same. Cobb managed to get down to his boxers by the time he became too distracted to continue by the sight of Arthur’s impressive length obscenely tenting his white briefs, the glistening head sticking out above the waistband.
Before he really registering what he was doing, Cobb was already on his knees before that magnificent cock. He lapped at the head, moaning softly at the taste - even better than he’d imagined.
Arthur gasped softly and a hand came up to run through his hair. Taking this as encouragement, Cobb tugged Arthur’s underwear down and licked a stripe up his shaft and swirled his tongue around the head.
Then he closed his lips around Arthur and slowly sank down, hollowing his cheeks and keeping his tongue fluttering over the vein on the underside.
“Fuck, Dom!” Arthur moaned shakily, fingers tightening in Cobb’s hair.
Groaning at the wonderful taste and feel of Arthur’s dick filling his mouth, he took him even deeper, swallowing around him. Arthur gasped and his hips jerked forward, pressing his cock further down Cobb’s throat.
“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ Arthur started to pull away but Cobb held him there, moaning wantonly as he sucked even harder, faster.
He opened his eyes to see Arthur looking down at him in awed lust.
“You really are a dirty little cockslut aren’t you?” Arthur murmured, voice rough with arousal. “No one’s ever been able to take me that deep before.”
Cobb gave the smuggest smirk anyone could manage with a mouth full of cock and then continued his ministrations, savouring every gasp and moan, every clench of fingers in his hair, the intoxicating taste and scent that was purely Arthur.
A couple of minutes later Arthur signalled to him to stop. Cobb released Arthur’s dick somewhat reluctantly, but remembering where it would be going next was more than enough incentive to make him get to his feet.
As soon as he was standing Arthur kissed him passionately. The knowledge that Arthur could taste himself in Cobb’s mouth was enough to make his dick throb and pull a whimper from his throat.
Arthur tugged Cobb’s boxers down and waited for him to step out of them before stroking him a few times. Predictably Cobb gave a strangled moan and sagged against him.
Arthur chuckled “You’ve certainly got it bad, haven’t you?”
Cobb just growled “Hurry up and fuck me!” in response.
“Turn around and brace yourself against the table.”
Cobb shivered at the authoritative tone and did as he was asked. He heard rustling of fabric and looked over to see Arthur fetching lube from his pants pocket.
A moment later he was back and running one warm hand down Cobb’s back, tracing his spine until he reached the cleft of his buttocks.
Cobb spread his legs wider and made a pleading sound at the back of his throat. Arthur ran one dry finger between rounded cheeks, just barely brushing over Cobb’s hole.
Cobb inhaled sharply and squirmed. He heard Arthur make a noise that might have been a chuckle.
The infuriating feather-light touch withdrew and Cobb heard the cap on the lube click open. He was almost trembling with anticipation now.
Finally, Arthur pressed a slick finger inside him and Cobb nearly sobbed with relief.
"More!"
Arthur obliged, quickly working in a second finger. He moved them in and out a few times before curling them, searching for Cobb’s prostate.
He quickly found it and rubbed gently. Fireworks exploded behind Cobb’s eyes and he couldn’t stop himself from whimpering “Arthur!” and arching desperately against him. He found himself clinging tightly to the table just to keep upright.
Arthur scissored his fingers and Cobb slowly relaxed his muscles, allowing Arthur to add a third finger.
After a few minutes of working Cobb open with three fingers, Arthur slipped in a fourth, wanting to make sure the older man was stretched enough so that he wouldn’t hurt him.
Cobb growled through gritted teeth “Dammit Arthur, I’m ready. Hurry up and fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very. Do it. Now.”
Arthur squeezed out some more lube and carefully slicked up his cock.
Then he murmured in Cobb’s ear “Turn around and lay down on the table. I want to see your face when you come for me.”
The words sent tendrils of heat curling through Cobb and he released his grip on the table edge and turned around. He lay back on the table and a faint blush coloured his cheeks as he lifted his knees to his chest, spreading himself open and vulnerable under Arthur’s predatory gaze.
Eyes darkened with desire, Arthur ran one hand up Cobb’s thigh and whispered “beautiful.” He hitched one of Cobb’s legs over his shoulder and held the other at waist height. Then he pressed the head of his thick cock against Cobb’s opening.
Now Cobb was trembling and he needed Arthur’s cock inside him.
Before he had to beg again, Arthur finally moved forward.
“Oh.”
Cobb gasped almost soundlessly, threw his head back and dug his fingers into the table to keep himself grounded as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure-pain as he was stretched and filled narrowed his world down to one little pinpoint of sensation.
Arthur paused about halfway inside and Cobb groaned in frustration. He wrapped his free leg around Arthur’s waist, urging him to move deeper.
Getting the message, Arthur slowly slid in further.
“Oh Arthur, yes,” Cobb hissed when Arthur was fully seated. It had been so long since he’d been filled so completely that he’d almost forgotten how good it felt.
Arthur pulled back minutely and rocked forward again slowly.
“God, Dom,” he panted “fuck, you feel so good.”
Cobb moaned in agreement and arched up, trying to get Arthur to move faster. He was unsuccessful. Arthur kept moving in slow, gentle thrusts that just barely brushed Cobb’s prostate and were driving him crazy with need.
“Arthur... please...just, please” he panted, hardly able to form coherent words.
Arthur thrust into him a little harder than before but it was still not enough.
“Faster. I can take it.” Cobb insisted.
“Pushy bottom.”
“You’d better believe it. Now fuck me!”
Cobb arched his hips up and clenched his muscles around Arthur’s length. This had the desired effect.
Arthur gave a shaky gasp that morphed into a primal, animalistic growl and his hips jerked forward hard of their own accord. Cobb cried out in pure bliss, and finally,finally, Arthur began to slam into Cobb in earnest.
Yes. Sudden realization hit Cobb like a sledgehammer. This was what he needed. Not just the physical sensation of being fucked roughly, but the emotional need to be claimed. Owned. Possessed. Thoroughly used. By Arthur.
He made eye contact with Arthur and he could see that Arthur knew exactly what he was feeling. He'd never felt like this before, never trusted anyone else enough to let himself feel like this and that scared him a little but he couldn't give it any more thought because Arthur was rubbing against his prostate with every rough thrust, causing waves of pleasure to cascade along every nerve and all Cobb could do was gasp and moan and writhe beneath him. He felt like a filthy slut and loved every second of it.
Almost as if he could read his mind, Arthur said in a throaty whisper “God, look at you. Splayed out under me, just taking my cock, moaning for it like a whore. You love it, don’t you? You need it.”
Cobb could hardly find breath to pant out “yes, God yes ... Arthur, please!”
He didn’t even know what he was begging for but somehow Arthur gave it to him anyway, just fucking him and fucking him until he couldn’t think and all he could do was feel. Arthur tightened his grip on Cobb’s hips and Cobb savoured the little points of pain that were mixing with and intensifying the overwhelming pleasure.
Cobb could tell that Arthur was getting close from the way his thrusts were becoming erratic and his moans were taking on a desperate tone. He too was almost there. He could feel his orgasm building, feel his balls tightening, feel heat pool in his groin as he got closer and closer to the edge.
Soon they were both gasping, whimpering, desperately close to release.
Cobb cried out when Arthur wrapped a hand around his aching, leaking cock and it only took a few strokes, coupled with Arthur groaning “come for me, Dom” for him to reach climax. He threw his head back and screamed as wave after wave of impossibly intense pleasure washed through him.
Arthur thrust once, twice more before burying himself deep in Cobb’s clenching channel and coming hard with a shout of ecstasy.
With a little whimper, Arthur collapsed forward onto Cobb, still trembling with the last aftershocks. Cobb automatically brought his arms up around Arthur, stroking the sweaty skin of his back as they both struggled to catch their breath.
After a few moments, Arthur leaned up to kiss Cobb, much more softly and slowly than he had previously and Cobb's heart fluttered with hope. Cobb left one hand on the small of Arthur’s back and brought the other one up to stroke his face tenderly as they kissed.
A minute later Arthur pulled back from the kiss to look at Cobb. Cobb could see uncertainty in his eyes. He was feeling it too. He wasn’t sure exactly what had happened between them and how they would deal with it. He didn’t know if Arthur wanted this to be a one-time thing, a friends-with-benefits arrangement, or a relationship. Cobb wasn’t sure what he wanted himself.
He knew he cared deeply for Arthur, but could he really handle a relationship? He stared back into Arthur’s chocolate brown eyes, trying to read him, figure out what he was thinking. He was pretty sure Arthur was doing the same thing to him.
The more he thought about it, the more he realised that maybe he did want a relationship with Arthur. Maybe when this had started it was only sex, only mutual lust, but now... There had definitely been something intimate, something beyond the casual in their encounter.
But did Arthur feel the same way?
Cobb thought back, remembering how Arthur had been so gentle and careful with him. Sure, it hadn’t been what he’d wanted at the time, but it indicated that Arthur cared about him, felt something for him, perhaps beyond simple friendship. He remembered the way Arthur looked at him with burning eyes, whispered softly to him as though he were something precious. Remembered how Arthur hadn't just cared about his own pleasure, as many of his previous partners had done. Even when he’d been calling him a whore, Cobb had never felt safer. He completely trusted Arthur, giving up complete control to him without a second thought.
Well damn. Cobb realised that he might be just a little bit in love with Arthur.
The silence between them was beginning to get awkward.
“Arthur.”
“Dom,” they both tried at the same time.
They both fell silent for a few more seconds, and then Arthur said “I’m just gonna say this straight out. I want this to be more than casual. If you don’t want a relationship with me, I’ll understand, but I just wanted you to know how I felt.”
Arthur was pointedly avoiding eye contact, chewing on his bottom lip as he nervously awaited Cobb’s response.
Cobb gently took Arthur’s face in his hands and made him meet his eyes. He was saddened to see insecurity and fear in Arthur’s eyes, as though he had already resigned himself to being rejected.
“I want that too, Arthur.”
There was silence for a second and then “really?” as though he was hardly daring to hope.
“Yes, really.” Cobb emphasized this by kissing Arthur firmly, trying to pour as much emotion and promise into it as possible.
When they parted they were both smiling.
“Just one thing,” said Arthur with a chuckle. “We’d better move before we stick together.”
“Good point,” Cobb agreed with an answering laugh.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Cobb
Warnings: Slight d/s undertones, slightly rough sex
Summary: Fill for this prompt http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/11005.html?thread=22131197#t22131197
Author Notes: Un-beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Including horrible ending. I'm bad at endings.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
It wasn’t Cobb’s fault. He will maintain that until his dying day. He had never intended to sleep with his point man and best friend.
Arthur was the one who drove him to it.
A week ago, Cobb had accidently walked in on him masturbating in the shower of their shared hotel bathroom. Soapy water was running down his body, caressing firm muscles which were shifting and rippling beneath smooth skin as he stroked himself. His head was thrown back, his eyes were screwed up tight with pleasure and he was biting at his bottom lip, probably in an attempt to keep silent but if Cobb strained his ears he could hear the occasional faint gasp or moan.
But what immediately drew his attention away from any of that was Arthur's cock. It was huge. Massive. Fuck, it had to be at least ten inches. It was nearly as long as Arthur's forearm and as thick as his wrist and so gorgeous and oh, Cobb wanted it so badly that he felt his knees go a little weak and he had to clap a hand over his mouth to keep Arthur from hearing his aroused whimper.
Cobb's dick was straining against his pants as he imagined walking in there and dropping to his knees in front of Arthur. He could almost hear his cry of surprise turn into one of pleasure as Cobb took him deep into his mouth. Almost taste the salty sweet flavour of pre-come on his tongue, almost feel his lips stretching around Arthur's girth, feel Arthur's fingers painfully tight in his hair and feel his throat fill as Arthur fucked his mouth with hard, rough strokes.
He imagined Arthur dragging him to his feet, turning him around and slamming him up against the shower wall, taking him hard from behind, fingers bruising his hips and teeth marking his neck as he fucked him until he couldn't see straight.
Cobb could see that Arthur was close to release now. His movements had become more frantic and erratic and he was moaning openly now. His body arched and went taut as he reached climax.
Cobb couldn't resist giving himself a quick squeeze through his slacks. It took all his self control to keep from just rubbing until he came in his pants like a horny teenager.
Arthur was starting to come down from his high, just gently working himself through the last aftershocks.
As quietly as possible, Cobb slipped out the door and shut it softly behind him.
He made it all of three steps into his room before he was sinking to his knees and sliding his hand into his trousers, biting his fist to keep from shouting as he spilt into his hand in three, four sharp jerks.
Since then, all he could think about was Arthur's cock. He was becoming obsessed and it was getting humiliating. He found himself drifting off into fantasies at work and having to excuse himself to take care of the problem often enough that it was attracting suspicious looks. He found himself staring at Arthur's crotch without even realising he was doing it. He was pretty sure Arthur was beginning to notice that something was up.
His suspicions were confirmed soon enough. It was Friday night. They’d been working back late after everyone else had gone home. All day long Arthur had kept looking at him and Cobb got a vague feeling that he was waiting for them to be alone.
As soon as the last person had left the warehouse (Eames, who had exited with one of those all-knowing smirks) Cobb heard Arthur walk up behind his chair. He froze, wondering whether or not to make some excuse and bolt. He knew that Arthur had noticed something was up the last few days, but he didn’t know if he’d figured out exactly what it was, or how he would react if he had.
His mind was made up for him when Arthur laid one hand on his shoulder, just about making him jump out of his skin.
“You’re pretty tense. Something wrong?”
Arthur began to massage Cobb’s shoulders, sending shivers down his spine. He bit his lip to keep from groaning.
“Ah, no. No. Nothing’s wrong,” said Cobb a little too quickly.
“You’re sure? You’ve been acting strangely all week.”
“Have I?” Cobb evaded lamely, still wondering whether Arthur had found out about his highly inappropriate lust and was about to kick his ass.
“Sure there’s nothing I can help you with?” Arthur asked, leaning down so his lips were brushing Cobb’s ear.
“Uh.” Cobb replied intelligently.
“You know, I saw you. When I was in the shower last week.” Arthur said in a conversational tone.
Cobb opened and closed his mouth a few times but nothing came out. It might’ve had something to do with the fact that all of the blood in his brain had migrated southwards.
“Couldn’t help but get the feeling you wanted something.” Arthur continued lightly.
Cobb’s brain regained enough function to remember that he should be ashamed of his behaviour and ought to escape the situation before any further humiliation ensued.
“Arthur. I- uh I’m sorry. Oh my God I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy like that. There was no excuse for my behav-“
Cobb tried to stand up but was pulled back down rather insistently.
“Oh, I’m not angry. Quite the opposite actually,” said Arthur, his lips now trailing kisses down Cobb’s neck.
“R-really?” Cobb squeaked. He had never imagined that his fantasy would ever come true and was having trouble believing that this was happening.
“Mhm. I want you, and I know you want me. So what are we waiting for?” Arthur breathed seductively.
Well, there was only one answer to that.
“Nothing.”
Cobb stood and pulled Arthur into a deep kiss. Arthur took immediate control, gripping his hair tightly and plundering his mouth possessively. Cobb whimpered and melted against Arthur.
Arthur moved his hands from Cobb’s hair down his back to his ass. He pulled their hips flush together and Cobb moaned at the feel of Arthur’s cock, long and hard against his hip.
Arthur suddenly spun him around and Cobb made another embarrassing noise at the way Arthur’s cock was pressed against his ass.
Arthur went back to kissing and nibbling Cobb’s neck while his hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt.
Arthur found a particularly sensitive spot behind Cobb’s ear at the same time as he began pinching and rubbing his nipples. The sensation sent little jolts of electricity straight to Cobb’s groin and he shuddered.
Then Arthur moved his hands to Cobb’s hips and held him still while he ground his dick slowly against Cobb’s ass. They both groaned.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Dom?” Arthur purred sinfully.
“I think...you know the answer to that.” Cobb panted, rocking his hips back against Arthur’s.
“Say it.” Arthur punctuated this command by sliding his hand down to cup Cobb through his pants.
Cobb gasped and his hips jerked forwards involuntarily. Arthur squeezed gently and repeated “say it.”
“Fuck me!” Cobb moaned. “God, Arthur please, fuck me.”
“Waited a long time to hear you say that,” Arthur whispered against Cobb’s shoulder.
“Waited a long time to have you do it,” Cobb countered impatiently, pressing his hips back again for emphasis.
Arthur snorted. “You’ve waited a week.”
“That’s more than long enough. Now hurry up and strip.”
The warmth at his back disappeared as Arthur stepped away to remove his clothes. Cobb turned to watch Arthur as he did the same. Cobb managed to get down to his boxers by the time he became too distracted to continue by the sight of Arthur’s impressive length obscenely tenting his white briefs, the glistening head sticking out above the waistband.
Before he really registering what he was doing, Cobb was already on his knees before that magnificent cock. He lapped at the head, moaning softly at the taste - even better than he’d imagined.
Arthur gasped softly and a hand came up to run through his hair. Taking this as encouragement, Cobb tugged Arthur’s underwear down and licked a stripe up his shaft and swirled his tongue around the head.
Then he closed his lips around Arthur and slowly sank down, hollowing his cheeks and keeping his tongue fluttering over the vein on the underside.
“Fuck, Dom!” Arthur moaned shakily, fingers tightening in Cobb’s hair.
Groaning at the wonderful taste and feel of Arthur’s dick filling his mouth, he took him even deeper, swallowing around him. Arthur gasped and his hips jerked forward, pressing his cock further down Cobb’s throat.
“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ Arthur started to pull away but Cobb held him there, moaning wantonly as he sucked even harder, faster.
He opened his eyes to see Arthur looking down at him in awed lust.
“You really are a dirty little cockslut aren’t you?” Arthur murmured, voice rough with arousal. “No one’s ever been able to take me that deep before.”
Cobb gave the smuggest smirk anyone could manage with a mouth full of cock and then continued his ministrations, savouring every gasp and moan, every clench of fingers in his hair, the intoxicating taste and scent that was purely Arthur.
A couple of minutes later Arthur signalled to him to stop. Cobb released Arthur’s dick somewhat reluctantly, but remembering where it would be going next was more than enough incentive to make him get to his feet.
As soon as he was standing Arthur kissed him passionately. The knowledge that Arthur could taste himself in Cobb’s mouth was enough to make his dick throb and pull a whimper from his throat.
Arthur tugged Cobb’s boxers down and waited for him to step out of them before stroking him a few times. Predictably Cobb gave a strangled moan and sagged against him.
Arthur chuckled “You’ve certainly got it bad, haven’t you?”
Cobb just growled “Hurry up and fuck me!” in response.
“Turn around and brace yourself against the table.”
Cobb shivered at the authoritative tone and did as he was asked. He heard rustling of fabric and looked over to see Arthur fetching lube from his pants pocket.
A moment later he was back and running one warm hand down Cobb’s back, tracing his spine until he reached the cleft of his buttocks.
Cobb spread his legs wider and made a pleading sound at the back of his throat. Arthur ran one dry finger between rounded cheeks, just barely brushing over Cobb’s hole.
Cobb inhaled sharply and squirmed. He heard Arthur make a noise that might have been a chuckle.
The infuriating feather-light touch withdrew and Cobb heard the cap on the lube click open. He was almost trembling with anticipation now.
Finally, Arthur pressed a slick finger inside him and Cobb nearly sobbed with relief.
"More!"
Arthur obliged, quickly working in a second finger. He moved them in and out a few times before curling them, searching for Cobb’s prostate.
He quickly found it and rubbed gently. Fireworks exploded behind Cobb’s eyes and he couldn’t stop himself from whimpering “Arthur!” and arching desperately against him. He found himself clinging tightly to the table just to keep upright.
Arthur scissored his fingers and Cobb slowly relaxed his muscles, allowing Arthur to add a third finger.
After a few minutes of working Cobb open with three fingers, Arthur slipped in a fourth, wanting to make sure the older man was stretched enough so that he wouldn’t hurt him.
Cobb growled through gritted teeth “Dammit Arthur, I’m ready. Hurry up and fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very. Do it. Now.”
Arthur squeezed out some more lube and carefully slicked up his cock.
Then he murmured in Cobb’s ear “Turn around and lay down on the table. I want to see your face when you come for me.”
The words sent tendrils of heat curling through Cobb and he released his grip on the table edge and turned around. He lay back on the table and a faint blush coloured his cheeks as he lifted his knees to his chest, spreading himself open and vulnerable under Arthur’s predatory gaze.
Eyes darkened with desire, Arthur ran one hand up Cobb’s thigh and whispered “beautiful.” He hitched one of Cobb’s legs over his shoulder and held the other at waist height. Then he pressed the head of his thick cock against Cobb’s opening.
Now Cobb was trembling and he needed Arthur’s cock inside him.
Before he had to beg again, Arthur finally moved forward.
“Oh.”
Cobb gasped almost soundlessly, threw his head back and dug his fingers into the table to keep himself grounded as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure-pain as he was stretched and filled narrowed his world down to one little pinpoint of sensation.
Arthur paused about halfway inside and Cobb groaned in frustration. He wrapped his free leg around Arthur’s waist, urging him to move deeper.
Getting the message, Arthur slowly slid in further.
“Oh Arthur, yes,” Cobb hissed when Arthur was fully seated. It had been so long since he’d been filled so completely that he’d almost forgotten how good it felt.
Arthur pulled back minutely and rocked forward again slowly.
“God, Dom,” he panted “fuck, you feel so good.”
Cobb moaned in agreement and arched up, trying to get Arthur to move faster. He was unsuccessful. Arthur kept moving in slow, gentle thrusts that just barely brushed Cobb’s prostate and were driving him crazy with need.
“Arthur... please...just, please” he panted, hardly able to form coherent words.
Arthur thrust into him a little harder than before but it was still not enough.
“Faster. I can take it.” Cobb insisted.
“Pushy bottom.”
“You’d better believe it. Now fuck me!”
Cobb arched his hips up and clenched his muscles around Arthur’s length. This had the desired effect.
Arthur gave a shaky gasp that morphed into a primal, animalistic growl and his hips jerked forward hard of their own accord. Cobb cried out in pure bliss, and finally,finally, Arthur began to slam into Cobb in earnest.
Yes. Sudden realization hit Cobb like a sledgehammer. This was what he needed. Not just the physical sensation of being fucked roughly, but the emotional need to be claimed. Owned. Possessed. Thoroughly used. By Arthur.
He made eye contact with Arthur and he could see that Arthur knew exactly what he was feeling. He'd never felt like this before, never trusted anyone else enough to let himself feel like this and that scared him a little but he couldn't give it any more thought because Arthur was rubbing against his prostate with every rough thrust, causing waves of pleasure to cascade along every nerve and all Cobb could do was gasp and moan and writhe beneath him. He felt like a filthy slut and loved every second of it.
Almost as if he could read his mind, Arthur said in a throaty whisper “God, look at you. Splayed out under me, just taking my cock, moaning for it like a whore. You love it, don’t you? You need it.”
Cobb could hardly find breath to pant out “yes, God yes ... Arthur, please!”
He didn’t even know what he was begging for but somehow Arthur gave it to him anyway, just fucking him and fucking him until he couldn’t think and all he could do was feel. Arthur tightened his grip on Cobb’s hips and Cobb savoured the little points of pain that were mixing with and intensifying the overwhelming pleasure.
Cobb could tell that Arthur was getting close from the way his thrusts were becoming erratic and his moans were taking on a desperate tone. He too was almost there. He could feel his orgasm building, feel his balls tightening, feel heat pool in his groin as he got closer and closer to the edge.
Soon they were both gasping, whimpering, desperately close to release.
Cobb cried out when Arthur wrapped a hand around his aching, leaking cock and it only took a few strokes, coupled with Arthur groaning “come for me, Dom” for him to reach climax. He threw his head back and screamed as wave after wave of impossibly intense pleasure washed through him.
Arthur thrust once, twice more before burying himself deep in Cobb’s clenching channel and coming hard with a shout of ecstasy.
With a little whimper, Arthur collapsed forward onto Cobb, still trembling with the last aftershocks. Cobb automatically brought his arms up around Arthur, stroking the sweaty skin of his back as they both struggled to catch their breath.
After a few moments, Arthur leaned up to kiss Cobb, much more softly and slowly than he had previously and Cobb's heart fluttered with hope. Cobb left one hand on the small of Arthur’s back and brought the other one up to stroke his face tenderly as they kissed.
A minute later Arthur pulled back from the kiss to look at Cobb. Cobb could see uncertainty in his eyes. He was feeling it too. He wasn’t sure exactly what had happened between them and how they would deal with it. He didn’t know if Arthur wanted this to be a one-time thing, a friends-with-benefits arrangement, or a relationship. Cobb wasn’t sure what he wanted himself.
He knew he cared deeply for Arthur, but could he really handle a relationship? He stared back into Arthur’s chocolate brown eyes, trying to read him, figure out what he was thinking. He was pretty sure Arthur was doing the same thing to him.
The more he thought about it, the more he realised that maybe he did want a relationship with Arthur. Maybe when this had started it was only sex, only mutual lust, but now... There had definitely been something intimate, something beyond the casual in their encounter.
But did Arthur feel the same way?
Cobb thought back, remembering how Arthur had been so gentle and careful with him. Sure, it hadn’t been what he’d wanted at the time, but it indicated that Arthur cared about him, felt something for him, perhaps beyond simple friendship. He remembered the way Arthur looked at him with burning eyes, whispered softly to him as though he were something precious. Remembered how Arthur hadn't just cared about his own pleasure, as many of his previous partners had done. Even when he’d been calling him a whore, Cobb had never felt safer. He completely trusted Arthur, giving up complete control to him without a second thought.
Well damn. Cobb realised that he might be just a little bit in love with Arthur.
The silence between them was beginning to get awkward.
“Arthur.”
“Dom,” they both tried at the same time.
They both fell silent for a few more seconds, and then Arthur said “I’m just gonna say this straight out. I want this to be more than casual. If you don’t want a relationship with me, I’ll understand, but I just wanted you to know how I felt.”
Arthur was pointedly avoiding eye contact, chewing on his bottom lip as he nervously awaited Cobb’s response.
Cobb gently took Arthur’s face in his hands and made him meet his eyes. He was saddened to see insecurity and fear in Arthur’s eyes, as though he had already resigned himself to being rejected.
“I want that too, Arthur.”
There was silence for a second and then “really?” as though he was hardly daring to hope.
“Yes, really.” Cobb emphasized this by kissing Arthur firmly, trying to pour as much emotion and promise into it as possible.
When they parted they were both smiling.
“Just one thing,” said Arthur with a chuckle. “We’d better move before we stick together.”
“Good point,” Cobb agreed with an answering laugh.