Fic: Come As You Are (Arthur/Eames)
Title: Come As You Are
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'I want Arthur lusting after Eames. Drinking him in. And I want them rutting, intensely and mindlessly and shamelessly, against a Nirvana song.' - Prompt.
Word Count: 630
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late
‘Come here.’ The low cadence of Eames’ voice, his vowels pitching full and round. The seductive rise and fall of his lips, the swollen red of his mouth. His eyes darken as he slips a hand around Arthur’s waist (and Arthur forgets how to breathe, yet again).
The grey of Eames’ pupils dims, deepens into lust.
‘Eames,’ Arthur says. The merest hint of a whine.
‘Arthur,’ Eames replies. Like a benediction. He glides a hand up Arthur’s left hip and places it on the Windsor knot of his tie. It unravels under his fingers until the tie lies in a crumpled heap on the floor and Arthur feels suddenly, overwhelmingly naked.
He gazes at Eames’ broad, hefty shoulders, the whirl and swirl of ink on his skin. He reaches out a trembling hand and strokes the picture of a mermaid splayed on the shore. ‘Where did you get this?’
‘Tanzania,’ says Eames. He quirks an eyebrow. ‘Why are we still talking?’
He presses his lips to Arthur’s. The kiss is surprisingly gentle, a quiet rippling of breath, and Arthur leans into Eames unthinkingly. He can feel, ever so faintly, the steady beat of Eames’ heart. The slow slide of his tongue, the sweet, citrus taste of him, and all at once Arthur wants to devour him.
In one graceful movement, he pins Eames’ arms to the wall and wraps his thighs around him. Eames sucks in a surprised breath - he’s accustomed to being the one in control - but Arthur doesn’t care. It’s a new, simmering heat in his chest, this flare of possessiveness, and he rides it joyfully.
He licks a long stripe up Eames’ throat, just because he can. Nuzzles the tender spot beneath his left ear, and listens to the slight hitch in his breath. The buttons on Eames’ shirt shiver open under Arthur’s hungry touch, and he fastens his mouth to a luscious red nipple.
Come
Dowsed in mud
Soaked in bleach
‘Like it?’ Arthur whispers. It’s hard to speak (mouthful of tit, he thinks, and the lewdness of his own words spikes desire deep in his belly).
‘Ye...yeah.’ Eames is slurring his words, but his back is still ramrod straight and Arthur wants to fix that.
He laves the other nipple with his tongue and bites down. The effect is electric: Eames arches off the wall and into Arthur’s mouth. So he likes it a little rough; Arthur files that away for the future.
Come
As a friend
As an old enemy
Arthur pulls back. His lips make an obscene pop sound. He stills Eames’ instant moans of protest by falling to his knees, and working Eames’ zipper open.
Eames is fully hard. His entire body quivers when Arthur grasps his cock. It’s swollen and leaking furiously at the tip. Arthur wraps his mouth around the violet head.
Eames’ hands twine in his hair, tug almost hard enough to hurt.
Despite Eames’ insistence that he has no imagination, Arthur’s blowjobs are immensely creative. He alternates between sucking so intensely that Eames’ knees buckle to swirling his tongue around his cock almost hard enough to mark him. It makes Eames go weak with pleasure every single time, and tonight is no exception.
Come
As you are
As you were
As I want you to be
Arthur glances up at Eames. They’re both sweaty, panting, and dizzy-eyed with lust, and Arthur wonders at the beautiful absurdity of it all. The secrets they keep and the secrets they spill. The words that lurk in their silences. Shadows and guns like some exquisite game, and in the midst of it all this strange sweet ecstasy of skin on skin.
‘Nirvana,’ he says softly, and Eames shudders and comes.
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Feedback is greatly appreciated as always :) thanks for reading and do tell me if you liked/hated it. Am open to concrit.
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'I want Arthur lusting after Eames. Drinking him in. And I want them rutting, intensely and mindlessly and shamelessly, against a Nirvana song.' - Prompt.
Word Count: 630
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late
‘Come here.’ The low cadence of Eames’ voice, his vowels pitching full and round. The seductive rise and fall of his lips, the swollen red of his mouth. His eyes darken as he slips a hand around Arthur’s waist (and Arthur forgets how to breathe, yet again).
The grey of Eames’ pupils dims, deepens into lust.
‘Eames,’ Arthur says. The merest hint of a whine.
‘Arthur,’ Eames replies. Like a benediction. He glides a hand up Arthur’s left hip and places it on the Windsor knot of his tie. It unravels under his fingers until the tie lies in a crumpled heap on the floor and Arthur feels suddenly, overwhelmingly naked.
He gazes at Eames’ broad, hefty shoulders, the whirl and swirl of ink on his skin. He reaches out a trembling hand and strokes the picture of a mermaid splayed on the shore. ‘Where did you get this?’
‘Tanzania,’ says Eames. He quirks an eyebrow. ‘Why are we still talking?’
He presses his lips to Arthur’s. The kiss is surprisingly gentle, a quiet rippling of breath, and Arthur leans into Eames unthinkingly. He can feel, ever so faintly, the steady beat of Eames’ heart. The slow slide of his tongue, the sweet, citrus taste of him, and all at once Arthur wants to devour him.
In one graceful movement, he pins Eames’ arms to the wall and wraps his thighs around him. Eames sucks in a surprised breath - he’s accustomed to being the one in control - but Arthur doesn’t care. It’s a new, simmering heat in his chest, this flare of possessiveness, and he rides it joyfully.
He licks a long stripe up Eames’ throat, just because he can. Nuzzles the tender spot beneath his left ear, and listens to the slight hitch in his breath. The buttons on Eames’ shirt shiver open under Arthur’s hungry touch, and he fastens his mouth to a luscious red nipple.
Come
Dowsed in mud
Soaked in bleach
‘Like it?’ Arthur whispers. It’s hard to speak (mouthful of tit, he thinks, and the lewdness of his own words spikes desire deep in his belly).
‘Ye...yeah.’ Eames is slurring his words, but his back is still ramrod straight and Arthur wants to fix that.
He laves the other nipple with his tongue and bites down. The effect is electric: Eames arches off the wall and into Arthur’s mouth. So he likes it a little rough; Arthur files that away for the future.
Come
As a friend
As an old enemy
Arthur pulls back. His lips make an obscene pop sound. He stills Eames’ instant moans of protest by falling to his knees, and working Eames’ zipper open.
Eames is fully hard. His entire body quivers when Arthur grasps his cock. It’s swollen and leaking furiously at the tip. Arthur wraps his mouth around the violet head.
Eames’ hands twine in his hair, tug almost hard enough to hurt.
Despite Eames’ insistence that he has no imagination, Arthur’s blowjobs are immensely creative. He alternates between sucking so intensely that Eames’ knees buckle to swirling his tongue around his cock almost hard enough to mark him. It makes Eames go weak with pleasure every single time, and tonight is no exception.
Come
As you are
As you were
As I want you to be
Arthur glances up at Eames. They’re both sweaty, panting, and dizzy-eyed with lust, and Arthur wonders at the beautiful absurdity of it all. The secrets they keep and the secrets they spill. The words that lurk in their silences. Shadows and guns like some exquisite game, and in the midst of it all this strange sweet ecstasy of skin on skin.
‘Nirvana,’ he says softly, and Eames shudders and comes.
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Feedback is greatly appreciated as always :) thanks for reading and do tell me if you liked/hated it. Am open to concrit.