ruffians | something something drywall pun

[Eames pumps his hand with purpose, not impatient but definitely on a mission, and he presses his other hand to Arthur's back, almost following his shirt up as he drags his hand up.]

God, you're gorgeous.

[Arthur presses his hips into Eames' hand, looking down between them as he discards his shirt off to the side.]

As are you.

[He presses his forehead against Arthur's, giving him another lazy kiss wherever's closest to his lips as he works his hand.]

[It's not going to take Arthur long to get it up, considering he got out of bed thinking about this.]

You okay with me picking you up?

[His voice is low and thick - he knows he has to make sure before he actually does it, in case Eames was thinking something more along the lines where both their feet remain on the ground.]

Yeah, let me just--

[He picks up where Arthur left off with his pants, pushing them down and shimmying so they fall the rest of the way to the floor. It's pretty obvious when he's done, since his hand is immediately back on Arthur's dick.]

[Arthur nudges his knee between Eames' legs, as he sticks two fingers into his own mouth, getting them wet enough to provide a little bit of lubrication. It's a bit awkward, but he puts one hand on Eames' ass just to keep his hips still while he dips his hand between his legs and presses both fingers into him slowly. It's not like it's been a terribly long time since Eames last did this so he's not worried about it being painful, but he's taking his time anyway.]

[Eames braces himself with his hands on Arthur's shoulders, holding on to him with a soft groan when Arthur presses his fingers into him.]

[Arthur curls his fingers and presses up against Eames with his palm, almost enough to lift him off the floor, squeezing his ass even harder. It feels good to know that Eames wants him like this, so he's going fast intentionally to feed on that energy. If it's too fast Eames will tell him, but Arthur knows on some level that he likes being handled this way sometimes.]

[He hums and kisses Eames' neck.]

You're so fucking beautiful.

[Eames groans louder this time, everything he was doing or thinking about forgotten in favour of holding on to Arthur. He makes a surprised noise when Arthur almost takes him off his feet, but it's not really a complaint. Between the wall and Arthur he has enough support not to be too worried, and Arthur's hands in and on him and his lips on his neck feel so fucking good right now.]

Hurry up and fuck me then.

[That's all Arthur needs to hear to indicate that Eames is ready to go, so he pulls his hand away and spits in his palm as discreetly as he can before he give himself a bit of a hand to get ready.]

[With that all done he bends his knees a little, just to get low enough so that he can wrap an arm around Eames' waist and lift him up with relative ease, grabbing his thigh with the other hand to encourage Eames to wrap his legs around his waist.]

[He doesn't need much encouraging, Eames immediately wraps his legs around Arthur as soon as he's high enough, nosing at Arthur's hair and face while he waits. He wraps his arms around Arthur's shoulders too, stroking his fingers affectionately up and down the back of his neck.]

You're so strong.

[There's a bit of amusement in his voice, like it's a surprise, but it's also clearly a huge turn-on for him right now.]

[Meanwhile Arthur is reaching around Eames to line himself up, slowly lowering Eames to get him into the right position.]

It's a perk.

[He moans softly as he presses into Eames, adjusting his grip so that he has both arms wrapped around him, loose enough so that he can start rocking his hips but tight enough that he'd be able to support Eames if he let go of his shoulders.]

[Eames curses when he feels Arthur pressing into him, back arching and his hands gripping at him a little harder.]

And you feel so fucking good.

[Arthur just hums as he starts rocking his hips with a purpose, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the side of Eames' neck and face.]

[Eames gasps and tightens his thighs at Arthur's sides, immediately wordless. The angle feels fucking perfect and Arthur's so strong and gorgeous, Eames opens his mouth to say as much but all that comes out is another groan.]

[Arthur groans back and adjusts his grip again so he can plant his hand on the wall behind Eames. Eames isn't light but it's manageable and Arthur feels confident shifting his position to lean forward just a bit, giving his hips more room to snap into Eames a little harder than before.]

[Eames leans with him, bracing his back against the wall to give him a little leverage so he can rock back against Arthur. His fingers are digging in at Arthur's back and shoulders, clinging to him for dear life, and he's letting out a pretty constant stream of moans and curses at top volume.]

[Arthur makes a sound almost like a growl, snapping his hips just a little harder.]

You're so fucking hot like this.

[He doesn't have a response to that, but there's a thunk when he throws his head back and hits the wall. Eames barely even notices it, more focused on how hard Arthur's fucking him and how good it feels, pretty much reduced to a mess of helpless noises.]

[Arthur pulls back a little so he can look down at Eames, getting a good look at him before he leans to kiss Eames' neck again, scraping his teeth and fangs against his skin even though he has no intention of biting him this time.]

[Eames gasps and his hand comes up to Arthur's hair, grabbing it as if to hold him there in a plea for him to stay there and keep doing that. He's real close and he almost wishes he could live in this moment forever, the feeling of being bodily pinned against the wall and fucked like this with Arthur's teeth on his neck is an overwhelming combination of sensations. Ones Eames wouldn't have thought he'd have enjoyed nearly so much before he met Arthur, but here he is practically yelling every time Arthur pounds into him just right.]

[Arthur moans likes it's hard to keep his teeth from clamping down, kissing where he's left light pink marks on Eames' skin with his teeth. He's moving his hips with as much force as he can manage at this angle, still bracing himself against the wall and holding Eames up with one arm around his waist. It feels good but he's already preparing to lock his knees when the time comes so that they don't just tumble to the ground.]

[If he were with someone a little more human, Eames would be a bit concerned about hurting them with how tight he's holding Arthur. He digs his fingers in hard enough that they'd leave bruises on anyone else when he starts to come, his other hand balled into a fist and pulling in Arthur's hair. He screws his eyes shut hard enough to see white spots behind his eyelids and cries out with the force of his orgasm, shuddering and trembling with every wave of it that passes through him.]

[Arthur's orgasm comes close behind Eames, and the hand on the wall balls into a fist as he shudders and digs his hand into Eames' back. It's hard to fuck Eames through it while he's supporting his weight but he does manage to rock his hips until he's done, moaning the whole time and telling Eames how amazing he is. When they stop he just holds onto Eames and tries to catch his breath, content to hold him until he can use his legs again, though he hopes it's soon.]

[It takes a little while before Eames can will himself to move, he keeps his legs around Arthur but otherwise goes pretty lax against the wall, lazily stroking his fingers through his hair and over his back.]

[When he can think again though, he opens his eyes and lifts his hands to Arthur's neck to try and get him to lift his head for a kiss.]

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