ruffians | maybe we show some mercy

Entry tags:

maybe we show some mercy

[Usually, facing your fears means discovering they're not as bad as they seemed in your head. That your mind catastrophises and exaggerates and the reality is nowhere near what it seemed. Eames certainly wishes that were the case here, but it turns out the reality is far worse than anything that crossed his mind. He'd long since come to terms with the idea that getting caught meant death, but the captain of this discreet little crew made a point of talking about "re-education" with such conviction that it seems like a very real possibility. A real possibility that terrifies Eames in ways he didn't even know he could feel.]

[It's hard not to be mad at himself, and in fact he is. He's fucking furious. Years of being meticulous about hiding from the Empire rendered obsolete because some asshole wanted to make some quick money and Eames hadn't spotted the signs even though that's exactly the kind of thing he's supposed to be good at. And now here he is, bound in a cell on a ship, no idea how long he's been here or where they are — no idea about much of anything outside this room, actually — pumped full of power inhibitors to make doubly sure he can't escape.]

[Fucking hell but it hurts. Hands cuffed behind his back, made to stay on his knees for... A long time. Simultaneously can't feel his legs and yet the muscles burn and ache. All of him a mess of cuts and bruises, a mix of injuries from fighting back and some from cruelty passed off as discipline. He thinks his nose might be broken and one of his eyes is swollen into a semi-permanant squint. The longer he kneels here, the more Eames thinks the inhibitor injections were less about preventing escape and more about making sure he couldn't heal away the beatings; making sure he'd suffer through every moment of the trip "home."]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[What a beautiful man. Eames looks up at him, still catching his breath, a light smile in his face as he brings his hands around to rest on Arthur's hips.]

Get what you needed?

Mm, almost.

[He sits up straight and stretches out with a hum, quite intentionally arching his back and then relaxing with a sigh.]

We can take a break before we try another round, though.

[Eames breathes out a laugh and nods, hands still wandering. This time to Arthur's ass, which he gives a small squeeze.]

So you're just going to sit there and make a mess in tge meantime?

[Not that Eames particularly minds.]

[Arthur laughs softly and wriggles his ass into Eames' hand.]

As nice as that sounds, I think I need a glass of water.

[He sighs doesn't move just yet, looking around the room until he spots the tablet sitting on one of their shelves and picks it up.]

[Eames laughs again and lays back comfortably, resting his head back with a sigh.]

Take your time.

[Arthur taps away at the tablet and turns up the volume before he holds it out for Eames, screen set to display the security cam footage of their onboard kitchen.]

Here, I know you watch my ass whenever I leave, now you don't have to stop.

[Well that's unexpected. Eames raises his eyebrows and takes the tablet.]

Why thank you.

[He's absolutely thinking ahead on how to be awful with this.]

[Arthur smiles and slips off of Eames' hips, nonchalantly leaving the room even though his ass is still leaking a mess onto his thighs.]

[It's not like it's a big ship so it doesn't take Arthur long to appear in frame on the camera. He glances toward the camera but makes his way to the cupboard to get a glass and then to the faucet to get the water. It's not terribly interesting just yet but he does stand at an angle so that Eames can see his ass.]

[Eames just lays back with the tablet propped up on his chest to enjoy the show. What a good butt on that man. He's half tempted to just go and stick his face right in it.]

[After a few sips Arthur turns to lean against the counter with a sigh, side-on to Eames now as he glances down at his half-hard cock and then lazily wraps a hand around it to give it a little more reason to stand at attention. It's a slow and distracted kind of motion; he's still taking the occasional sip of water and seems to just be contemplating life in general.]

[Eames is slightly offended when Arthur leans against the counter, mostly because he was fully intending to steal some of that water when he got back, but then the show continues and Eames breathes out some curse in an amused breath. What a jerk.]

[Arthur has no intention of coming back right away. He goes on for another minute or two, jerking himself off at a quicker but still automatic pace as his dick gets harder in his hand. He lets out a soft moan at some point, stomach twitching, and instead of relenting he puts the glass of water down on the counter so he can look down and bite his lip through a couple more moans.]

[After another couple of minutes he has the audacity to slip two fingers into his mouth and then reach down between his legs with that same hand to give himself an extra little bit of stimulation, though it's shallow to start. It does escalate the volume and frequency of the sounds he's making, though - he's basically just making a show of his routine whenever Eames is away, with a bit of consideration to the fact that he has an audience.]

[It is a significant effort not to touch himself while he watches this, and Eames glances at the door for a moment as if considering whether to just go out there. He doesn't though, staying where he is with an arm curled under his head as if he's just watching some show, practically in spite of the interest his dick seems to be showing in this.]

[Arthur lets go of his dick to brace his hand on the counter, brow furrowing as he tries to press his fingers a little deeper and gets his erection to twitch for his effort. His expression shifts back and forth between concentration and pleasure as he works his hand to make himself feel good.]

[In another couple of minutes he's turning around to rest his forearm on the counter, arching his back and moaning as he gets into a better position to keep fingering himself even deeper.]

[Eames groans softly, just as much frustration as it is a growing desire to just go in there and fuck Arthur up against that counter. It takes all of a minute after that idea flits through his head for Eames to get up and take the tablet with him to the kitchen. Taking care to make sure his steps are quiet as he wanders in and takes Arthur's discarded glass to have himself a sip of that water, totally nonchalant as if he isn't hard and a fucking mess standing next to his boyfriend while he fingers himself.]

[Arthur only notices Eames when he takes the glass, gasping softly and lifting his head to look at him a moment before he straightens up a little. He doesn't bother pretending he has any shame, but he doesn't give him a smug smirk either, he just glances down at Eames' cock and then back up at his face as he waits to see what he'll do. He's very much in the mood to be manhandled right now but he and Eames both know he's too proud to say that right off the bat.]

[Meanwhile his hand has slowed to a stop but he hasn't pulled his fingers out yet. He just stands there like he's waiting for direction, watching Eames' face intently.]

[Eames just smiles sweetly at Arthur over the rim of his glass.]

No need to stop on my account.

[Arthur lets out a steadying breath but doesn't say anything as he tears his eyes away from Eames and goes back to pumping his fingers in and out, resting his forehead on his arm and arching his back again. He adjust his feet a little bit but other than that he's as he was before, letting out a moan almost as soon as he starts up again.]

[Eames watches Arthur, even going so far as to tilt his head to look over his body as if he's just a casual observer. After a moment or two though, he decides to step around and stand behind Arthur, resting a hand at the small of his back.]

You're such a fucking tease.

[Arthur lets out a breathless laugh.]

I just thought it'd be fun.

Want me to take over?

[He puts the glass down and takes Arthur's hips in both hands, making sure to step in real close so Arthur can feel exactly how hard he is right now.]

[He clenches his teeth around a moan, curling his fingers just a little harder unintentionally when he feels Eames against him.]

Whatever you want.

[He says it in a way he hopes conveys just how much he wants Eames to just take him whatever way he feels like, though preferably hard and rough.]

[He puts a hand on Arthur's arm, lazily trailing it down until he can loosely take Arthur's wrist.]

And if what I want is to hold you over this counter and fuck you within an inch of your life?

[He can't fully conceal the moan that rises out of his chest at that idea.]

Sounds perfect.

Good.

[He tugs at Arthur's wrist to get him to pull his fingers out, and steps closer to line himself up. Absolutely not planning to be gentle or take his time; it's not like Arthur needs it. The second he's clear to do so, he grips Arthur's hip tighter and presses right into him at the pace he intends to move at, rocking his hips hard and fast straight away.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject