ruffians | does this musebox get used for anything but this

[Eames moans softly, moving a hand so he can brush his fingers lightly back and forth over Arthur's hip. He has a sudden and intense need to hear more of those noises from Arthur, but he's not going to rush this, letting out another groan as he works the tip of his tongue into Arthur.]

[Arthur lets out another moan, like he's surprised at how good this feels. He has to remind himself again not to squeeze Eames' head with his thighs but he does tilt his hips down onto Eames' tongue to get more. Somehow it feels more vulnerable than anything else he's done before, and it's overwhelming to the point where he's toeing a line between not being able to stand it and needing more. He moans Eames' name as he finally buries his hand in his hair.]

[Eames turns his head to kiss Arthur's thigh and takes a moment to suck on his fingers and slowly press one into Arthur, still maintaining that tongue action around it as he pushes in up until the knuckle.]

[Arthur presses his head back into the pillow, letting out a louder moan this time. It feels so fucking good and he can feel himself getting hard, though he may need some direct contact that they can deal with later. Right now it's just such a turn on for Eames to be teasing him like this - he really does feel like putty in his hands, and it's only partly the alcohol.]

[He's not the only one getting hard, and Eames moans against Arthur, rocking his hips shallowly against the bed in search of a little friction. It's all absent movements, his attention is solely on Arthur right now, pressing another finger in and listening carefully as he laps at Arthur's skin.]

[Arthur swears loud enough that someone in his living room could hear, rocking his hips down hard on Eames' fingers. He tugs at Eames hair and moans as he tries to keep some control over his volume but is well on his way to failing miserably.]

[God, he'd swear if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, ridiculously turned on by listening to Arthur and the way he's reacting. He pumps his fingers a few times, curling them and massaging a little but he doesn't spend too much time on it before he's carefully pulling them back out, more interested in loosening Arthur up enough that he can work his tongue into him without much trouble.]

[He gasps again, closing his eyes and trying to isolate the feeling of Eames' tongue, and then he moans because that makes it so much more intense. He could only ever imagine what this would feel like before and now that it's happening it's so much better - though maybe that's just Eames being good at it.]

[He wriggles his tongue a little at first, testing Arthur, seeing how comfortable he is once he's got his tongue as deep as it'll go. Mouth wide open and lips flush against Arthur's skin as he experimentally moves his tongue. Rolling and undulating it inside Arthur but otherwise not moving just yet.]

Oh my fucking god.

[The words tumble out like he can't hold them in anymore, and as he arches again he even wishes he were on his stomach just so he could press his hips harder onto Eames' face. Fuck direct contact, he's going to be painfully hard within a minute if Eames keeps this up. Every movement is new and exciting and sends a jolt right to his dick.]

[It's impossible not to feel a little smug when he's got Arthur sounding like that above him, and Eames responds with a low groan that sits in his chest. He wishes he could see Arthura and the faces he's making, but hearing him is fucking amazing all on its own, practically has Eames aching for how badly he wants to be in Arthur.]

[This first though, and he's intent to make sure Arthur enjoys every second of it. He braces a hand at Arthur's inner thigh and starts working his jaw and moving his head to fuck his tongue into him.]

[Arthur moans like he's trying to keep it in, worried it'll be too loud if he doesn't. It's not the same as getting fucked but it's its own thing entirely, and Arthur's sure he could do this for hours, but that's just the delusions of a man who's really enjoying himself. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, because he's fairly certain he would pull Eames' hair out if he kept them on Eames' head, so he ends up hooking them behind his own knees and pulling his thighs apart for Eames' benefit. The feeling of Eames' stubble on his inner thigh is a little bit magical, but it's better if he's unimpeded in what he's doing down there.]

[Eames makes a noise like Arthur's causing him actual pain, groaning as he works his tongue in and out of Arthur and thinks about how he wants him hard and aching and then maybe he'll work him up just a bit more until it's almost too much.]

[Arthur's moans come out like whimpers as Eames goes on, struggling not to wriggle his hips too much. It feels so fucking good and he wants more but he doesn't want Eames to pause what he's doing. He's already aching for it - this is only adding fuel to the fire.]

[Eames keeps it up for a while — he's fairly certain Arthur won't come from this, so he can really take his time with it, curling and rolling his tongue and working it in and out of Arthur until his mouth is too tired and sore to keep it up.]

[He pulls back, presses a quick kiss before he lifts his hand to rub over his jaw and considers Arthur. He should be more than ready at this point, but. Well. It is his birthday and Eames feels like the man deserves a little more before that. Valiantly, Eames elects to ignore the tired ache in his jaw as he shifts forward on the bed, licking his lips with an expression that could be considered downright wicked as he takes Arthur in his mouth and presses his middle two fingers into him at the same time.]

[Arthur thinks he's actually getting a break, and he relaxes a bit, letting his feet drop back down to the bed. He gathers what Eames is about to do about a second befor ehe does it, and when that happens he lets out a breathless moan and squeezes his eyes shut like he can't bear to watch. He swears more than a couple times, arching his back and generally feeling overwhelmed by how fucking good that feels. He's almost too hard at this point, and he's kind of worried he'll come if Eames does this for too long, which is why his moaning sounds a bit like a warning as well.]

[Eames is listening intently, even as he curls his fingers inside Arthur to press and massage inside him. He's not intending to get him off like this, but he does plan to get Arthur as close as possible before he stops.]

[Arthur lets out a shaky moan as one of those pre-orgasms shivers runs through his body. He tilts and rocks his hips slowly, mindful of Eames' mouth but hardly able to control himself. He's trying not to come but he has also decided that Eames probably knows what he's doing here and even if he does there's probably more in store. He puts his hands on the back of Eames' head and threads his fingers through his hair, groaning low in his chest.]

[He can feel Arthur against his tongue and he groans softly as he thinks maybe Arthur should come like this. He's young-ish, he'll be able to go again in like ten minutes. And that's under the assumption one wants to be hard for it, but he thinks Arthur would.]

[He also thinks it'll be better if he doesn't though, and bobs his head with the movement of Arthur's hips until he thinks Arthur's right there and then stops dead. Shifts his weight so he can put a hand on Arthur's hip to stop him moving when Eames stops and takes a moment-- largely in case he misjudged it and Arthur does orgasm, but also just to give them both a moment before he lifts his head and slowly pulls his fingers out.]

[Arthur drops his hands from Eames' head and concentrates everything he has on not coming right then and there. He's left breathing hard, tense all over, feeling the sheets below him like the contact of his hands on the cotton is the only thing keeping him on the ground. When he finally focuses his gaze on Eames, his expression is almost blank, hesitant to ask for anything or say anything that might make Eames act too quickly. He needs this to simmer so he won't explode immediately when Eames touches him again.]

[Eames pulls himself forward to sit up between Arthur's legs, but he's careful to make sure there's no touching of body parts that might tip him over before he's had a chance to cool down. He really wants to touch his face, but given how hard Eames is himself he worries it might be tempting fate getting that close to him straight away, so instead he runs his palms up the outsides of Arthur's thighs with a soft hum, trying to be as soothing as he can to help Arthur cool down a bit.]

You alright?

Yeah.

[The corner of his lips tugs into a smirk as he finally starts to even out his breath.]

Just gimme a minute.

[Eames nods and just keeps doing what he's doing, brushing his thumb in small circles on Arthur's skin and watches him quietly to keep an eye on how he's doing.]

[Arthur finally sighs and puts his hand on one of Eames' forearms, just looking for a bit of contact that won't push him further toward the edge just yet. He smiles up at Eames with something that might be mistaken for fondness.]

No one's ever done that before.

No?

[He does sound a little surprised, because Arthur keeps up with him so well it's easy to assume they have similar levels and types of experience, but then Eames is kind of above and beyond even for someone his age.]

[The surprise passes pretty quickly, just barely a second before he raises his eyebrows with a smile of his own.]

Glad I could make your first time good then.

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