ruffians | does this musebox get used for anything but this

[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.

[Arthur grins in response, rubbing Eames' forearm affectionately. He's still ridiculously hard but he's not going to come immediately if he gets touched, so he decides it's time to move on. He nods in the direction of the condom on the bed.]

Put that on and get down here.

[He needs to be made out with regardless of where Eames' tongue has been.]

[Eames laughs and reaches for the condom, it's quick work to open the packet and roll it on with a soft groan because christ is he hard right now, and he adds some lube for good measure. He leans forward and puts an arm down by Arthur's head, murmuring softly against Arthur's lips before he kisses him.]

Let me know when you're ready.

[Arthur wraps one arm around Eames' shoulders and puts his other hand on the back of Eames' head as he kisses him, slow but hungry. He hikes his knees up on Eames' waist and hums happily.]

I'm ready.

[Eames kisses him back just as hungrily, a low noise in his chest that grows into a moan as he reaches down to guide himself into Arthur. Slow and constant even though he really wants to just thrust in all the way because Arthur feels so good, like always, and he almost doesn't know how he managed to wait it out.]

[Arthur moans quietly, feeling so sensitive, but he knows that he'd have to wait until he went soft to feel any less likely to come quickly. He's going to try and hold on as long as he can but he has a feeling he's going to finish before Eames does. He can't help that.]

[Eames presses in until he's as deep as he can go, and then he holds still for a moment just to enjoy this feeling of being buried in Arthur before they start. Just something shallow first, rocking his hips slow and smooth, and then snaps his hips roughly and suddenly and bites down hard on the noise he wants to make so he can hear Arthur.]

[Arthur doesn't disappoint. He lets out a loud, strangled moan in surprise at the rough snap, digging his fingers into Eames' shoulder blade. He tells Eames to fuck him on the edge of a hiss as he recovers from the initial shock.]

[Eames swears breathlessly, grabbing at the sheets under his hands as he keeps that up. As he recalls, somebody made a request for it hard but slow, so Eames is gonna do that for him. It takes a few minutes, but eventually he thinks he finds a good rhythm to really get into it, dragging back slow so Arthur can feel every second of friction and pounds back into him. Stopping occasionally to just grind up against him and really push in as deep as he can go.]

[Every time Eames slams into him he feels closer to the edge, and he's surprised he hasn't come already. It feels so fucking good and it's exactly what he wanted - every second feels like an eternity but in a good way, and he arches and moans freely underneath him. It won't be much longer.]

[He keeps it up, telling Arthur how good he feels in between moans. How breathtaking he is and how amazing he sounds. All his focus right now is on making sure this is good for Arthur; fucking him how he wants and doing his best to angle his hips just right to really make it an orgasm to remember.]

[Arthur drags his nails down Eames' back, moaning louder and louder as they go. It's not long before the sounds coming out of his mouth get a little more desperate and he says Eames' name a few times as a warning, then as a plea for him to keep fucking him through the impending orgasm.]

[When he comes, he shudders with his whole body, squeezing Eames' waist with his thighs and letting out a moan that's almost a sob. It goes on forever, sending waves through his body as he clutches on to Eames. He swears and moans and can't even think about anything else except how good this feels right now.]

[Eames moans right along with Arthur, fucking him through it and swearing under his breath at how hot he is, back arching under Arthur's hands and hips thrusting harshly to see him through it, trying to time them with the waves of Arthur's orgasm.]

[He settles into something less intense once that initial part has passed, reining back until it's more a shallow rocking of his hips than what he was doing before.]

[It's going to take a minute to recover completely from that, but at least he can be aware of Eames now, running his hands up Eames' back and humming happily. He's not too sensitive for Eames to keep going yet, but he knows that'll come on soon and he probably doesn't have anything left for another orgasm.]

[He's not hugely bothered about finishing himself, and he slows to a stop with a soft sigh. Tilting his head to kiss along Arthur's jaw as he reaches down to pull out with a quiet moan.]

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