Before Arthur can reply, Eames has turned and slammed him against the wall, shoving his cock up Arthur’s ass with one smooth stroke. Arthur screams, almost sobbing with the sensation of Eames’ thick cock opening him up, the head skittering against the bundle of nerves as Eames fucks into him. Arthur knocks the back of his head against the wall and tries to hang on, his nails catching on Eames’ dress shirt. It’s too much, it’s perfect, it’s not enough and Arthur wants more. Eames thrusts into him, but Arthur’s arms and legs are so tight that he can’t quite get the angle he wants. He tries again, pulling out almost the entire way before slamming back in, bottoming out again, and again, and again.
Holy... Holy fu-uuuuck. Oh god I think I came reading this.
You write filth so so well. Perfect. Every word of it.
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Date: 2012-02-05 11:38 pm (UTC)Holy... Holy fu-uuuuck. Oh god I think I came reading this.
You write filth so so well. Perfect. Every word of it.