[ The stirring feels a little more pronounced this time. He's about to reply with the same thing again, but perhaps Arthur wants a little more reassurance that Henry won't purposely give away their position. ]
[ There isn't a reply for a few minutes, mostly because he's up and out of bed, pulling on enough clothing to be proper if he's seen in the hallways of the base.
[ Whether Jon is asleep or perhaps over at Daenerys' block, the opening of the capsule is very silent and probably can't be felt. The stairs show up and he texts him back: ]
[ Arthur follows the instruction, goes up the stairs as quietly as possible once he's in the capsule. From there, he figures out the layout easily– it's similar to his, but flipped.
His footsteps are still soft when he toes into Henry's room. ]
[ When Arthur enters the room, Henry's just flipping through the last messages and touches his collarbone to close it. True to his word, he's pretty much just sleeping in his birthday suit, though still kept decent by the sheets. Uh, just barely, though. ]
Hey. Make yourself comfortable.
[ Of course, he's free to interpret that any way he wants but mostly come here you. ]
[ Well if that isn't an invitation, he doesn't know what is. So he goes, crosses the small space between the door and the bed, sets one knee and then the other at the end of it, mattress dipping under his weight. Multitasking, he slips his shoes off and then his shirt, both ending up on the floor. Once done, he moves to straddle Henry's hips, mouth tilted up in a faint smile. ]
[ He watches as Arthur comes over and slides onto the mattress, taking his shoes and shirt off without a hitch and sliding onto his lap like a sleek cat. Expression remaining fairly neutral but his eyes grow dark, pupils blowing out in great interest as he returns the grin back at him.
His hands slide up Arthur's legs, pressing both thumbs along his inner thigh. They roam naturally, brushing up the smooth panels of his stomach before reaching up to comb his fingers through the short hairs on the back of Arthur's neck. ]
Mmhm, decidedly better than just air.
[ His grip on his neck clenches a little bit, encouraging him to lean down to meet him halfway. ]
[ The lighting is low, making it hard to see the details. But even with that, he catches the dilation of Henry's eyes, darkening them even further than usual. He's sure his own are the same, if not catching up. A shiver runs through him at the hands on his legs, thumbs sliding away from where he wants them to be. ]
Yeah, I'd say so.
[ Arthur bends, meets Henry's mouth with his own and shifts his hips. The sound he makes is swallowed by the kiss. He pulls away just a little, enough to trail kisses down Henry's neck and chest, only pausing to leave marks here and there. His hands are set right at the edge of the sheet, slowly inching the fabric down as he goes. ]
[ It probably helps that even before Arthur entered the capsule that the blood's been rushing down south, and feeling the warmth between his legs trapping him only makes it worse. Better. Whatever works best.
The short-lived kiss is fine by him as hot lips train down his body. True to his word, Henry doesn't let out any noises, but just harsh breathing through his nose and mouth at the pinches against his skin. The marks Arthur had left the last time were all gone by now, but now he's got some fresh ones to remember this moment by. He smooths his hands down along his side, resting on hips, backside, and other places with every shift of Arthur's body. ]
[ Maybe if he were intent on taking his time, he'd settle and let Henry touch him more. His hands are warm and the fingers along his sides and hips make him shiver, heat running down his spine. It makes him feel wanted—almost stupidly, since isn't that the point here? Henry doesn't seem like the type to invite someone he isn't interested in.
Dragging the sheet down and off of his hips, he kisses along a sharp hip bone. One hand slides down, fingers tracing along the inside of a thigh and purposely avoiding between his legs. Teasingly, he licks just the head, flashes Henry a little smirk before he takes him in his mouth. Steadily he sinks further down, keeps his tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. What he doesn't fit in his mouth, he circles his fingers around loosely.
It's a little difficult to keep noise in, since he feels the sharp stab of want in his gut, but Arthur's always been good at self control. Slowly, he starts to pull back off and then slides his mouth down again, setting a rhythm. ]
[ Henry had been holding himself up in a half-sitting, half-leaning sort of position while propped up against his pillow but he feels himself easily sinking down a little as Arthur works his way down. When's the last time he let himself get into a situation like this, anyway? While not one to get easily attached, he'll chase after the euphoria like a drug, always looking for a new thrill should another not be readily available to him. It might get him into trouble if he's not careful, it has before, but he can't stop himself.
Arthur's work is good, confident but not too eager. He likes that. His breathing hitches, just barely, nearly unnoticeable when Arthur's tongue brushes him. At least he notices that smirk just in time, even if it took him a hot second to wonder if that smirk was because of the teasing or what he was about to do next.
He shudders out a sigh, fighting the way his head wants to roll back but instead watching unabashedly as Arthur's head sinks down around him with a warm intensity. Fingers clench Arthur's shoulders, right along the top of the trapezius as he hangs on for his life when that rhythm starts to build. Yeah, this is pretty damn challenging— the high of his arousal trying to force noises out while the logical side of him tries to keep it clamped down, resulting in urgent throaty sounds and shallow breaths. ]
[ One of his best traits is his self-control. It's ironclad– something he knows has irritated more people than he can count. Has annoyed Eames and driven him to pry at it, to try and get him to lose his temper, to do anything but be professional while on a job. And maybe a little in their personal downtime; Arthur's always had a difficult time with the transition.
But something like this is like letting go. Cutting the strings and freefalling. Maybe it's not the smartest decision, but that's hardly what matters. Instead, it's all about sinking into indulgence. How those fingers dig into his shoulder, sure to leave bruises in their shape. The sigh and inhale from Henry as he keeps his sound down, stifles it in his chest, letting out air instead. There's an edge in the exhalation, one he urges on the more he continues his pace.
Steadily, he sinks as far down as he can go, feels the press of his dick against the back of his throat and keeps going. Arthur swallows around the discomfort, shuts his eyes so they don't water. His lungs will hate him but the rest of his mind clouds over in the sharp knife of want, something that sizzles right down his spine, fills his gut, makes his own cock twitch in sympathy. There's nothing really careful about how he pulls off, tongue pressed close. He slides his fingers to Henry's hips and stomach, lightly drags his nails across the skin, a counterpoint to what he's doing with his mouth.
Briefly, he stops, tips his gaze to Henry, an eyebrow arched. ]
I can swallow– but if you're into necklaces, give me a warning yeah?
[ The pressure builds when Arthur continues to press down now instead of pulling back sooner. It's like a string pulled taut in his gut, making him go a little rigid. His fingertips clench harder, a soft 'oh' sound escaping him before he could swallow it down. Watching him take the entire length in is satisfying in its own right, appreciating the way it disappears past his ruddy swollen lips.
He likes the contrasting scratch of nails against his skin too, humming to show his appreciation of it. Cooler air hitting spit-slick skin he can't help but wilt a little in the brief moment Arthur pulls of of him. ]
That's... fine, mmhm.
[ Swallow, not swallow, he can't really choose but he's always found a little pleasure in watching his partner keep things neat and clean while still doing something incredibly filthy. He combs his fingers against the nape of his neck encouragingly (not that Arthur really needs it, but he feels like he needs to do something with his hands). ]
[ That's not really an answer, which is something he huffs a laugh at. Alright then, that leaves the decision up to him. Humming a soft note of appreciation at the fingers on his neck, he takes Henry in his mouth again, nice and slow. He can tell Henry's close and it puts him on edge as well, skin feeling too hot, something like tingles running along his nerves.
Still, he keeps his pace measured, incrementally building until he's swallowing the whole length of his cock again. Every swallow and stroke in sends a twinge down his spine, curls it in his gut. Arthur slides his one hand underneath Henry's balls, presses a knuckle right against the perineum. And swallows purposefully, urging him on. ]
[ Yeah sorry Arthur, that not answer is probably the best you'll get from him unless you demand it from him. That being said, Arthur will soon learn that Henry is pretty good at rolling with almost anything.
Not closing his eyes all the way, he watches Arthur work him up again through a heavy-lidded gaze, using the bare inclined support of his pillow to his advantage. He can see his hand moving, though he probably feels it first before seeing it and he tenses at the sensation near a rarely explored area of his body and its exhilaration all over again. He sucks in a sharp breath, teeth catching on his lower lip as he lets that hot bit of focused pressure roll through him while Arthur's throat closes tighter around him. That was a close one, he'd nearly choked out a moan right there.
His stomach clenches, the soft cut of lean muscle contracting as he feels the urgent tug in his gut. Every swallow, every touch bringing him dangerously closer and he tries to signal how close he is by tightening his grip. His hips move in time with his mouth, as if trying to desperately make up for any slack whenever Arthur gives himself that much. ]
A— [ Oh, nope, he nearly gets too loud there when the tip of his length hits the back of Arthur's throat. He swallows thickly then tries again in a harsh whisper: ] Sh-shit, going to—
[ Arthur keeps his hand where it is, incrementally easing pressure and then putting it back on, just adding more to the tension. Henry's taut like a bowstring already, the muscles in his stomach clenched, breath coming in gasps, a healthy flush across his cheeks. He's not a sentimental person by any stretch but it's a good look, something he files away for later, whatever that means.
Easing off, he does so only briefly to breathe, his own arousal curling through him and making it more difficult to concentrate. Slightly more collected, he takes his cock all the way down again, lets out a soft moan around the length in his mouth as it hits the back of his throat. It's something like a go ahead, letting Henry know he heard him– this is fine, he can take it. ]
[ He tries not to let the pressing between his legs distract him too much, letting it just wash over him as he concentrates on way the inside of Arthur's mouth rubs him to a throbbing hardness. A start of a whimper arises when he eases up but but then his hips twitch a little when he pushes back down, clenching his teeth as a sharp hiss cuts through the air.
He curses softly but the word sounds tight as he shudders and comes down his throat. Fingers grasp desperately at his hair, combing through them before clenching tight as if clinging on for dear life. There's enough give that if Arthur needs to pull back he can. ]
[ The curse is really all the aural warning he gets. Of course, there's the other signs– how tense Henry is all over, the reflexive hitch of his hips as he gets closer and closer. Fingers thread into his hair and he stays where he is, groans around his cock at the first splash of come against the back of his throat.
With practiced ease, he swallows and then gently pulls away, licking his lips afterwards.
His own erection is uncomfortable, but he'll get to that after he just breathes for a second. ]
[ He goes slack against his pillow, sinking into the soft fabric then suddenly his body stiffens one last time as he rides out the orgasm. When cooler air hits his wet skin, he sighs and stares up at the ceiling.
His grip on Arthur's shoulders relax. ]
Yeah, Jesus...
[ Then he props himself up again, a smirk playing on his lips. ]
[ Arthur rolls his shoulders after Henry lets go, feeling a bit of ache in the muscles where he'd been gripped. He hasn't had that feeling in a while, but it's not unwelcome or unpleasant. Just something to keep in mind for the next day, when inevitably it'll be more sore than now.
Glancing at Henry, he snorts quietly at the comment. ]
Yeah well, I'll take that as a compliment only if I get a similar view.
[ As Henry drags his thumb along his jaw, he tilts his chin, a little in defiance and maybe some attitude thrown in. And maybe a little bit of a dare. For what, he isn't sure– perhaps the intimacy, the touching. Something beyond just this give and take. It would be a surprise, at any rate. ]
How accommodating.
[ Of course, he isn't going to delay, shifting closer to Henry and the promise of being taken from the edge. ]
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Date: 12/13/17 04:03 pm (UTC)@POINTANDKICK Very
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Date: 12/14/17 12:22 am (UTC)However, once he gets to his destination: ]
@BROKEBACKSTAB I'm not gonna knock.
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Date: 12/14/17 01:42 am (UTC)@POINTANDKICK Upstairs
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Date: 12/14/17 04:41 am (UTC)His footsteps are still soft when he toes into Henry's room. ]
Hey.
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Date: 12/14/17 05:05 am (UTC)Hey. Make yourself comfortable.
[ Of course, he's free to interpret that any way he wants but mostly come here you. ]
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Date: 12/14/17 06:06 am (UTC)This is a good start.
[ What are you going to do about it? ]
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Date: 12/14/17 06:41 am (UTC)His hands slide up Arthur's legs, pressing both thumbs along his inner thigh. They roam naturally, brushing up the smooth panels of his stomach before reaching up to comb his fingers through the short hairs on the back of Arthur's neck. ]
Mmhm, decidedly better than just air.
[ His grip on his neck clenches a little bit, encouraging him to lean down to meet him halfway. ]
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Date: 12/14/17 07:27 am (UTC)Yeah, I'd say so.
[ Arthur bends, meets Henry's mouth with his own and shifts his hips. The sound he makes is swallowed by the kiss. He pulls away just a little, enough to trail kisses down Henry's neck and chest, only pausing to leave marks here and there. His hands are set right at the edge of the sheet, slowly inching the fabric down as he goes. ]
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Date: 12/14/17 09:44 pm (UTC)The short-lived kiss is fine by him as hot lips train down his body. True to his word, Henry doesn't let out any noises, but just harsh breathing through his nose and mouth at the pinches against his skin. The marks Arthur had left the last time were all gone by now, but now he's got some fresh ones to remember this moment by. He smooths his hands down along his side, resting on hips, backside, and other places with every shift of Arthur's body. ]
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Date: 12/16/17 08:58 pm (UTC)Dragging the sheet down and off of his hips, he kisses along a sharp hip bone. One hand slides down, fingers tracing along the inside of a thigh and purposely avoiding between his legs. Teasingly, he licks just the head, flashes Henry a little smirk before he takes him in his mouth. Steadily he sinks further down, keeps his tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. What he doesn't fit in his mouth, he circles his fingers around loosely.
It's a little difficult to keep noise in, since he feels the sharp stab of want in his gut, but Arthur's always been good at self control. Slowly, he starts to pull back off and then slides his mouth down again, setting a rhythm. ]
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Date: 12/16/17 10:02 pm (UTC)Arthur's work is good, confident but not too eager. He likes that. His breathing hitches, just barely, nearly unnoticeable when Arthur's tongue brushes him. At least he notices that smirk just in time, even if it took him a hot second to wonder if that smirk was because of the teasing or what he was about to do next.
He shudders out a sigh, fighting the way his head wants to roll back but instead watching unabashedly as Arthur's head sinks down around him with a warm intensity. Fingers clench Arthur's shoulders, right along the top of the trapezius as he hangs on for his life when that rhythm starts to build. Yeah, this is pretty damn challenging— the high of his arousal trying to force noises out while the logical side of him tries to keep it clamped down, resulting in urgent throaty sounds and shallow breaths. ]
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Date: 12/22/17 09:17 am (UTC)But something like this is like letting go. Cutting the strings and freefalling. Maybe it's not the smartest decision, but that's hardly what matters. Instead, it's all about sinking into indulgence. How those fingers dig into his shoulder, sure to leave bruises in their shape. The sigh and inhale from Henry as he keeps his sound down, stifles it in his chest, letting out air instead. There's an edge in the exhalation, one he urges on the more he continues his pace.
Steadily, he sinks as far down as he can go, feels the press of his dick against the back of his throat and keeps going. Arthur swallows around the discomfort, shuts his eyes so they don't water. His lungs will hate him but the rest of his mind clouds over in the sharp knife of want, something that sizzles right down his spine, fills his gut, makes his own cock twitch in sympathy. There's nothing really careful about how he pulls off, tongue pressed close. He slides his fingers to Henry's hips and stomach, lightly drags his nails across the skin, a counterpoint to what he's doing with his mouth.
Briefly, he stops, tips his gaze to Henry, an eyebrow arched. ]
I can swallow– but if you're into necklaces, give me a warning yeah?
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Date: 12/22/17 09:58 pm (UTC)He likes the contrasting scratch of nails against his skin too, humming to show his appreciation of it. Cooler air hitting spit-slick skin he can't help but wilt a little in the brief moment Arthur pulls of of him. ]
That's... fine, mmhm.
[ Swallow, not swallow, he can't really choose but he's always found a little pleasure in watching his partner keep things neat and clean while still doing something incredibly filthy. He combs his fingers against the nape of his neck encouragingly (not that Arthur really needs it, but he feels like he needs to do something with his hands). ]
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Date: 12/23/17 09:05 am (UTC)Still, he keeps his pace measured, incrementally building until he's swallowing the whole length of his cock again. Every swallow and stroke in sends a twinge down his spine, curls it in his gut. Arthur slides his one hand underneath Henry's balls, presses a knuckle right against the perineum. And swallows purposefully, urging him on. ]
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Date: 12/23/17 07:11 pm (UTC)Not closing his eyes all the way, he watches Arthur work him up again through a heavy-lidded gaze, using the bare inclined support of his pillow to his advantage. He can see his hand moving, though he probably feels it first before seeing it and he tenses at the sensation near a rarely explored area of his body and its exhilaration all over again. He sucks in a sharp breath, teeth catching on his lower lip as he lets that hot bit of focused pressure roll through him while Arthur's throat closes tighter around him. That was a close one, he'd nearly choked out a moan right there.
His stomach clenches, the soft cut of lean muscle contracting as he feels the urgent tug in his gut. Every swallow, every touch bringing him dangerously closer and he tries to signal how close he is by tightening his grip. His hips move in time with his mouth, as if trying to desperately make up for any slack whenever Arthur gives himself that much. ]
A— [ Oh, nope, he nearly gets too loud there when the tip of his length hits the back of Arthur's throat. He swallows thickly then tries again in a harsh whisper: ] Sh-shit, going to—
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Date: 12/30/17 10:12 am (UTC)Easing off, he does so only briefly to breathe, his own arousal curling through him and making it more difficult to concentrate. Slightly more collected, he takes his cock all the way down again, lets out a soft moan around the length in his mouth as it hits the back of his throat. It's something like a go ahead, letting Henry know he heard him– this is fine, he can take it. ]
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Date: 12/30/17 11:12 pm (UTC)He curses softly but the word sounds tight as he shudders and comes down his throat. Fingers grasp desperately at his hair, combing through them before clenching tight as if clinging on for dear life. There's enough give that if Arthur needs to pull back he can. ]
Shit...
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Date: 1/2/18 09:54 am (UTC)With practiced ease, he swallows and then gently pulls away, licking his lips afterwards.
His own erection is uncomfortable, but he'll get to that after he just breathes for a second. ]
Worth the wait, I hope.
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Date: 1/3/18 08:44 am (UTC)His grip on Arthur's shoulders relax. ]
Yeah, Jesus...
[ Then he props himself up again, a smirk playing on his lips. ]
Couldn't have asked for a better view.
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Date: 1/5/18 06:22 am (UTC)Glancing at Henry, he snorts quietly at the comment. ]
Yeah well, I'll take that as a compliment only if I get a similar view.
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Date: 1/5/18 08:22 am (UTC)He huffs a little in laughter, more than willing to return the favor. Brushing his thumb along Arthur's jawline, he lets it drag off his chin. ]
Come over here. Let's get you a little dressed down where it counts.
[ If and when Arthur gets up into something closer to a kneeling position, Henry will try to reach for his belt loop. ]
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Date: 1/12/18 04:25 am (UTC)How accommodating.
[ Of course, he isn't going to delay, shifting closer to Henry and the promise of being taken from the edge. ]