[ Arthur's agrees, a little more sober, a little more quiet. Thinking about the team in any portion is suddenly making him morose. Even if inception had been hell in a hand basket. ]
Kind of sucks. These stressful jobs and no way to let off steam.
[ The alcohol is really hitting him now, if he's willing to admit the amount of stress he usually piles on himself. He still can't imagine leaving dreamshare, because he likes the job too much. But it was definitely one way to shorten a life span. Arthur hadn't seen himself as someone who lived very long anyway though. More of a work hard, play hard, die young sort of deal.
Unfortunately he hasn't had much time for the play hard part of things since helping Cobb run around the world.
Part of him is in disbelief that he's even considering this but– he's warm from the alcohol and Henry's already made a pass. He doesn't have much to lose. ]
[ If Henry had to reevaluate his life, he'd say he had a very busy and good life. There was the normal paranoia of possibly dying by the hands of another skilled assassin in his weird gladiator-style set up of a city, and then the thrill of the hunt and kill. He wouldn't say that it was a bad life at all.
But then he remembers his other responsibilities, his family (one of which is already here), and that's usually what keeps him from letting off too much steam. He has to come back to reality one way or another.
It tapers into silence but only for a brief moment. The question cuts the haze and he was in the middle of contemplating whether he should chuck the empty bottle or not. Fortunately he doesn't drop it. All he offers is a sideways glance, his expression seemingly blank at first. It's not often someone just asks for it, and in this weird feeling of thinking about stressful jobs and silent responsibilities definitely motivate him.]
Yeah.
[ He doesn't trust himself to stand up, so he just braces his hands against the roof and shifts himself over closer to where Arthur sits. There's not much of a pause, but he does let his eyes adjust for a moment before leaning forward. ]
[ Not healthy ways– well, that's true. He didn't have any real outlets so he'd just thrown himself into his work. Job after job, sleepless nights of research and poring over the information for their next job. Or their current one. Most days, he'd look at his reflection and see the charcoal smudges of exhaustion under his eyes. Sometimes, when he felt self-conscious about it, he'd cover them up with a cover up or sunglasses.
Most of the time, he had been too tired to care.
It'd all been about getting Cobb home to his kids again and that's all that had mattered. Sometimes, it takes him by surprise that isn't the case anymore. Maybe he'll stop being shocked by that soon.
But none of this is relevant, aside from being able to let off steam in a better way. Something that involved less bone weary exhaustion and more of a warm thrum in his veins. Henry moves closer and Arthur leans to meet him. It's a soft mouthed kiss, this side of chaste and testing the waters.
Except he slides his hand up to the back of the other man's neck, presses in a little closer, the combined sigh and moan getting caught in his throat. It feels good to cut loose, feels good to just exist in the moment. ]
[ The tension in a person is easy to feel from their posture and touch alone, and while he can't feel the true depth of it all, he can tell the guy's been needing a break. Regardless of whether he wanted it or not.
He purses his lips slightly, reciprocating the chasteness of it and responding easily in kind when Arthur hums inside his mouth. His own hand comes up to rest on top of Arthur's wrist, cradling it as he tilts his head slightly to press in just a touch before withdrawing.
His eyes did close for that brief moment, but as he opens them and thinks for half a second, he already knows that was way too short. Not enough to scratch that itch. He doesn't intend on getting crazy on a roof of someone's home (that's just ridiculous), but he still wants just a little more.
Grasping the collar area of Arthur's shirt, he kisses him again. This time, not quite as chaste. Lips parted, he intends to gradually draw him in deeper until he can taste the strong booze inside his mouth. ]
[ The tension is easy to feel in a person and he surprises himself with how much drains out of his body. Like he'd been a coiled spring, twisted up until he had no room to do so. But now he was letting it go.
Their first kiss is chaste, close lipped. It sparks in his gut and he knows he wants more. And thankfully, it seems like Henry has the same idea. The points of contact between them feel warmer, a trick of the body more than reality. There's a hand curling into his shirt and it feels like that's the switch he needed. Eagerly, he presses into the kiss, tongue sliding along Henry's bottom lip; however the other man wants to take this up another notch, he's willing.
That's what he's thinking, anyway, as he swings a leg over Henry's lap, promptly straddling him. Hope no one is taking a stroll and happens to look up. ]
[ It's a good thing it's getting darker now anyway, as nobody would think it was two dudes just casually going at it on top of a house. Silly kids, they'd think, and hopefully they would just pass. Even better if nobody passed at all. Henry isn't banking on this to last all night anyway, so he's not worried if he even had the ability to worry right now.
His hand automatically slides up the side of Arthur's leg, grasping at the loose cloth there and wondering how he'd look in regular modern clothes. A starchy, fitted suit. While Henry did enjoy Paris, he could do without the 1790's fashion. As if worried the man might accidentally slide out of his lap, he curls his hands around his hips and latches on tight as their lips work against each other's.
Jesus, what is he doing... he vaguely wonders if he'd even want to stop this now that they've gotten this far (whoops). He pulls down Arthur's hips experimentally, letting out a low sound in the back of his throat when that hint of pressure sparks that first sign of next-level arousal in him. ]
[ Even more hopefully– it's dark. No one would be able to tell who they were, whether they were two guys or whatever. Arthur's so used to modernisms that it's easy to lose sight of certain beliefs. Then again, France in this century had a hell of a lot more to worry about than sodomy.
Like beheadings.
Either way, he's going to push it all out of his head and stay in the moment instead of worrying incessantly. It's hard to drop the mantle of point man, having had it over his shoulders for so long. But here he's not that. He's just himself, with some specialty talents. And right now, Arthur's warm in someone's lap with their hands on his hips. The pressure is familiar, electric, and even if he didn't know Henry was an assassin, he could at least tell he worked with his hands. They were strong in all the right ways, especially as he's pulled further down.
He pulls away from the kiss with a sigh, rolls his hips to feel that spark again, shocked when it seems to run the length of his spine. Skating his hand down, he tugs Henry's shirt out of where it's tucked into his pants, fingers rucking it up as he traces the outline of his ribs and then back between his legs. ]
Just so you know– [ Arthur starts, a little breathier than he wants to sound. ] I'd blow you if this century didn't bite so much.
[ Oh, unfair. Arthur telling him what things he'd do to him but couldn't is a bit cruel. Now he can't stop thinking about it. He breathes heavily through his nose, partially from all that nice roll of his hips and partially from all the drinking he'd been doing today.
He leans back a touch, practically preening at the physical attention Arthur gives his body. ]
You should know... that only makes me want it more.
[ It's not as if he's annoyed, but if he had been, it's something that would be directed towards the era they're in... not so much Arthur. As his shirt is being fussed with, he sighs at the touch between his legs and leans forward again to brush his lips along Arthur's jawline until he reaches his neck. After planting a couple of wet kisses and a parting nip, he just rests against him and sighs contently. ]
[ Which is bullshit here since he wants it just as badly. He'd be embarrassed to say it's been a while– not a lot of time to pick up strangers in a bar when you're running with someone like Cobb. At some point, he'd been too paranoid to even think about it.
As Henry kisses along his jaw, he tilts his head, giving him a better angle. The thin skin along his neck feels flush, even moreso after the playful nip. His pulse is ringing in his ears and making it harder to concentrate. Still, he pushes the heel of his hand against the curve in Henry's trousers, swallowing down a moan. ]
Only if you want to. Hands aren't off limits.
[ He flashes him a little grin, presses his hand in harder and rubs him through the fabric. ]
[ Which earns a breathy chuckle. It's certainly not far from the truth.
The extra pressure of a firm palm against his erection gets throaty sound, like he's trying to swallow back the obvious moan it would've been. Busy hands keep his mind a little focused, kneading at his hips and gradually around his ass.]
Y—Yeah, true, tu as raison.
[ Which with the universal translation, sort of renders the effect moot but French just happens to be a language he's fluent enough in that it sometimes just slips. That grinding of warmth against him has his breathing go a bit shallow, now pushing back any obstructing fabric around Arthur's neck to go back to digging his teeth into whatever flesh he can reach. Each press of his teeth isn't painful but he wants to worry a little mark of possession just because he can, and also lets his own hand snake in between their bodies to rub at the front of his pants. ]
[ Henry lets out a sound, something that's halfway swallowed and it hits his bloodstream like a drug. Almost as hard as the alcohol had, when he'd taken the first sip. His skin and nerves feel like they're buzzing, anticipation and desire all mixed together in a heady cocktail. When hands grip at his ass, he pushes into it, groan turning only a little disappointed they couldn't do much more.
Still, it feels nice. Great, even. ]
Don't wanna brag, but I usually am.
[ Right, that is.
Arthur tilts his head back to let Henry get more of his neck. If he leaves marks, well, no one will really ask. And if they do, he can lie or tell them to mind their own business. Not that he wants to disown Henry. Just. The times aren't forgiving.
That doesn't seem to matter right now anyway, not with a hand at the front of his pants, rubbing with just enough friction. Arthur makes quick work of the fly on Henry's trousers, sneaks his hand in to grip his erection a little better. His fingers circle around his dick, tugging teasingly. ]
Christ, [ He mutters thickly, overwhelmed by a haze of want. ]
[ This feels way better than it has any right to be. He's quick to blame the strange ancient style of alcohol coursing through his system, how his breathing grows more shallow with each kiss against his neck and his skin tingles like they're covered in a layer of goosebumps.
He doesn't snake his way under Arthur's clothes but he continues to rub at him as he's been doing, free arm still gripping at his hip for balance. Warm skin, hands that weren't his own for once, have him at Arthur's mercy. Too late to swallow the sound yet again, he lets out a soft groan. ]
Feel free to... continue being right.
[ Then abandons his neck to bring himself eye to eye with Arthur again, capturing his lips again right after that Christ spills out, content to let Arthur stroke him like this while his own hands continue to knead at his backside. It really is too bad they can't do much, but in hindsight, Henry will think it was for the best. This is meant to be just quick and fun, not too heavy. ]
[ Maybe it is the alcohol. With how potent it is and how low his tolerance has been over the last few months. Not even just here, but back home. Well, "home".
But he sort of chalks it up more to the fact that it's someone else. It's not his hand, alone in a hotel or in a hotel bathroom. Or just. By himself. Instead, he's in Henry's lap with a hand rubbing him through his trousers and he really doesn't think he's going to last very long. How embarrassing. Arthur bucks his hips, grinds into the grip and groans unabashedly. He curls his fist around his erection, gives him a squeeze and stutters out a sigh.
It's half swallowed when Henry kisses him again but he doesn't care, just chases the sparks he's feeling along his spine, the friction he wants so badly. He leans into the kiss, deepens it without batting an eye. ]
[ Touches getting heavier and Arthur's grip around him growing relentless, Henry stops trying to mask the sounds he makes. With their lips mashing against each other haphazardly while trying to breathe and talk at the same time creates that tone of desperation. He feeds off it, curling his hand even tighter around the cloth of Arthur's pants to rub him off a little better. Hard in his grip, he grins against his mouth, tasting his eagerness accented by punches of absinthe and 'paint thinner'. ]
Come on, then— [ But not sounding the least bit impatient. There's a coyness to the encouragement, even through his own pleasurable haze. The languid but firm stroking of his hand, how he massages at his hips, it's all very methodical like he'd just started breaking through his buzz. He could come, if he tried a little harder, but he's not as tightly wound-up like Arthur was and alcohol dulls his focus. Coming would be nice, he thinks belatedly, but he thinks perhaps watching his newly befriended COST volunteer here make a mess in his pants to be just as good.
[ Henry seems to have gotten the picture, no longer keeping sounds in and just unabashedly vocalizing. It's a bit risky for a rooftop makeout but. They're on a roof. People will be hard pressed to make their way up here if they could even pinpoint where the sound was coming from.
It just incites Arthur further, makes his stomach feel tight and his lungs too small. His logic is gone, flying free and in small pieces. Like a dream collapsing in on itself. Any sense of self control has gone the same route, because Henry's stroking him with a firmer hand and a coy sense of ambition. Arthur pulls his hand away, wraps it around the other man's wrist to tug and disconnect the touch. Except he shifts his hips forward, slots his erection right up against Henry's and gasps.
Not much time lapses before he's coming, eyes shut and mouth parted in a sigh. ]
Jesus. [ A breathless epithet as he spirals down. Though, he has enough mind to lean down, push the collar of Henry's shirt aside and kiss his way down his neck. Wickedly, he sucks a bruise on the underside of his jaw as he slides his hand to keep palming the front of his open trousers. ]
[ Well, he can't say this was an expected turn of events but at the same time, he isn't wholly surprised. The guy knows what he wants and how he wants it, even if he's on the brink of losing himself to his most primal needs. An admirable personality, something he can get behind. Possibly literally if he were to fantasize such a scenario.
He grunts when his hand his yanked away, but he doesn't deny Arthur his way and simply grips him around his ass again. He moves his hips a little in time to the way the other his moving to keep the momentum strong. The steady beating of Arthur's release is easily felt through the cloth against his bare length and he swallows thickly from the sensation.
On the other hand, Henry doesn't have much to say before Arthur is surging forward again suddenly to pepper kisses down his neck not unlike how he did before. The stinging pressure on his neck has him craning his head back and groaning, hand automatically coming up to rest on Arthur's wrist. ]
Shit— [ And now with nothing to keep him busy, all he can do is sit beneath Arthur, still straddled and focus on the consistent warm pressure. ]
[ In the aftermath, he feels so loose-limbed. As though his bones have gone soft and all the tension has eked out of his muscles. It's beyond nice, since he's been on edge for what feels like years, all the stress compiling on top of itself. Dreamshare work does that to a person– but like he's told Henry, he doesn't think he can quit. He loves it too much, risks and all.
He wants to return that favor though, focuses on scraping his teeth along the pulse point on Henry's neck. On keeping his grip tight and steady. Henry tilts his head back and he takes that as incentive to speed up, brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip on every slide up. Arthur kisses along his jaw, delights in the scrape of stubble, and leaves another mark lower on his neck. It'll be more coverable than the other one, at least. ]
[ Now it's Henry's turn to feel tense, coiled up tight like a spring ready to snap. He grasps tightly at Arthur, clinging to him as he's worked up steady to his release. The more tense and closer he gets to achieving release, the more he grits his teeth to bite down the noise. It's for the best, since he knows himself well enough— he can get rather loud if he doesn't watch himself.
He swallows thickly every now and again, feeling the lump in his throat press against teeth and bruising lips, and it's delightful on its own. His hips shift a little into the steady pumping of Arthur's hand and he can feel his release approaching rapidly. Suddenly. ]
Almost... [ Gasping it out, he readjusts his grip on Arthur again, where ever he can grab him. That firm, pinching on his neck shoots a spark of something heated down his spine that lights something in his gut. The last warning he offers is a curse under his breath, screwing his eyes shut as he spills into Arthur's hand. ]
[ Henry is coming apart under him and it's oddly refreshing. Maybe he's just drunk. Or sex drunk. Both? But there's a thrill in knowing he's gotten the equally as controlled man to lose his cool like this. It all feels like a rush and he knows he won't remember the finer details in the haze of blissed out aftermath on his part and the foggy pleasure that still hangs between them.
And then it all ends abruptly as he wrings Henry's orgasm out of him. It's definitely a little understated, but they're also technically in public. Good idea on keeping it hushed. Leaning in, he simply sets his forehead on Henry's shoulder, eyes closed as he breathes and tries to get his pulse and mind back to normal. He feels chilled and sticky– the latter he solves by pulling a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, wiping his hand off and then cleaning the both of them up.
After they both set themselves to rights, maybe they'll set off in their own directions. Sticking around here didn't seem wise. ]
[ After the heaving breathing dies down and everything is cleaned up, Henry can already feel loose limbs stitching back together with more energy than he imagined he would. It never fails to amaze him with how that works, considering he should probably feel more tired instead. Maybe he needed that more than he thought.
Quickly making himself decent again, he definitely doesn't plan on sticking around. Maybe find a different roof tonight...
If anything though, he gives Arthur a parting gift of the paint thinner. ]
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Date: 11/15/17 07:40 pm (UTC)[ Arthur's agrees, a little more sober, a little more quiet. Thinking about the team in any portion is suddenly making him morose. Even if inception had been hell in a hand basket. ]
Kind of sucks. These stressful jobs and no way to let off steam.
[ The alcohol is really hitting him now, if he's willing to admit the amount of stress he usually piles on himself. He still can't imagine leaving dreamshare, because he likes the job too much. But it was definitely one way to shorten a life span. Arthur hadn't seen himself as someone who lived very long anyway though. More of a work hard, play hard, die young sort of deal.
Unfortunately he hasn't had much time for the play hard part of things since helping Cobb run around the world.
Part of him is in disbelief that he's even considering this but– he's warm from the alcohol and Henry's already made a pass. He doesn't have much to lose. ]
Hey. Can I kiss you?
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Date: 11/15/17 08:20 pm (UTC)[ If Henry had to reevaluate his life, he'd say he had a very busy and good life. There was the normal paranoia of possibly dying by the hands of another skilled assassin in his weird gladiator-style set up of a city, and then the thrill of the hunt and kill. He wouldn't say that it was a bad life at all.
But then he remembers his other responsibilities, his family (one of which is already here), and that's usually what keeps him from letting off too much steam. He has to come back to reality one way or another.
It tapers into silence but only for a brief moment. The question cuts the haze and he was in the middle of contemplating whether he should chuck the empty bottle or not. Fortunately he doesn't drop it. All he offers is a sideways glance, his expression seemingly blank at first. It's not often someone just asks for it, and in this weird feeling of thinking about stressful jobs and silent responsibilities definitely motivate him.]
Yeah.
[ He doesn't trust himself to stand up, so he just braces his hands against the roof and shifts himself over closer to where Arthur sits. There's not much of a pause, but he does let his eyes adjust for a moment before leaning forward. ]
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Date: 11/15/17 08:47 pm (UTC)Most of the time, he had been too tired to care.
It'd all been about getting Cobb home to his kids again and that's all that had mattered. Sometimes, it takes him by surprise that isn't the case anymore. Maybe he'll stop being shocked by that soon.
But none of this is relevant, aside from being able to let off steam in a better way. Something that involved less bone weary exhaustion and more of a warm thrum in his veins. Henry moves closer and Arthur leans to meet him. It's a soft mouthed kiss, this side of chaste and testing the waters.
Except he slides his hand up to the back of the other man's neck, presses in a little closer, the combined sigh and moan getting caught in his throat. It feels good to cut loose, feels good to just exist in the moment. ]
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Date: 11/15/17 10:11 pm (UTC)He purses his lips slightly, reciprocating the chasteness of it and responding easily in kind when Arthur hums inside his mouth. His own hand comes up to rest on top of Arthur's wrist, cradling it as he tilts his head slightly to press in just a touch before withdrawing.
His eyes did close for that brief moment, but as he opens them and thinks for half a second, he already knows that was way too short. Not enough to scratch that itch. He doesn't intend on getting crazy on a roof of someone's home (that's just ridiculous), but he still wants just a little more.
Grasping the collar area of Arthur's shirt, he kisses him again. This time, not quite as chaste. Lips parted, he intends to gradually draw him in deeper until he can taste the strong booze inside his mouth. ]
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Date: 11/16/17 04:13 am (UTC)Their first kiss is chaste, close lipped. It sparks in his gut and he knows he wants more. And thankfully, it seems like Henry has the same idea. The points of contact between them feel warmer, a trick of the body more than reality. There's a hand curling into his shirt and it feels like that's the switch he needed. Eagerly, he presses into the kiss, tongue sliding along Henry's bottom lip; however the other man wants to take this up another notch, he's willing.
That's what he's thinking, anyway, as he swings a leg over Henry's lap, promptly straddling him. Hope no one is taking a stroll and happens to look up. ]
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Date: 11/16/17 04:51 am (UTC)His hand automatically slides up the side of Arthur's leg, grasping at the loose cloth there and wondering how he'd look in regular modern clothes. A starchy, fitted suit. While Henry did enjoy Paris, he could do without the 1790's fashion. As if worried the man might accidentally slide out of his lap, he curls his hands around his hips and latches on tight as their lips work against each other's.
Jesus, what is he doing... he vaguely wonders if he'd even want to stop this now that they've gotten this far (whoops). He pulls down Arthur's hips experimentally, letting out a low sound in the back of his throat when that hint of pressure sparks that first sign of next-level arousal in him. ]
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Date: 11/16/17 05:10 am (UTC)Like beheadings.
Either way, he's going to push it all out of his head and stay in the moment instead of worrying incessantly. It's hard to drop the mantle of point man, having had it over his shoulders for so long. But here he's not that. He's just himself, with some specialty talents. And right now, Arthur's warm in someone's lap with their hands on his hips. The pressure is familiar, electric, and even if he didn't know Henry was an assassin, he could at least tell he worked with his hands. They were strong in all the right ways, especially as he's pulled further down.
He pulls away from the kiss with a sigh, rolls his hips to feel that spark again, shocked when it seems to run the length of his spine. Skating his hand down, he tugs Henry's shirt out of where it's tucked into his pants, fingers rucking it up as he traces the outline of his ribs and then back between his legs. ]
Just so you know– [ Arthur starts, a little breathier than he wants to sound. ] I'd blow you if this century didn't bite so much.
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Date: 11/16/17 05:59 am (UTC)He leans back a touch, practically preening at the physical attention Arthur gives his body. ]
You should know... that only makes me want it more.
[ It's not as if he's annoyed, but if he had been, it's something that would be directed towards the era they're in... not so much Arthur. As his shirt is being fussed with, he sighs at the touch between his legs and leans forward again to brush his lips along Arthur's jawline until he reaches his neck. After planting a couple of wet kisses and a parting nip, he just rests against him and sighs contently. ]
Should we stop?
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Date: 11/16/17 06:32 am (UTC)[ Which is bullshit here since he wants it just as badly. He'd be embarrassed to say it's been a while– not a lot of time to pick up strangers in a bar when you're running with someone like Cobb. At some point, he'd been too paranoid to even think about it.
As Henry kisses along his jaw, he tilts his head, giving him a better angle. The thin skin along his neck feels flush, even moreso after the playful nip. His pulse is ringing in his ears and making it harder to concentrate. Still, he pushes the heel of his hand against the curve in Henry's trousers, swallowing down a moan. ]
Only if you want to. Hands aren't off limits.
[ He flashes him a little grin, presses his hand in harder and rubs him through the fabric. ]
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Date: 11/16/17 07:15 am (UTC)The extra pressure of a firm palm against his erection gets throaty sound, like he's trying to swallow back the obvious moan it would've been. Busy hands keep his mind a little focused, kneading at his hips and gradually around his ass.]
Y—Yeah, true, tu as raison.
[ Which with the universal translation, sort of renders the effect moot but French just happens to be a language he's fluent enough in that it sometimes just slips. That grinding of warmth against him has his breathing go a bit shallow, now pushing back any obstructing fabric around Arthur's neck to go back to digging his teeth into whatever flesh he can reach. Each press of his teeth isn't painful but he wants to worry a little mark of possession just because he can, and also lets his own hand snake in between their bodies to rub at the front of his pants. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 01:39 am (UTC)Still, it feels nice. Great, even. ]
Don't wanna brag, but I usually am.
[ Right, that is.
Arthur tilts his head back to let Henry get more of his neck. If he leaves marks, well, no one will really ask. And if they do, he can lie or tell them to mind their own business. Not that he wants to disown Henry. Just. The times aren't forgiving.
That doesn't seem to matter right now anyway, not with a hand at the front of his pants, rubbing with just enough friction. Arthur makes quick work of the fly on Henry's trousers, sneaks his hand in to grip his erection a little better. His fingers circle around his dick, tugging teasingly. ]
Christ, [ He mutters thickly, overwhelmed by a haze of want. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 02:06 am (UTC)He doesn't snake his way under Arthur's clothes but he continues to rub at him as he's been doing, free arm still gripping at his hip for balance. Warm skin, hands that weren't his own for once, have him at Arthur's mercy. Too late to swallow the sound yet again, he lets out a soft groan. ]
Feel free to... continue being right.
[ Then abandons his neck to bring himself eye to eye with Arthur again, capturing his lips again right after that Christ spills out, content to let Arthur stroke him like this while his own hands continue to knead at his backside. It really is too bad they can't do much, but in hindsight, Henry will think it was for the best. This is meant to be just quick and fun, not too heavy. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 04:24 am (UTC)But he sort of chalks it up more to the fact that it's someone else. It's not his hand, alone in a hotel or in a hotel bathroom. Or just. By himself. Instead, he's in Henry's lap with a hand rubbing him through his trousers and he really doesn't think he's going to last very long. How embarrassing. Arthur bucks his hips, grinds into the grip and groans unabashedly. He curls his fist around his erection, gives him a squeeze and stutters out a sigh.
It's half swallowed when Henry kisses him again but he doesn't care, just chases the sparks he's feeling along his spine, the friction he wants so badly. He leans into the kiss, deepens it without batting an eye. ]
Fuck, I'm close.
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Date: 11/19/17 05:54 am (UTC)Come on, then— [ But not sounding the least bit impatient. There's a coyness to the encouragement, even through his own pleasurable haze. The languid but firm stroking of his hand, how he massages at his hips, it's all very methodical like he'd just started breaking through his buzz. He could come, if he tried a little harder, but he's not as tightly wound-up like Arthur was and alcohol dulls his focus. Coming would be nice, he thinks belatedly, but he thinks perhaps watching his newly befriended COST volunteer here make a mess in his pants to be just as good.
Heatedly, he mumbles against their swollen lips.]
Closer.
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Date: 11/19/17 06:26 am (UTC)It just incites Arthur further, makes his stomach feel tight and his lungs too small. His logic is gone, flying free and in small pieces. Like a dream collapsing in on itself. Any sense of self control has gone the same route, because Henry's stroking him with a firmer hand and a coy sense of ambition. Arthur pulls his hand away, wraps it around the other man's wrist to tug and disconnect the touch. Except he shifts his hips forward, slots his erection right up against Henry's and gasps.
Not much time lapses before he's coming, eyes shut and mouth parted in a sigh. ]
Jesus. [ A breathless epithet as he spirals down. Though, he has enough mind to lean down, push the collar of Henry's shirt aside and kiss his way down his neck. Wickedly, he sucks a bruise on the underside of his jaw as he slides his hand to keep palming the front of his open trousers. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 06:44 am (UTC)He grunts when his hand his yanked away, but he doesn't deny Arthur his way and simply grips him around his ass again. He moves his hips a little in time to the way the other his moving to keep the momentum strong. The steady beating of Arthur's release is easily felt through the cloth against his bare length and he swallows thickly from the sensation.
On the other hand, Henry doesn't have much to say before Arthur is surging forward again suddenly to pepper kisses down his neck not unlike how he did before. The stinging pressure on his neck has him craning his head back and groaning, hand automatically coming up to rest on Arthur's wrist. ]
Shit— [ And now with nothing to keep him busy, all he can do is sit beneath Arthur, still straddled and focus on the consistent warm pressure. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 09:09 pm (UTC)He wants to return that favor though, focuses on scraping his teeth along the pulse point on Henry's neck. On keeping his grip tight and steady. Henry tilts his head back and he takes that as incentive to speed up, brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip on every slide up. Arthur kisses along his jaw, delights in the scrape of stubble, and leaves another mark lower on his neck. It'll be more coverable than the other one, at least. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 10:39 pm (UTC)He swallows thickly every now and again, feeling the lump in his throat press against teeth and bruising lips, and it's delightful on its own. His hips shift a little into the steady pumping of Arthur's hand and he can feel his release approaching rapidly. Suddenly. ]
Almost... [ Gasping it out, he readjusts his grip on Arthur again, where ever he can grab him. That firm, pinching on his neck shoots a spark of something heated down his spine that lights something in his gut. The last warning he offers is a curse under his breath, screwing his eyes shut as he spills into Arthur's hand. ]
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Date: 12/1/17 07:24 am (UTC)And then it all ends abruptly as he wrings Henry's orgasm out of him. It's definitely a little understated, but they're also technically in public. Good idea on keeping it hushed. Leaning in, he simply sets his forehead on Henry's shoulder, eyes closed as he breathes and tries to get his pulse and mind back to normal. He feels chilled and sticky– the latter he solves by pulling a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, wiping his hand off and then cleaning the both of them up.
After they both set themselves to rights, maybe they'll set off in their own directions. Sticking around here didn't seem wise. ]
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Date: 12/3/17 01:48 am (UTC)Quickly making himself decent again, he definitely doesn't plan on sticking around. Maybe find a different roof tonight...
If anything though, he gives Arthur a parting gift of the paint thinner. ]