Bernardo actually jumped like he had been burned. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, eyes gone wide.
Arcade pulled back a bit, running one hand affectionately over the swell of the courier's ass. "Was it really not obvious?"
Bernardo opened his mouth soundlessly, looking back at Arcade over his shoulder. "I just. I." Arcade sat back on his knees, sinking slightly into the abused mattress. Bernardo could take all the time he wanted trying to awkwardly express his surprise -- that meant Arcade got some time to drink in the sight of him like this, all battlehewn muscles and fading scars, tan and powerful and spread open before him on his elbows and knees. If only he hadn't thought Arcade was joking with the suggestion that he leave his cowboy hat on.
Speaking of. The courier lifted a hand to push back some of the sweatdampened black hair that had fallen in his eyes, a rare nervous habit that only Arcade really knew as such, and sucked in a breath. "Didn't know that was a... thing," he settled on.
Arcade blinked. "I have literally let you hogtie me and you're saying you're unfamiliar with the concept of a rimjob."
Bernardo gave a little sigh torn between frustration and the need of being left hanging mid-pleasure. "Yes, doll, that's what I'm saying."
"That's... kind of great, actually. I finally have something to teach you that doesn't require a lengthy explanation and basic understanding of electronics."
Bernardo cleared his throat awkwardly. "Think again. About... about the 'explanation' part, I'm hoping electronics ain't gonna come into play here."
"Seriously? You need this explained? You're usually a quick one." Arcade sighed, shifting so he could lean closer to the courier. Bernardo twisted slightly to better face him, and Arcade steadied himself with a hand on his brawny shoulder. "Okay, here's the short version," Arcade said softly, knowing the blunt approach was always best with this man, "think about how good my fingers feel in you. Then think about how good my mouth feels on your cock. Combine those general sensations, substantially lessen the penetration factor, add heaping loads of how gloriously filthy you'll feel letting me do this to you and boom: I'll have you begging for it. That's what I'm offering you."
Bernardo licked his lips, Arcade close enough to feel the man's breath on his face. "I. Okay?"
Arcade leaned in and kissed his lips quick. "Just trust me, sweetheart."
"Oh, now yer just not playing fair."
Arcade chuckled, but at least Bernardo didn't look terrified of him anymore. The courier was eight feet of sex and rough angles, it was just unsettling when he looked unsettled. Arcade gave him another swift kiss and said, "If you don't like it, I'll stop. But remember how reticent I was to being tied up. I'm sure you recall how that ended."
Bernardo flashed a quick, shaky grin at the memory, then nodded as Arcade pulled back. He situated himself deliciously back onto his elbows and knees, obeying when Arcade murmured, "Spread open a little more for me, babe," shifting his knees apart and taking a steadying breath.
Arcade/M!Courier -- All This And Heaven Too [1a/1]
Bernardo actually jumped like he had been burned. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, eyes gone wide.
Arcade pulled back a bit, running one hand affectionately over the swell of the courier's ass. "Was it really not obvious?"
Bernardo opened his mouth soundlessly, looking back at Arcade over his shoulder. "I just. I." Arcade sat back on his knees, sinking slightly into the abused mattress. Bernardo could take all the time he wanted trying to awkwardly express his surprise -- that meant Arcade got some time to drink in the sight of him like this, all battlehewn muscles and fading scars, tan and powerful and spread open before him on his elbows and knees. If only he hadn't thought Arcade was joking with the suggestion that he leave his cowboy hat on.
Speaking of. The courier lifted a hand to push back some of the sweatdampened black hair that had fallen in his eyes, a rare nervous habit that only Arcade really knew as such, and sucked in a breath. "Didn't know that was a... thing," he settled on.
Arcade blinked. "I have literally let you hogtie me and you're saying you're unfamiliar with the concept of a rimjob."
Bernardo gave a little sigh torn between frustration and the need of being left hanging mid-pleasure. "Yes, doll, that's what I'm saying."
"That's... kind of great, actually. I finally have something to teach you that doesn't require a lengthy explanation and basic understanding of electronics."
Bernardo cleared his throat awkwardly. "Think again. About... about the 'explanation' part, I'm hoping electronics ain't gonna come into play here."
"Seriously? You need this explained? You're usually a quick one." Arcade sighed, shifting so he could lean closer to the courier. Bernardo twisted slightly to better face him, and Arcade steadied himself with a hand on his brawny shoulder. "Okay, here's the short version," Arcade said softly, knowing the blunt approach was always best with this man, "think about how good my fingers feel in you. Then think about how good my mouth feels on your cock. Combine those general sensations, substantially lessen the penetration factor, add heaping loads of how gloriously filthy you'll feel letting me do this to you and boom: I'll have you begging for it. That's what I'm offering you."
Bernardo licked his lips, Arcade close enough to feel the man's breath on his face. "I. Okay?"
Arcade leaned in and kissed his lips quick. "Just trust me, sweetheart."
"Oh, now yer just not playing fair."
Arcade chuckled, but at least Bernardo didn't look terrified of him anymore. The courier was eight feet of sex and rough angles, it was just unsettling when he looked unsettled. Arcade gave him another swift kiss and said, "If you don't like it, I'll stop. But remember how reticent I was to being tied up. I'm sure you recall how that ended."
Bernardo flashed a quick, shaky grin at the memory, then nodded as Arcade pulled back. He situated himself deliciously back onto his elbows and knees, obeying when Arcade murmured, "Spread open a little more for me, babe," shifting his knees apart and taking a steadying breath.