Arcade leaned in and spread his hands over Bernardo's ass, hearing the deep intake of breath like the man was worried he was about to be stabbed. Arcade took a moment to slowly knead the sweatslicked flesh of Bernardo's cheeks in both his hands, then spread them apart and lightly brushed a thumb over his hole, the courier jumping a little again and quickly apologizing sorry, reflex. Arcade allowed himself a sly chuckle, then flicked his tongue out, brushing against his target in quick, featherlight bursts.
Bernardo was still completely tense, but Arcade could see where his hands were fisting at the sheets, could hear strained groans escaping his throat. "Hell fire, darlin'," the courier breathed, dusky voice gone even lower and rougher.
After another moment of light, gentle licks and nothing but tension from Bernardo's end, Arcade paused and pulled back enough to speak. "I can stop if you want," he offered softly.
"Don't you dare," Bernardo panted.
Arcade grinned to himself, heat flaring in his body at the needy note in the courier's voice. He rewarded him with a long, flat drag of his tongue and the resulting moan tore right through him, lancing right to the core of him. He spread the courier's cheeks open further and lapped at his ass in long, firm strokes, Bernardo's body finally breaking in a shiver and he curled in on himself, hissing broken curses against the bedsheets.
There was just something about Bernardo, always level-headed and solid and composed even in the messiest of battles, coming undone like this, melting into a writhing mass of muscles, letting loose a litany of ragged moans and undignified whines, that made Arcade unabashedly proud when he realized that it was all from his ministrations. Because seriously, just a few minutes of eating Bernardo out and the man had gone from tense and unsure to shamelessly pushing back against Arcade's mouth, panting praise and gratitude when Arcade spread him open further and pushed his tongue past the ring of muscle.
His tongue burned from exertion and his cock ached on the verge of pain, but this was too good, and after one particularly delicious desperate broken whine Arcade freed one of his hands to come around and wrap around the courier's length, earning him another wonderfully wanton noise of gratitude. He closed his eyes, just focusing on the smell of Bernardo, the heady musky intimate scent that as far as he was concerned was only for him, lapping at Bernardo's ass and beating him off in languid strokes.
"Fuck... so close, darlin', so goddamn close," and Arcade picked up the pace at Bernardo's raspy pleas, heart racing as he heard the begging turn to a low, strained groan and felt hot bursts of come roping through his fingers.
Arcade/M!Courier -- All This And Heaven Too [1b/1]
Bernardo was still completely tense, but Arcade could see where his hands were fisting at the sheets, could hear strained groans escaping his throat. "Hell fire, darlin'," the courier breathed, dusky voice gone even lower and rougher.
After another moment of light, gentle licks and nothing but tension from Bernardo's end, Arcade paused and pulled back enough to speak. "I can stop if you want," he offered softly.
"Don't you dare," Bernardo panted.
Arcade grinned to himself, heat flaring in his body at the needy note in the courier's voice. He rewarded him with a long, flat drag of his tongue and the resulting moan tore right through him, lancing right to the core of him. He spread the courier's cheeks open further and lapped at his ass in long, firm strokes, Bernardo's body finally breaking in a shiver and he curled in on himself, hissing broken curses against the bedsheets.
There was just something about Bernardo, always level-headed and solid and composed even in the messiest of battles, coming undone like this, melting into a writhing mass of muscles, letting loose a litany of ragged moans and undignified whines, that made Arcade unabashedly proud when he realized that it was all from his ministrations. Because seriously, just a few minutes of eating Bernardo out and the man had gone from tense and unsure to shamelessly pushing back against Arcade's mouth, panting praise and gratitude when Arcade spread him open further and pushed his tongue past the ring of muscle.
His tongue burned from exertion and his cock ached on the verge of pain, but this was too good, and after one particularly delicious desperate broken whine Arcade freed one of his hands to come around and wrap around the courier's length, earning him another wonderfully wanton noise of gratitude. He closed his eyes, just focusing on the smell of Bernardo, the heady musky intimate scent that as far as he was concerned was only for him, lapping at Bernardo's ass and beating him off in languid strokes.
"Fuck... so close, darlin', so goddamn close," and Arcade picked up the pace at Bernardo's raspy pleas, heart racing as he heard the begging turn to a low, strained groan and felt hot bursts of come roping through his fingers.