Boone kissed him fiercely, and Arcade felt as though voicing his desire had unlatched the floodgates- words poured from his lips, nonsensical encouragements and pleas assuring him that yes, this is what he wanted, what needed, this was perfect, Boone was perfect, oh, daddy...
It eventually occurred to Arcade, through his lust-addled fog, that their current location was entirely too public. Luckily, privacy was not that far-the courier owned a room in the wrangler, apparently some sort of compensation for finding that god awful sexbot, and she had given all her companions an extra key in care they ever needed to make use of it in an emergency.
And this was most certainly an emergency- Arcade was in danger of utterly losing his mind if he couldn't have Boone naked in the next ten seconds. He voiced this concern to Boone in a way that was most certainly charming and sultry and not at all whiny or demanding.. he was suave, damn it. Boone chuckled, releasing Arcade from where he was pinned and catching his face in his hands. “Patience, baby, don't worry. I'm gonna take good care of you.” He trailed a thumb across Arcade's lower lip. “Real good care of you.”
Boone was going to kill him. That was it. He was so turned on he was literally going to die, and his gravestone would read: “Here lies Arcade Israel Gannon, he died as he lived: completely overwhelmed.”
He pulled Boone's thumb into his mouth, capturing the tip of it between his teeth and grinning. At some point the sniper had taken off his sunglasses and there was still something off about him, something dark and wrong on his face, but Arcade began to suspect that it was mirrored in his own expression as well.
This was wrong, all wrong. But he couldn't care, anymore.
Hooking his thumb against Arcade's teeth, Boone forced the other man's jaw down and kissed him, holding his mouth open to press their tongues together. Arcade melted, wrapping his arms around Boone's shoulders and allowing his mouth to be ravaged for a few more blissful seconds before pushing the other man away. “People are going to start coming in soon, so unless you're planning to undress me right here on top of the bar I suggest we make our way upstairs. Not that I'm morally opposed to the idea, mind you- I do love being the center of attention.” Boone rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, taking Arcade by the waist and all but manhandling him up the stairway. “Do you ever stop talking?”
Arcade pressed back against Boone as they walked, purposefully rolling and grinding his hips until he drew a moan from the other man. “Well,” he purred. “Maybe just this once. Since it is your birthday.”
Boone huffed, reaching forward with one both hands- one moving to unlock the suite door, and the other pressing firmly between the doctor's legs, pawing roughly at Arcade and pressing his fingers against the straining outline of his erection, indulgently feeling the curve and swell of it beneath his doctor's fatigues.
“Hmm.. happy birthday to me.”
The door's lock gave an audible click as it disengaged, and they both stumbled inside.
Desperado (part 5) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Boone kissed him fiercely, and Arcade felt as though voicing his desire had unlatched the floodgates- words poured from his lips, nonsensical encouragements and pleas assuring him that yes, this is what he wanted, what needed, this was perfect, Boone was perfect, oh, daddy...
It eventually occurred to Arcade, through his lust-addled fog, that their current location was entirely too public. Luckily, privacy was not that far-the courier owned a room in the wrangler, apparently some sort of compensation for finding that god awful sexbot, and she had given all her companions an extra key in care they ever needed to make use of it in an emergency.
And this was most certainly an emergency- Arcade was in danger of utterly losing his mind if he couldn't have Boone naked in the next ten seconds. He voiced this concern to Boone in a way that was most certainly charming and sultry and not at all whiny or demanding.. he was suave, damn it. Boone chuckled, releasing Arcade from where he was pinned and catching his face in his hands. “Patience, baby, don't worry. I'm gonna take good care of you.” He trailed a thumb across Arcade's lower lip. “Real good care of you.”
Boone was going to kill him. That was it. He was so turned on he was literally going to die, and his gravestone would read: “Here lies Arcade Israel Gannon, he died as he lived: completely overwhelmed.”
He pulled Boone's thumb into his mouth, capturing the tip of it between his teeth and grinning. At some point the sniper had taken off his sunglasses and there was still something off about him, something dark and wrong on his face, but Arcade began to suspect that it was mirrored in his own expression as well.
This was wrong, all wrong. But he couldn't care, anymore.
Hooking his thumb against Arcade's teeth, Boone forced the other man's jaw down and kissed him, holding his mouth open to press their tongues together. Arcade melted, wrapping his arms around Boone's shoulders and allowing his mouth to be ravaged for a few more blissful seconds before pushing the other man away. “People are going to start coming in soon, so unless you're planning to undress me right here on top of the bar I suggest we make our way upstairs. Not that I'm morally opposed to the idea, mind you- I do love being the center of attention.” Boone rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, taking Arcade by the waist and all but manhandling him up the stairway. “Do you ever stop talking?”
Arcade pressed back against Boone as they walked, purposefully rolling and grinding his hips until he drew a moan from the other man. “Well,” he purred. “Maybe just this once. Since it is your birthday.”
Boone huffed, reaching forward with one both hands- one moving to unlock the suite door, and the other pressing firmly between the doctor's legs, pawing roughly at Arcade and pressing his fingers against the straining outline of his erection, indulgently feeling the curve and swell of it beneath his doctor's fatigues.
“Hmm.. happy birthday to me.”
The door's lock gave an audible click as it disengaged, and they both stumbled inside.