"If you don't shut up, precious," Richards murmured silkily, "you're going to attract us quite an audience."
"Yes, because you're the picture of restraint," Arcade snarled quietly into the skin of his throat. He stepped back, dragging Richards with him in their whirlwind of wandering hands and sucking mouths, until he felt his legs hit a cot. He fell back onto it and tugged Richards into his lap, biting kisses into his neck and groping at his ass with both hands, slipping his hands under fabric to knead at flesh.
Richards shifted to better straddle his lap, the movement against Arcade's stiffening cock making him groan again, loudly, and Richard grabbed him by the jaw, hands on either side of his face and thumbs pressing into his chin, holding him in place as Richards bit at his swollen mouth. "I could swear you're not listening, sweetheart," he said, pushing his hands back across the sides of Arcade's face to thread forcefully into his hair. "If we get caught this will be over rather abruptly."
"Right, I forgot," Arcade said, pulling Richards' hips down and grinding up against him, savoring the momentary break it brought in his poker face. "NCR, knuckle-dragger mentality towards human rights, et cetera."
"Oh yes, unlike those Followers, who accomplish so much with hugs." Richards made a pair of fists in Arcade's hair and pulled back sharply, nipping at his chin before purring, "Let's not pretend either of us is the saint, here. Not with what I'm planning on doing to you."
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Dr. Richards/Arcade - Keep It Down [1/1]
Date: 2011-12-19 11:26 pm (UTC)"Yes, because you're the picture of restraint," Arcade snarled quietly into the skin of his throat. He stepped back, dragging Richards with him in their whirlwind of wandering hands and sucking mouths, until he felt his legs hit a cot. He fell back onto it and tugged Richards into his lap, biting kisses into his neck and groping at his ass with both hands, slipping his hands under fabric to knead at flesh.
Richards shifted to better straddle his lap, the movement against Arcade's stiffening cock making him groan again, loudly, and Richard grabbed him by the jaw, hands on either side of his face and thumbs pressing into his chin, holding him in place as Richards bit at his swollen mouth. "I could swear you're not listening, sweetheart," he said, pushing his hands back across the sides of Arcade's face to thread forcefully into his hair. "If we get caught this will be over rather abruptly."
"Right, I forgot," Arcade said, pulling Richards' hips down and grinding up against him, savoring the momentary break it brought in his poker face. "NCR, knuckle-dragger mentality towards human rights, et cetera."
"Oh yes, unlike those Followers, who accomplish so much with hugs." Richards made a pair of fists in Arcade's hair and pulled back sharply, nipping at his chin before purring, "Let's not pretend either of us is the saint, here. Not with what I'm planning on doing to you."