As they stripped each other of their remaining clothes, Arcade feels giddy. He closes his eyes as Boone presses his body into the decrepit mattress, the room pleasantly spinning around him. Boone licked along his chest and Arcade cried out as sharp teeth closed around his nipple, gently biting down before laving the nub with his tongue.
It was too much: Arcade felt as though he was breaking, he was afraid. Afraid that the lightest touch from Boone would shatter him. But strong hands- Boone's hands- held him tightly together. Kept him from cracking and spilling himself over the sheets and skin and Boone's tightly knit knuckles. He could cry. It was so good, he could cry.
Boone held him fiercely, one hand cradling the back of Arcade's skull and the other cupped carefully between his legs. "Such a good boy," Boone murmured into Arcade's hair. "You're such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
Arcade could scarcely breathe.
"Yess..." he hissed, his hips rolled in easy circles, following the slow pulsing squeeze of the other man's grip. "Say it," Boone ordered, breath hot and damp on Arcade's neck. Arcade flushed, shaking his head but Boone gave him a particularly convincing squeeze and his eyes fluttered open as he gasped: "Yes! Good. I'm good, so good, God, just, anything, I'm anything, just keep doing that.."
Boone catches his chin between his fingers, turning Arcade to face him. His gaze was far away, distant. A thousand yard stare, staring right through Arcade. "Tell me you love me."
Arcade blushed, opened his mouth, but the words couldn't come out. They were thick, loaded words, and they caught on his tongue, refusing to push past his lips. He wet his mouth, "look, Craig, I-"
Boone turned his head, biting his neck. "Say it, Gannon," he rumbled, voicing cracking slightly. It was a plea disguised as a command.
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Re: Desperado (part 6) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-13 11:31 am (UTC)As they stripped each other of their remaining clothes, Arcade feels giddy. He closes his eyes as Boone presses his body into the decrepit mattress, the room pleasantly spinning around him. Boone licked along his chest and Arcade cried out as sharp teeth closed around his nipple, gently biting down before laving the nub with his tongue.
It was too much: Arcade felt as though he was breaking, he was afraid. Afraid that the lightest touch from Boone would shatter him. But strong hands- Boone's hands- held him tightly together. Kept him from cracking and spilling himself over the sheets and skin and Boone's tightly knit knuckles. He could cry. It was so good, he could cry.
Boone held him fiercely, one hand cradling the back of Arcade's skull and the other cupped carefully between his legs. "Such a good boy," Boone murmured into Arcade's hair. "You're such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
Arcade could scarcely breathe.
"Yess..." he hissed, his hips rolled in easy circles, following the slow pulsing squeeze of the other man's grip. "Say it," Boone ordered, breath hot and damp on Arcade's neck. Arcade flushed, shaking his head but Boone gave him a particularly convincing squeeze and his eyes fluttered open as he gasped: "Yes! Good. I'm good, so good, God, just, anything, I'm anything, just keep doing that.."
Boone catches his chin between his fingers, turning Arcade to face him. His gaze was far away, distant. A thousand yard stare, staring right through Arcade. "Tell me you love me."
Arcade blushed, opened his mouth, but the words couldn't come out. They were thick, loaded words, and they caught on his tongue, refusing to push past his lips. He wet his mouth, "look, Craig, I-"
Boone turned his head, biting his neck. "Say it, Gannon," he rumbled, voicing cracking slightly. It was a plea disguised as a command.