Arcade groaned, body curling foreword. He wanted to cry. It was too much, all at once. He was still so hard it hurt, and he could barely even think straight.
Boone wedged a strong thigh between Arcade's legs and Arcade rutted against him desperately, pressing every inch of skin he could manage against the other man. He could feel the corded muscles clenching between his own tense thighs as he rutted, and he could feel Boone against his own hip, just as hot and hard.
"Love you... daddy," he gasped out. He grinded against Boone urgently, ridding every thrust with a responding push of his own. "God, love you so much, please, just...please..."
Boone kept his pace gradual, stilling Arcade's bucking hips and reaching between them to pump him firmly and painfully slowly. He skimmed his thumb across the tip of Arcade's cock, wetting the head with pre-cum. Stroking along the length, he lightly teased the sensitive glands until Arcade shivered, then pulled his hand away entirely to tug at the trail of pale blond hairs beneath Arcade's navel. "Scoot up," Boone urged, pulling Arcade further into his lap.
Arcade made an indignant sound of frustration when their cocks pressed together, trapped between their sweaty stomachs. "You have no idea," he panted, hands running up and down Boone's muscled back. "You have no idea how long I waited for you."
Boone chuckled, pulling Arcade into another soul-stealing kiss. He ran his hands along Arcade's chest, gently tweaking a nipple before reaching further down to hold their erections together. "Huh. A long time?" he teased, pumping them in a single fist. Arcade's hips pushed up into Boone's hand, the firmness of the other man's cock against his own pushing him closer to the edge. "Oh. God. Yes, a- a long time, forever, I waited....I waited a life time for... you, oh god, for you..." and he felt his vision blur, felt the wetness of tears stinging his burning cheeks. His mind was numb, and his cock was leaking, and he called Boone's name again and again like a mantra signaling his release. He was close, embarrassingly close already, but he really had been waiting so long for this.
He hadn't even known he'd been waiting.
Boone kissed him fiercely, hips moving in stuttered, erratic jerks against Arcade's clenched thighs and whispered. "Shh. I'm right here, babe. It's ok, I'm right here." His hushed voice held a hint of tenderness Arcade had never before heard from the sniper. "It's ok. You don't have to wait, anymore."
And with an anguished groan, Arcade felt himself pushed over the edge. He came, clenched fingers gripping tightly into Boone's back and tear streaked cheeks pressed hot against Boone's own face. Shudders wracked Boone's frame as the other man climaxed into his own fist, slicking both of their softening erections with his release.
It was ok. God, it was ok.
This was too far, probably, but Arcade knew that they had already crossed that point ages ago. They were too far gone, panting and slick and raw, and it was far, far too late to turn back.
---
The cool shade of night was just beginning to cloak the Mojave but already the small hotel room was darkened, lit only by the flashing New Vegas lights reflecting through the windows. Boone was asleep, one arm thrown haphazardly across his eyes and the other wrapped tightly around Arcade's shoulders, holding the other man against his chest. He breathed deeply, evenly. Arcade laid silent as sleep eluded him, idly counting the thumping heartbeats he could hear through Boone's sternum. He brain was buzzing with thoughts, with the stark realization that they were just two broken men, aching to replace what they had both lost. Filling the void with each others shattered pieces. There was something wrong with that, he knew, something fundamentally incorrect, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Perhaps, in the light of morning, things would be a little bit clearer.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: Desperado (part 7) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-13 11:33 am (UTC)Boone wedged a strong thigh between Arcade's legs and Arcade rutted against him desperately, pressing every inch of skin he could manage against the other man. He could feel the corded muscles clenching between his own tense thighs as he rutted, and he could feel Boone against his own hip, just as hot and hard.
"Love you... daddy," he gasped out. He grinded against Boone urgently, ridding every thrust with a responding push of his own. "God, love you so much, please, just...please..."
Boone kept his pace gradual, stilling Arcade's bucking hips and reaching between them to pump him firmly and painfully slowly. He skimmed his thumb across the tip of Arcade's cock, wetting the head with pre-cum. Stroking along the length, he lightly teased the sensitive glands until Arcade shivered, then pulled his hand away entirely to tug at the trail of pale blond hairs beneath Arcade's navel. "Scoot up," Boone urged, pulling Arcade further into his lap.
Arcade made an indignant sound of frustration when their cocks pressed together, trapped between their sweaty stomachs. "You have no idea," he panted, hands running up and down Boone's muscled back. "You have no idea how long I waited for you."
Boone chuckled, pulling Arcade into another soul-stealing kiss. He ran his hands along Arcade's chest, gently tweaking a nipple before reaching further down to hold their erections together. "Huh. A long time?" he teased, pumping them in a single fist. Arcade's hips pushed up into Boone's hand, the firmness of the other man's cock against his own pushing him closer to the edge. "Oh. God. Yes, a- a long time, forever, I waited....I waited a life time for... you, oh god, for you..." and he felt his vision blur, felt the wetness of tears stinging his burning cheeks. His mind was numb, and his cock was leaking, and he called Boone's name again and again like a mantra signaling his release. He was close, embarrassingly close already, but he really had been waiting so long for this.
He hadn't even known he'd been waiting.
Boone kissed him fiercely, hips moving in stuttered, erratic jerks against Arcade's clenched thighs and whispered. "Shh. I'm right here, babe. It's ok, I'm right here." His hushed voice held a hint of tenderness Arcade had never before heard from the sniper. "It's ok. You don't have to wait, anymore."
And with an anguished groan, Arcade felt himself pushed over the edge. He came, clenched fingers gripping tightly into Boone's back and tear streaked cheeks pressed hot against Boone's own face. Shudders wracked Boone's frame as the other man climaxed into his own fist, slicking both of their softening erections with his release.
It was ok. God, it was ok.
This was too far, probably, but Arcade knew that they had already crossed that point ages ago. They were too far gone, panting and slick and raw, and it was far, far too late to turn back.
---
The cool shade of night was just beginning to cloak the Mojave but already the small hotel room was darkened, lit only by the flashing New Vegas lights reflecting through the windows. Boone was asleep, one arm thrown haphazardly across his eyes and the other wrapped tightly around Arcade's shoulders, holding the other man against his chest. He breathed deeply, evenly. Arcade laid silent as sleep eluded him, idly counting the thumping heartbeats he could hear through Boone's sternum. He brain was buzzing with thoughts, with the stark realization that they were just two broken men, aching to replace what they had both lost. Filling the void with each others shattered pieces. There was something wrong with that, he knew, something fundamentally incorrect, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Perhaps, in the light of morning, things would be a little bit clearer.