Someone wrote in [personal profile] falloutkinkmeme_backup 2012-03-23 01:29 am (UTC)

Nuclear Winter 4a

Arcade obliges, moaning aloud as the action of closing his legs firmly slotted their hips together. Boone continues to rub down against Arcade, swiveling his hips in a slow, circular grind. Knees planted firmly on either side of the doctor, Boone leans forward and braces himself on his hands, which sink immediately into the surrounding snow.

Now that the sniper was within grabbing distance, Arcade reaches up and wraps his arms around Boone's neck, drawing him down for a deep, open mouthed kiss. Boone nearly whimpers in shock as the snow-soaked jacket arms press into the back of his bare neck but doesn't pull away, instead leaning his weight more fully on to Arcade's shivering body, covering it with his own.

"You're cold, huh," Boone purrs into the doctor's ear. "Let me warm you up." It's bad, so cheesy but also so ridiculously sexy that Arcade can't help but oblige, pressing his gloved hands tightly against the back of Boone's head as the sniper slinks his way down the Arcade's body. He fumbles with the doctor's slacks, opening the zipper but leaving them pulled up (for which Arcade was quite thankful, as the thought of his bare ass getting covered in snow was not appealing in the slightest).

Boone peels open the other man's pants, letting his belt fall to the side. Instead of cold fingers he uses his lips and tongue to gently ease Arcade's thickening member out of his pants and into his mouth and, ok, that's pretty hot. In both the metaphorical and literal sense, Arcade notes- the heat of Boone's mouth is nearly searing in contrast to the freezing winter breeze. Arcade shivers delightedly at each pass of Boone's tongue, his spit slicked erection entirely too sensitive in the cold. "If this is part of the whole snow angel thing," he pants, squirming under the ex-recon's ministrations. "Then I've REALLY been missing out."

Boone grumbles in response, and Arcade keens at the tingly vibrations. "Oh... god. Craig." He sighs, skin awash with a fresh wave of shivers that had nothing to do with the cold. "I'm not gonna last long. Not after that stunt you pulled in my room."

He feels, more than hears, a soft chuckle from Boone, and he raises himself up on bent elbows to question why, exactly, the sniper found Arcade's pain so funny, but oh. That was a mistake. A BIG mistake. Because Boone had taken off his glasses, tossing them somewhere aside into the blankets of snow, and the site of the other man between Arcade's legs, eyes closed blissfully as he swallowed Arcade's length fully down his throat- it was too much for the doctor to bear. With a final, desperate noise that was more of a whine than a moan, Arcade squeezed his eyes shut and rode out the crashing waves of his climax, pressing his hips sharply up into Boone's mouth. Boone hummed around his softening member, gently suckling through each spurt and pulse until it slipped, completely flaccid, from between his slackened lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the junction of Arcade's thigh and just stays that way for a moment, softly breathing, before clearing his throat and mumbling into the other man's skin: "Maybe you should put yourself away...my hands are pretty cold."

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