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Arcade introduces the slightly reluctant Courier to rimming. Perhaps he's eating him out while the Courier is both incredibly embarassed and turned on, flushing all over?

Oh shit, rimming's not even my kink but I need this. SECONDED.

Do you mind if it's a manlyman!courier? Or would you prefer someone a bit younger and inexperienced?

OP here. I would actually kind of prefer a manlyman!courier to be honest! :D but either way would make me happy : )

Excellent. I'm so on this.

Bernardo actually jumped like he had been burned. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, eyes gone wide.

Arcade pulled back a bit, running one hand affectionately over the swell of the courier's ass. "Was it really not obvious?"

Bernardo opened his mouth soundlessly, looking back at Arcade over his shoulder. "I just. I." Arcade sat back on his knees, sinking slightly into the abused mattress. Bernardo could take all the time he wanted trying to awkwardly express his surprise -- that meant Arcade got some time to drink in the sight of him like this, all battlehewn muscles and fading scars, tan and powerful and spread open before him on his elbows and knees. If only he hadn't thought Arcade was joking with the suggestion that he leave his cowboy hat on.

Speaking of. The courier lifted a hand to push back some of the sweatdampened black hair that had fallen in his eyes, a rare nervous habit that only Arcade really knew as such, and sucked in a breath. "Didn't know that was a... thing," he settled on.

Arcade blinked. "I have literally let you hogtie me and you're saying you're unfamiliar with the concept of a rimjob."

Bernardo gave a little sigh torn between frustration and the need of being left hanging mid-pleasure. "Yes, doll, that's what I'm saying."

"That's... kind of great, actually. I finally have something to teach you that doesn't require a lengthy explanation and basic understanding of electronics."

Bernardo cleared his throat awkwardly. "Think again. About... about the 'explanation' part, I'm hoping electronics ain't gonna come into play here."

"Seriously? You need this explained? You're usually a quick one." Arcade sighed, shifting so he could lean closer to the courier. Bernardo twisted slightly to better face him, and Arcade steadied himself with a hand on his brawny shoulder. "Okay, here's the short version," Arcade said softly, knowing the blunt approach was always best with this man, "think about how good my fingers feel in you. Then think about how good my mouth feels on your cock. Combine those general sensations, substantially lessen the penetration factor, add heaping loads of how gloriously filthy you'll feel letting me do this to you and boom: I'll have you begging for it. That's what I'm offering you."

Bernardo licked his lips, Arcade close enough to feel the man's breath on his face. "I. Okay?"

Arcade leaned in and kissed his lips quick. "Just trust me, sweetheart."

"Oh, now yer just not playing fair."

Arcade chuckled, but at least Bernardo didn't look terrified of him anymore. The courier was eight feet of sex and rough angles, it was just unsettling when he looked unsettled. Arcade gave him another swift kiss and said, "If you don't like it, I'll stop. But remember how reticent I was to being tied up. I'm sure you recall how that ended."

Bernardo flashed a quick, shaky grin at the memory, then nodded as Arcade pulled back. He situated himself deliciously back onto his elbows and knees, obeying when Arcade murmured, "Spread open a little more for me, babe," shifting his knees apart and taking a steadying breath.

Arcade leaned in and spread his hands over Bernardo's ass, hearing the deep intake of breath like the man was worried he was about to be stabbed. Arcade took a moment to slowly knead the sweatslicked flesh of Bernardo's cheeks in both his hands, then spread them apart and lightly brushed a thumb over his hole, the courier jumping a little again and quickly apologizing sorry, reflex. Arcade allowed himself a sly chuckle, then flicked his tongue out, brushing against his target in quick, featherlight bursts.

Bernardo was still completely tense, but Arcade could see where his hands were fisting at the sheets, could hear strained groans escaping his throat. "Hell fire, darlin'," the courier breathed, dusky voice gone even lower and rougher.

After another moment of light, gentle licks and nothing but tension from Bernardo's end, Arcade paused and pulled back enough to speak. "I can stop if you want," he offered softly.

"Don't you dare," Bernardo panted.

Arcade grinned to himself, heat flaring in his body at the needy note in the courier's voice. He rewarded him with a long, flat drag of his tongue and the resulting moan tore right through him, lancing right to the core of him. He spread the courier's cheeks open further and lapped at his ass in long, firm strokes, Bernardo's body finally breaking in a shiver and he curled in on himself, hissing broken curses against the bedsheets.

There was just something about Bernardo, always level-headed and solid and composed even in the messiest of battles, coming undone like this, melting into a writhing mass of muscles, letting loose a litany of ragged moans and undignified whines, that made Arcade unabashedly proud when he realized that it was all from his ministrations. Because seriously, just a few minutes of eating Bernardo out and the man had gone from tense and unsure to shamelessly pushing back against Arcade's mouth, panting praise and gratitude when Arcade spread him open further and pushed his tongue past the ring of muscle.

His tongue burned from exertion and his cock ached on the verge of pain, but this was too good, and after one particularly delicious desperate broken whine Arcade freed one of his hands to come around and wrap around the courier's length, earning him another wonderfully wanton noise of gratitude. He closed his eyes, just focusing on the smell of Bernardo, the heady musky intimate scent that as far as he was concerned was only for him, lapping at Bernardo's ass and beating him off in languid strokes.

"Fuck... so close, darlin', so goddamn close," and Arcade picked up the pace at Bernardo's raspy pleas, heart racing as he heard the begging turn to a low, strained groan and felt hot bursts of come roping through his fingers.

Bernardo was a panting mess, but he still reflexively grabbed Arcade's wrist when he offered his hand, sucking his own come clean off the doctor's long fingers. Arcade's neglected cock twitched cruelly and he gave a strained huff of a laugh. "That will never not be hot, how you just do that," he observed breathlessly.

Bernardo's eyes opened and they flashed as they met Arcade's, and he pushed up onto his knees and twisted, catching Arcade around the waist and maneuvering him onto his back. Arcade happily let himself be manhandled -- one of those things he'd had to get used to when it came to sharing Bernardo's bed -- melting back into the mattress as his lover prowled over him.

"How you are always so energetic after coming, I will never know," Arcade hissed, tilting his head back as Bernardo bit and sucked at his neck.

Bernardo just grunted and dragged his hands possessively over Arcade's body, moving to trail half-formed kisses over his chest, his belly, lips wrapping around his cock with absolutely no warning and making him arch. He had barely buried his hand in Bernardo's long black hair when he was moving again, pulling off his cock with an obscene slurp and lifting Arcade's thighs up with an effortless push of his big hands. Arcade opened his mouth to ask what was happening but the question devolved into a raw groan at the feeling of a hot, slick tongue experimentally brushing against his hole. He heard Bernardo chuckle, felt the hot gust of his breath and shuddered at the dark purr of, "Your turn, doll."

-fin.

there are no words, only boners. Hot!

Wait, why doesn't this have more comments?

It's awesome.

YES WONDERFUL....
oh wow.... so fantastic!!!

Holy JESUSFUCK this is AMAZING.

At first, I was like, no. That's gross.
Then I was all HOLY FUCK YESSSSS~.

I got a new kink now, methinks.

Another kink in my wiring, thanks to you, A!A.

Hot.

Holy living fuck, that was hot.

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