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Arcade/The King - Sweating Out Confessions [2b/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)"Tryin'," the King pants as Arcade lazily traces a finger tip over his hole, making him jump slightly. "Honestly. Just... relaxin' ain't in my nature, I guess."
"If you think blathering on about your 'nature' is going to get you unbound, you are quite mistaken," Arcade says, and he moves up the King's body again, settling at his side. "Close your eyes."
"What?" the King asks, darting a glance over to Arcade.
"Just close your eyes," Arcade says, simply.
The King takes a beat but obeys, letting his lids fall closed and trying to steady his breathing. He feels a fingertip brush over his lower lip, and the featherlight touch makes him shudder. He feels it in gusts of warm air when the doc starts talking. "Let me tell you about another Follower I used to travel with," Arcade says. "No one you know, I assure you. He never settled in Freeside. This was years ago when I was traveling -- Followers always travel in pairs." He dips fingertips past the King's parted lips and salt bursts sharp over the King's tongue, and he keeps his mouth pliant as Arcade wets the pad of his middle and forefinger. "Which can be very convenient.
"We were hard up for shelter for the night, wound up having to bunk in this old office building." Arcade withdraws his fingers and the King almost follows chases them with his tongue. "We had been walking all day so I practically passed out, but I woke up not long later and heard him making some... obvious noises. Keep your eyes closed."
The King nearly says I don't need to be told twice but all that leaves his mouth is a hitched sound and he twists when wet fingertips trace over his nipple.
"God, you're so responsive to everything, it's fantastic," the doc's voice is rough and breathy against his face, and his own breathing is heavy. "As I was saying," as he rolls the King's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and he details his fellow Follower leaning against the edge of a desk, beating off like his life depended on it, eyes shut tight and noises barely restrained.
"And when an opportunity like that presents itself, well," and the King arches into the hand moving from toying with him to spread flat down his chest, his belly, "well, let's just say it makes me feel opportunistic."
The King's own breathless chuckle sounds out-of-body to him. "Kinda like tonight," he says.
"Please, you're a much better catch than a road-haggard self-ascribed anthropologist," Arcade chuckles, "but yes, kind of like tonight."
The coil in the King's gut lurches hot when those fingertip just barely graze the underside of his cock where it lays flat on his belly, a teasing touch and he is not remotely proud of the undignified whine he gives when Arcade's warm hand wraps around his shaft.
"You're still wound up so tight," Arcade says, keeping his hand still and trailing parted-lipped kisses along the King's arm, which flexes under the warm touch.
"Just," the King pants, "keep talkin'. Please."
Arcade obliges, moving his fist in slow, languid strokes as he shamelessly details another story that floods the King's head with images, fingers twitching in white-blonde hair as Arcade's head bobs in the lap of a faceless Follower, Arcade rising from his knees and turning him around, bending him over the desk and pushing long spitslicked fingers inside of him, and when the King suddenly sees himself filling out that second labcoat he bucks up fiercely into Arcade's grip.
Arcade/The King - Sweating Out Confessions [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)His senses are swimming but he obeys, and Arcade pushes his length between the cleft where the King's thighs meet, where his skin is already sheened with sweat. "You have fantastic legs," the doctor says in a ragged sigh, "in case you're not aware."
The King squeezes his thighs together experimentally and watches as Arcade's carefully constructed restraint crumbles, listen to him groan and feels his fingers tighten in their grip around his knees. Arcade thrusts against him with his full body, and the King's cock is aching but he doesn't fight his binds anymore, he just surrenders, just lays back with heart racing as he watches Arcade, the tension building on his face, the flush overtaking is pale skin, listens to the grunts and whimpers that crescendo into one final moan.
Arcade takes a moment to steady himself before shifting his knees, gently pulling the King's legs apart and he barely registers how stiff they feel from flexing tight, the strain in his hips unfurling as his legs drop, when his entire focus in pinpointed to Arcade's tongue lapping at his own seed, soft tongue and lips making short work of the mess on the King's inner thighs before moving on to his cock.
Mingling washes of relief and sudden fresh tension flood his senses and even with Arcade's arm draped over his belly it's difficult not to thrust into the hot, tight seal of his mouth, against the slick tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. He breathes out a litany of obscenities, overwhelmed. "Not gonna last long," he warns Arcade in a voice he barely recognizes, the one reserved for bleary awakenings and the rare night he falls deep into the bottle with Pacer, utterly devoid of practiced persona.
When Arcade pulls breifly off his cock the King can see a twist of the victorious smile he's trying to hold back. "Lasted longer than I thought you would," he says, and the King can't even retaliate, just arches when his cock in enveloped in wet heat once more, screws his eyes shut as he arches back and now he's moaning in that unfamiliar voice, his entire body shuddering as he finally lets go.
He melts bonelessly into the mattress as Arcade gently sucks the last of the come from his spent cock, and when his wrists are freed he groans softly from the ache of letting his arms come to rest at his sides. His body is overtaken by warmth as his pounding heart finds a more suitable pace, and he watches Arcade dress in a bliss-addled haze.
"Hey, doc," he says, words heavy in his throat with the promise of imminent sleep and a warm smile he can't keep from his face. Arcade looks over his shoulder at him as he's buckling the belt back around his hips, lifts an eyebrow in response. "When you tell this story, I'd appreciate it if you keep my identity vague."
"Naturally," Arcade says easily. "Good storyteller can't give away all his secrets."
-fin.
Re: Arcade/The King - Sweating Out Confessions [2c/2] OP
(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)be over here
casually discarding my undergarments
sdfsdjfhjksdhf this was perfectomundo. The King's accent slipping, belts, intercrural, my delight at waking up to this A-grade rolled gold quality. Yes. You are a Good Man.
Re: Arcade/The King - Sweating Out Confessions [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)no image or animated gif.
just my constantly beating heart, speeding at the pace of OMG.
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