“Fuck,” he breathed out, hands immediately gripping onto his agent’s hips. Arthur nuzzled into his neck, once, before nipping down at the space just below his jaw. He trailed bites down, tongue laving back up soothingly, hips grinding in a slow roll. Syler threw his head back, neck stretched out appealingly. Arthur didn’t even try to resist laying another kiss on his exposed throat.
“Fair warning,” he whined, cock already entirely hard as the older man went to work on his nipple, sucking attentively. “It’s been a while.”
Arthur hummed, blowing on the flushed red skin. “Same.” He ground his hips into Syler’s thigh to punctuate his point, his length dragging gloriously against Syler’s inner thigh even through the thin material of their briefs. The younger man his his leg around the back of Arthur’s thighs, using the leverage to press up into his stomach, back arching, already desperate for the friction. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the blond’s shoulders, pulling him up. His arms were pinned above his head in an instant. “No,” his blue eyes danced, teasing, breath ruffling his partner’s curls. “Stay.”
Syler glared and kissed him, all teeth. Arthur chuckled, returning to the lovely column of his neck. “You have a fascination with my throat,” he panted, straining up against the hands gripping onto his. The agent neatly swapped to a left handed grip, Syler’s wrists still trapped as he ran his right hand down his side, fingers teasing. He jumped, unamused.
“Ticklish?”
“I hate you.” Arthur kissed him quiet, mouth returning to its quest mapping his body. Syler managed to work a hand free, immediately tangling it into short blond hair, tugging, before giving up his grip to push down the other man’s pants. Arthur lifted his hips to slip them off in a well practiced move, mouth not breaking contact with Syler’s left hip bone, free hand sliding back to cup his ass and push his briefs aside. He pulled back, staring at his handler’s cock admiringly.
“Oh, fucking get on with it.”
“Mouthy,” his lips pressed closer to the base of Syler’s cock, “little,” a hand wrapping snugly around the shaft, “shit,” he breathed onto the tip, drawing back. Syler could have wept. “Condoms?”
“Bedside drawer, you absolute asshole,” he panted. Arthur grinned, already reaching with his free hand. He tore at the wrapper with his teeth, slipping the rubber down Syler’s cock in short order and going right back to teasing him with his hand, pressure just enough to keep him on edge but not nearly enough to put him over.
“Oh, fucking blow me or don’t, you unbelievable goddamned—” Syler let out a broken whine as Arthur swallowed him down, bobbing once, twice, then popping off.
“Turnabout is fair play, Syler.” He mouthed at the skin of his inner thigh, scraping his teeth lightly upwards. Syler bucked up helplessly, held in place by the other man’s weight settled between his legs. “And you have been teasing me for months, you little brat.”
Syler pressed the heel of his hand into the other man’s shoulder, shoving him back down. “Put your back into it, Dufault,” he gasped as Arthur swallowed him down. The blond hummed, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. “That’s it,” he whined, hips bucking upwards. “Faster.”
Arthur chuckled, coming off him with a wet pop. “You’re so bossy.”
“You like it,” he hissed back.
“I do,” and he set back to work. Syler was arching back again in a few moments, entirely too close. It really had been ages. He reached down, tugging roughly on Arthur’s hair, trying to pull him off.
“I’m not going to—fuck!” His hands fisted into the sheets, heels pressed into the mattress, spine arching up into Arthur’s mouth, balls gone tight and cock bursting without warning.
The other man chased after his mouth, kissing him roughly, hand wrapping around his own cock as he ground down against him, jerking himself furiously. Not to be entirely outdone, Syler bucked him off, flipping the man and relishing in his stunned expression, replacing his hand with his own, pulling unrelentingly until he spilled moments later.
Syler dropped onto his chest, panting into his neck. Arthur’s arms came up around him automatically. “Well, fuck me,” he stated, dazed.
“We so didn’t get to that, Arthur.”
“Next time.”
Syler huffed. “Your optimism regarding my stamina is wildly misplaced.”
They lapsed into silence, breathing slowing together, until the rapidly cooling mess between them risked becoming a nuisance. Arthur, invariably the more particular of them, reached blindly for his undershirt where it was discarded on the floor the night prior, wiping them both off. Syler pulled off the condom, tying it before tossing it in the waste bin beside the bed.
Arthur pulled him back down, settling him in the crook of his arm and nuzzling affectionately at his forehead, hand carding through his rumpled curls. “We should probably talk about this.”
“Yeah, probably.” The immediate problem was that he had no idea where to start. He tucked his head further into Arthur’s neck, self-proclaimed human disaster status on full display. He was, to put it mildly, not good at this.
“What do you want here, Syler?” Arthur always was the braver of them.
“You.”
“Gonna need more than that to go on, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve never been very good at relationships,” he murmured. He felt Arthur’s mouth stretch into a wide grin where it was pressed to his hair.
“You do want a relationship with me though?” His tone was distinctly hopeful.
“I thought that was a given.”
“Historically?” he scoffed. “Not for me. I’m batting a zero game on that front.”
Syler jerked his head up abruptly, stunned. “Are you honestly telling me you’ve never had someone?”
“Fun fact, Syler,” he sighed, tone weighted down with something distinctly melancholy. “The
