“Mm,” he replied, pulling back enough to uncap the bottle. “Say please.” He slicked up his fingers temptingly, long and clever and decidedly not hard at work in Arthur’s ass.
“Please, you bossy little shit!” Arthur shoved him down. “Or I’ll do it myself and you won’t be invited!”
Syler grinned, kneeling between Arthur’s thighs and hooking his leg over his left shoulder to get a better angle, hand squeezing his knee where it rested over his shoulder. “There’s the spirit.” He pressed a finger teasingly against Arthur’s rim, already beautifully loosened from his shower earlier, slipping in without much resistance. Arthur ground down on it with a curse, groaning lowly. “Fucking fuck me, Syler.”
The engineer graced him with an intensely aroused look, already testing to see just how thoroughly the blond had prepared for him. Well enough, he wagered, that he could afford to repay the favor of the rim job he’d been given two nights prior with an enthusiastic round of fingering more geared to pleasure than practicality. He dropped his free hand from it’s place on Arthur’s knee, hooking it around the man’s hip and pressing it flush against his stomach before adding a second finger, delighting in the way his agent thrust upwards, cock bobbing. “I hear that patience is a virtue.”
“You’re a fucking tease,” he panted. Syler dropped a kiss to his inner thigh, scissoring in deeper, humming his agreement before he set to work in earnest, working his agent open with a single minded intensity and relish for every sound that escaped his mouth. They had the time, after all.
“Syler.” Ah, there was the tone of voice that he was looking for. Desperately needy, perfectly on edge, eager for a good fuck before he blew. His agent’s tip was absolutely weeping. Syler rolled on a condom and pressed the other man’s legs wide, settling into the space between and guiding his cock up to his entrance with one hand as he braced over top of him with the other.
“Look at me,” he ordered. Hazy blue eyes met his as the other man wrapped his legs tightly around his waist, bent in half and absolutely breathtaking. “Breath.” Syler pressed in slowly, groaning in time with the other man until he was balls deep in him. He dropped to his forearms, pressing a sloppy kiss to his agent’s mouth. Lord above, he didn’t know if he had the patience to last long.
Arthur wrapped his arms around his shoulders and arched up. “Move, darling.” Syler pulled back with a stilted moan, setting a slow pace that he had no hopes of maintaining for long. Arthur seemed uninterested in being patient for much longer himself. His hands moved to grip his ass, urging the other man to— “Put your fucking back into it, damnit.”
Let it not be said that Syler couldn’t take instructions well when they served to benefit him.
He snapped his hips into the other man with a grunt, pushing him deeper into the mattress at an absolutely brutal pace. Arthur groaned, short nails scrabbling for purchase along his back, hips bucking up to meet him with every thrust, legs wrapped around his waist like a vice grip. Syler pressed his mouth to the other man’s neck, working sloppy kisses up to the underside of his throat as he pounded into him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The blond canted up on a particularly deep thrust. Syler, ever the scientist, strove diligently to repeat the angle to see if the pattern held. Arthur whined, the noise doing spectacular things for the pressure in his balls. Syler wrapped a hand around the base of the other man’s shaft, tugging in time with the pace of his hips, eyes intent on the blond’s flushed face as he finally tipped over the edge, cock erupting in thick spurts. He buried his face in his lover’s neck, letting himself go with a groan, buried deep and panting through his own orgasm.
“God,” he whispered hoarsely, “you’re absolutely fucking gorgeous, Arthur.”
He nuzzled against the engineer’s dark hair, breath displacing a sweaty curl. “Mm, you should look in a mirror sometime, love.”
Syler smiled contentedly, pressing a kiss to the side of Arthur’s neck before drawing himself up to clean them both up. “Have the energy for a shower or is it a lost cause?”
“Moving isn’t even a remote possibility,” he murmured, grumpy over the absence of the other warm body in his bed. Syler dropped another kiss to his mouth, heading to the bath in search of a towel. A well fucked Arthur was apparently a useless Arthur, not that he could blame the man. He’d hardly been a fully functioning adult himself the last few nights. He dropped the towel in the laundry basket once he was done cleaning them up, mindful of the other man’s pointed look when he’d made to toss it on the floor.
“You’re so obnoxiously particular,” he teased, pulling back the sheets and encouraging the other man under them. He laid down facing him, grinning.
“You’re one to talk,” he muttered, already half asleep as he reached for his handler. He tucked himself in close, dragging the younger man’s arm across his waist, snuffling into the space beneath his jaw. If someone had asked Syler six months ago whether or not he thought his most difficult agent was a cuddler, he’d have laughed in their face. He stroked a hand down the older man’s back, content.
“Good night, Arthur.”
“Mm, night love.”
Syler pressed a fond kiss to his temple. It was entirely too soon to give voice to that feeling himself, but Arthur never did do anything by halves, always rushing in boldly and without fear. As he drifted off, he vowed to do everything in his power to remain deserving of the sentiment.
Epilogue
“Agent Dufault.”
“Deputy Perrin.”
Distantly, a technician groaned. The novelty of their flirting
