This one’s for lolahardy, who prompted this:
Porny gif here
PROMPT: Established relationship, age difference too! Arthur, like the gif I sent, enticing Eames before his bath to do dirty things to him because Eames is resisting. Why he’s resisting I leave up to you. This is so vague and I’m sorry. The gif was so Arthur and I just want some age!kink!
“I’m doing the washing up, is it urgent?” Eames called from the kitchen. He was glad the tub faucet had stopped running because he didn’t fancy trying to be heard over that; as it was he wasn’t sure he was much more than a muffled shout from the bathroom.
“Eames, come here, please!” Arthur didn’t sound like he was dying or anything, but he was pretty adamant. Eames dried his hands on a tea towel, cast a baleful glance over the rest of the dishes, and walked to the bathroom door.
He knocked lightly. “Y’alright in there, love?” He winced at himself. It was endearments like that that sent him down that ill-advised path months ago. He was meant to be a rock, a stable home for Arthur to finish up his final university classes without the pressure of a full-time job. He’d promised Cobb and Mal he’d take good care of their little protege, and he had more than his share of guilt for just how liberally he’d taken the phrase “take care of”.
“No, I just. I’d rather not explain through the door. Just come in, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
Well used to Arthur’s impatience, Eames smirked. He’d love to just walk in there, but. “Arthur, we discussed this. I don’t think it’s appropriate and we agreed we’d stop this nonsense.”
“Oh for God’s sake. Eames, you going to help me or what?”
Not really believing Arthur had a situation he couldn’t handle himself — ever — Eames nonetheless closed his eyes and turned the handle, shaking his head at himself already.
His eyes still closed, Eames held onto the door handle and took one step into the room. He heard the splash of water and despite his best intentions, cracked one eye open.
Then he snapped them both open because Arthur was biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut like he was in pain.
“Shit, Arthur, you all right?”
Arthur let out a little groan and shifted, feet squeaking a little on the tub. “No, Eames. I’m trying but. I can’t quite…”
Another squeak on the tub as Arthur adjusted again. Eames was halfway across the bathroom already and hadn’t even noticed how he got there. Belatedly he realized he’d already tilted his head to see better where Arthur’s fingers were pressing up into his ass.
“Jesus Christ, Arthur. I can’t. You shouldn’t have called me in here. We can’t keep doing this.”
“My fingers don’t go very deep. Ffffuck. It feels good but it’s not like yours. I just…”
Arthur planted his feet on the edge of the tub and thrust his hips upwards, trying to jam his fingers deeper. His cock was laying on his belly, hard and glistening with the tub water, rivulets running upwards over his slender torso towards his clavicle.
Eames swallowed hard.
“Eames, help me, Jesus. Don’t just stand there.”
“Arthur, you’re going to slip and injure something. Stop that.”
“Then help me.”
“All right, all right, just settle back in before you hurt yourself. On the tub I mean. Oh hell.”
Eames stepped forward and helped Arthur ease back down, hooking one of his calves over the tub edge and leaning the other knee on the tub wall. He thought idly that it was useful his sleeves were already rolled up from doing the washing up, then shook his head at himself for getting himself into this again. But Arthur looked up at him with those rich brown eyes and his tongue wetting his bottom lip and Eames was lost, so lost.
He slid his hand over Arthur’s calf, pausing to rub his thumb in soothing circles over Arthur’s knee, before gliding up the soft inside of his thigh. He circled a finger around Arthur’s hole, and sighed at him.
“Arthur, I think the lube you used is water soluble. It’s not doing a very good job, hold on.”
He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a different bottle of lube. Coating his fingers, he had another moment of questioning his life choices. Cobb and Mal would have him killed if they knew. Killed slowly, if Mal was in charge. He turned back to Arthur whose agitation was gone now that he got what he wanted.
Eames crossed the few steps in a rush and dropped to kiss Arthur filthily, pushing in his tongue and coaxing Arthur to lick back — which he did, with alacrity as always.
Without looking, Eames slid in two fingers in one go and Arthur uttered a groan that had Eames’s cock filling further. It was beginning to get uncomfortable against his trousers but he let it be.
“Stroke yourself, darling. Wank yourself for me while I do this. I want to watch you.”
“O-okay,” said Arthur, breathless. As bossy as he was generally, Eames ordering him around in bed always stole his thunder in the best possible way. It made Arthur compliant, and Arthur always seemed to push for that moment and get disappointed if Eames failed to take charge.
“That’s it, I’m adding another finger now. Fuck yourself up into your fist. It’s all right, I’ll make sure your ass is getting it.”
“Fffuuck,” said Arthur, beginning to lose it. His cockhead was dark pushing up out of his fist and he started to lose his rhythm. Eames added a finger and Arthur moaned, long and dirty and when Eames pushed in as far as he could, Arthur’s strokes got rough and fast before strings burst out, white in the water.
“Out,” said Eames. “I’ll help you dry off. Then get to my bedroom because I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you till you see stars and your cock is hard again, and if you’re very good I’ll suck you until you come in my mouth.”
Arthur’s eyes went wide; Eames had ordered him about before but never like this, only ever with small instructions, little adjustments to what they were already doing. Eames swallowed again, preparing an apology.
“Yes. Please, Eames. Fuck me so hard.”
Arthur was standing in the tub and Eames smacked his bum. “Out,” he said. Arthur smiled.