“Fuck,” Charles groaned, digging his heels into Arthur’s back to brace himself against fucking up into the other man’s throat. He tried the touch again, unable to choke back a whine when the jolt of pleasure shot through his gut, arrow fast.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Arthur—” he chanted, running the tips of his nails just barely over the curve of his breasts.
Arthur pulled off Charles’ cock with an obscene pop, panting. “Change it up,” he demanded. “Couple a’ circles round those pretty nips, then grab yourself good, squeeze tight.” Then he was back on him, sliding smooth down the length of Charles’ shaft with a wet choking sound.
Charles obeyed immediately, unable to stop the arch of his back when the dirty thrill of being grabbed shot straight to his balls, a precision bullseye.
“Arthur,” he warned, releasing his chest to flick his fingers over his sharp tips, stomach jumping as his balls drew tight. “Close, so close—”
Arthur just surged forward, pulling Charles’ hips closer, taking the last bare inch that he could, nose fully nestled against the thatch of Charles’ curly pubes. His face was a mess, drooling, tears shining wet in the moonlight. He pressed close to Charles with his whole body, greedy, throat jumping and tightening as he swallowed ruthlessly.
Charles abandoned his chest to twist his hands in the thick, shaggy mid-lengths of Arthur’s hair, gripping tight for an anchor as his orgasm swept through him in a bright, sweltering wave of heat that hooked behind his belly. His release burned out from deep inside him to his fingertips, the curl of his toes. It left him trembling, breathless and dazed. Arthur swallowed him deep, one big hand stretching up Charles’ belly to rest possessively on his sternum.
Just as Charles started to twitch and whine, overstimulated, Arthur relented, pulling off to rest the side of his face on Charles’ spread thigh, looking up at Charles through the sweaty mess of his bangs.
“You really like doin’ that,” Charles panted, petting his hands through Arthur’s hair. He smiled when Arthur nudged into it, eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into the scratching of Charles’ nails. He made a soft, sweet sound when Charles ran a thumb against the mess on his chin, ducking to clean the trail of spit and cum from Charles’ fingers.
“You’re pretty when you cry,” Arthur rasped, voice shredded, completely unrepentant. His hand curled over the curve of Charles’ breast, tracing the furrow of his chest, covetous. “Ready for me?”
Charles nodded, scooching back up the cot to settle on Arthur’s pillow. “Just don’t get it in my hair.”
Arthur crawled back up Charles’ body, laying lengthwise against him, head to toe. He looked impossibly fond as he dropped a kiss against Charles’ brow, tucking flyaways behind Charles’ ear, the tips of his fingers lingering on the shell, sweetly affectionate.
Arthur smiled at Charles, precious and secret like the glint of gold in a riverbed. “Sunshine, I would never.”
Charles leaned up, pecking another kiss against those lips, tasting his own bitter salt. “How do we—”
Arthur pushed himself up, rearranging his limbs until he was kneeling on the cot, knees braced to either side of Charles’ waist.
Charles looked up at him, languorous, head resting sideways, one hand in his own hair while the other rested above his head. He stretched, spine arching against the taught canvas of the cot, sated satisfaction burning lazily from the joins of his shoulders to his curling toes. He regarded Arthur from under his lashes, warmth blooming in his chest when Arthur slid one hand to caress his right pec, thumb brushing lightly over his nipple. He tilted his jaw upwards, the sharpness of it beckoning Arthur forth for kisses.
Arthur obliged, nipping at the soft skin under Charles’ chin. That hunger was back in his eyes, sharp as a jackal’s.
Arthur rested his palms on the swell of Charles’ chest and ran his fingers against the abused flesh. With a hot look, Arthur ducked to bite and kiss against his handiwork, sucking further bruises into dark, scarred skin, biting and kissing. Charles gasped, as Arthur pushed Charles’ tits up and in, kneading.
“Fuck, Arthur,” Charles whimpered, toes curling as Arthur fucked his tongue lewdly into the furrow he’d created. “Tryna kill me?”
Arthur released his mouthful with a wet pop, lightly brushing his thumbs against Charles’ nipples just to hear him whimper, strung out and small.
“Just lie back, gorgeous,” Arthur murmured, shoulders hunching in muscular relief against his shirt as he bent double to take Charles’ mouth. “Lemme have ya.”
(from for mountains' majesty, a fic directly inspired by the above as well as my and kaph's unhinged thirst ranting about charles' tiddies)
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