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“Alright there?” Eames asks after a few seconds and it's then that Arthur realises that there are hands petting his flank, fingers tracing the sides of his spine soothingly. He opens his eyes to find Eames smiling softly at him, waiting.
“Perfect,” Arthur murmurs, unwinding his stiff legs from behind Eames and easing himself back a little. The movement jostles the thick, hard cock in him and he gasps, sensitive and raw.
“Shh, just give me a second, pet. I’ve got you,” Eames replies, as he slowly eases Arthur onto his back. Once he’s got them settled, Arthur feels Eames slowly ease out of him.
“What, not planning on finishing what you started?”
Arthur is damned if he’s gonna have the best orgasm of his life and have Eames jerk himself off in the shower just because he came before the alpha. He’d half expected him to fuck him through his orgasm, to fuck him until he came himself.
Not that he’d know, it’s rare that he comes before his partner and his lack of experience with alphas leaves only assumptions to draw from.
Although, he really should stop relying on either past experience or his assumptions— and fears— about alphas when dealing with Eames.
“Not going to fall asleep on me midway?”
“Would you keep fucking me if I did?”
“If you wanted me to.”
“Kinky, but for now, I think I’m good with you just fucking me until you come.”
Arthur turns over and gets his hands and knees under him, looking at Eames with a smirk. “You’ve always wanted to do me like this, right?”
Eames takes no time to drape himself over Arthur’s back, cock grinding into his ass. “I’m not going to be gentle on you this time, Arthur.”
“Didn’t ask you t- ah!” he cries out as Eames pushes inside in a long hard thrust. His sensitivity from just having come amps up the sensations until he’s straddling the line of pleasure and pain in a very delicious way.
“Brace yourself,” the alpha growls in his ear before straightening up and gripping Arthur’s hips. And then he fucking goes to town on Arthur’s ass, fucking him hard and fast. If he’d thought Eames was being rough earlier, he’s sorely reminded that he has a red-blooded alpha behind him desperate to lay his claim on the omega under him.
He almost whites out with pleasure, knowing he’s going to be sore as all hell tomorrow but he doesn’t have a single fuck to give about that. He’s almost brainless with sensation, and it thrills him to be used in this way by Eames - hello, new kink.
Fuck. This is why he doesn’t do alphas. Because sex with them gives him exactly what he wants. It’s so good it shuts off his brain. If it didn’t have the pesky side effect of shutting his inhibitions too, he’d never have stayed away from alphas for this long. Or, a traitorous part of his mind whispers, it could just be this alpha, this person that’s capable of doing this to him.
Time dilates and collapses in the face of those jackrabbit thrusts that push the air out of Arthur’s lungs. His ass smarts from where Eames’ hips smack against it, the sound of impact obscene. His fingers clench in the bedspread as the alpha nails his prostate, his outbreaths growly as if he were on the verge of his rut.
It’s beyond hot and Arthur wishes he could see how insane he’s driving Eames without even doing anything. Just him and his body and his scent causing Eames to become almost feral. It gives him a heady sense of power.
He doesn’t know how long it takes for him to feel Eames’ pace falter, he’s just trying to keep himself upright enough to enjoy the ride, and then the alpha is coming, pressing his face into Arthur’s shoulder blades and moaning into his skin, pulling him back onto his cock as he empties into the condom.
His hips stutter shallowly before collapsing onto Arthur’s back, both of them fall on the bed with a thump with Eames on top of him. Arthur’s breath punches out of his lungs at the impact and he curses under his breath before pushing the heavy weight off of him.
They both hiss when Eames slips out roughly, and yeah, maybe he should’ve thought of the fact that his fat cock was still in him before he shoved him away but sue him for not being able to think after almost having his back broken by the alpha. And then the bastard had to go and fall on him too.
“The fuck w’s that?” Arthur glares at Eames lying next to him on his back.
“Blacked out a little,” Eames mumbles, his eyes barely open, and Arthur has to concentrate to parse the words he speaks, “Your fault.”
“Asshole.”
Arthur huffs, holding himself up on his elbow to glance down at where Eames’ deflating condom-covered cock rests. “At least throw the condom away, you brute.”
“Mm.”
“Eames?” Arthur watches in disbelief as the forger’s breaths deepen. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
He’d be the kind to pass out after he comes. Of course. Why was Eames put on this earth if not to trigger every one of Arthur’s pet peeves.
“You’d better be glad I’m feeling generous,” Arthur mutters as he rises up to carefully remove the condom, careful to not get the sticky semen on his hands as he ties it off and tosses it in the trash can.
He does a cursory wipe of his belly with the nearest piece of fabric and pauses before he can do the same to Eames. There’s something inordinately pleasing about the physical proof of his mark on Eames. His spend, his scent seeping into his pores. Fuck it. He can indulge this petty little omega need of his for once. Not that anyone’s awake enough to know.
Biting his lip, he diverts to wiping off whatever he can from Eames’ hands - the bastard doesn’t even stir and if it weren’t such a testament to how safe Eames feels with Arthur then he’d be surprised no one’s offed him in his sleep yet. Many have been tempted, he’s sure.
“You’re so annoying,” Arthur whispers to Eames’ sleeping face once he’s tossed the tshirt-turned-cumrag aside.
Shaking his head at himself, he lays his head down on Eames’ shoulder, sliding his leg between Eames, and rests his hand on his chest. After just a few, floaty minutes of playing with his chest hair, Arthur falls into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.
Eames’ arm curls around Arthur’s waist, holding him close.