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Welcome Back [Heart in a Knot] - for Starknaked
It had been two months since Arthur had seen Tony. Two months of text messages, phone calls and stolen moments over web cam while Arthur worked a job in Moscow. It was supposed to have been done weeks ago - simple extraction but of course, it never goes the way it should go despite his every precaution. Sometimes, the mark just doesn't want to do what you mentally will them and expect them to do.
He was finally in Malibu again without a tail on his trail and at least a week before he was off to the next job. It was 5:30 in the morning (5:34 a.m. to be exact) and he knew that when he walked into Tony's house, Tony would be asleep. Instead of entertaining himself for the next several hours, he knew he would rather be at Tony's Malibu mansion and in the man's arms than anywhere else. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Tony would prefer the same.
It was 5:50 when he pulled up to the house in the rental car and it took hardly any time to get inside with what he needed (PASIV, messenger bag and suitcase), using the key Tony had given him so many months ago on that first job. He left everything resting inside of the doorway (he wouldn't be needing them right away) and locked the door before heading up the steps to Tony's room - keeping silent as he did so as to not wake anyone else.
Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when he stepped into the older man's bedroom and shut the door gently behind him. Not completely silent so as to completely startle Tony but still keeping it quiet.
Fuck, but he had missed him.
He toed of his shoes and socks, removed his suit jacket and rested it over a chair before undoing the buttons on his waist coat. The entire time, he kept his gaze on Tony's form underneath the blankets. Knowing him, he had probably only been asleep for only an hour or two at most. They were very much alike in that regard.
Before long, Arthur slid underneath the blanket next to Tony with only a pair of boxers on.
He was finally in Malibu again without a tail on his trail and at least a week before he was off to the next job. It was 5:30 in the morning (5:34 a.m. to be exact) and he knew that when he walked into Tony's house, Tony would be asleep. Instead of entertaining himself for the next several hours, he knew he would rather be at Tony's Malibu mansion and in the man's arms than anywhere else. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Tony would prefer the same.
It was 5:50 when he pulled up to the house in the rental car and it took hardly any time to get inside with what he needed (PASIV, messenger bag and suitcase), using the key Tony had given him so many months ago on that first job. He left everything resting inside of the doorway (he wouldn't be needing them right away) and locked the door before heading up the steps to Tony's room - keeping silent as he did so as to not wake anyone else.
Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when he stepped into the older man's bedroom and shut the door gently behind him. Not completely silent so as to completely startle Tony but still keeping it quiet.
Fuck, but he had missed him.
He toed of his shoes and socks, removed his suit jacket and rested it over a chair before undoing the buttons on his waist coat. The entire time, he kept his gaze on Tony's form underneath the blankets. Knowing him, he had probably only been asleep for only an hour or two at most. They were very much alike in that regard.
Before long, Arthur slid underneath the blanket next to Tony with only a pair of boxers on.
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Rocking against him, grinding the hard length of his dick roughly against his lover as he canted his head. Deepening the kiss, desperate in a way that only a man that was used to daily sex could get.
"Think... think we can use lotion for lube," he murmured between kisses, knowing they didn't have any actual lube in the bathroom.
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He panted for breath between kisses. "Lotion," he nodded his head sharply.
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Letting himself revel there in the sensations. The heat of the water. The slickness of Arthur's skin. The soft sounds his lover made. All the little things he hadn't paid attention to before. Not until now.
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“Arthur. Fuck. I can’t. I need you. Later I will give you everything you deserve but now, now I need you.”
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Grabbing the bottle, he turned to look at his lover. Drenched and dripping water, he smiled at him widely. “Damn you look good,” he admitted with a low whistle.
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His lips curled up at the praise. "Course, I do," he said, not the least bit modest. Tony was rubbing off on him...figuratively and literally.
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"And you know it," he laughed. "I like that."
He stalked closer, moving back into the shower and closing the glass door. "Turn around," he murmured softly.
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Two months was too fucking long.
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Pouring the lotion into his hand, he got his fingers ready so he could loosen Arthur up. That was an entirely other reason that two months was a long time.
His free hand slid over Arthur’s back, then to his ass, holding one ass cheek aside as he used his fingers to slowly start to tease and open his lover.
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Right here.
One touch of Tony's fingers over the cleft of his ass caused a shudder to slide down his spine and a rugged breath to escape his lips. He wanted to feel that stretch from Tony's fingers, stretch from his cock after so fucking long. He visibly relaxed so Tony could open him up easier, stretch him easier.
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The first digit made him groan, shifting to grind his cock against his lover's hip. "God, that's it,' he moaned, shuddering as he pushed finger against him, grinding against him harder.
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Arthur felt Tony's hard cock press against his hip and groaned, pressing back against him. "Fuck -- more," he groaned, biting on his lip as he clenched around his finger. But he knew it had been two months and he was tight.
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Instead he worked a second digit into his lover, working his ass open eagerly.
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“Baby. Fuck. Work yourself back. I can’t wait,” he groaned, scissoring his fingers, twisting them, wanting more and just barely pushing that edge of too fast in his desperation for more.
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Though emotionally he felt it was bound to happen eventually, he wouldn't want to but it was what he did. He would just try hard not to.
Just like now. Kissing and nuzzling, working those digits in him as he slowly worked in another at Arthur's behest. Working him open with a soft panting sound as he licked the water from the shell of his ear.
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Arthur would try hard not to be the one to emotionally hurt Tony either. Arthur wasn't exactly innocent but he would try hard not to hurt Tony. Eventually, he knew, it could happen intentionally or not.
He panted and made a low sound in the back of his throat as Tony's fingers worked him open. "Yeah -- like that," he mumbled, pressing back against them and licked his lips. Arthur slid a hand down the slick wall and reached around to grab Tony by the hip/thigh, whatever skin that was within reach.
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It didn't stop him from working those fingers though, hard, faster, twisting them to get him open and slick and ready.
"God, that's it,"he moaned. "Fuck, need you."
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The humming soon deepened as he groaned.
"Now -- read - ready, fuck," he groaned, clenching around his fingers. "Com'mon Tony," he pressed back against him.
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He didn't stop when Arthur asked for it. Not for a few more minutes. Not until he felt Arthur was ready and didn't just want it.
But the pleading got to him, so he moved his hand. Slicking up his fingers once more, he stroked himself a couple of times, making sure he wouldn't hurt his lover.
Then he was pushing against him, groaning against Arthur's neck.
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Arthur bit down on his bottom lip and forced himself to relax so he'd have an easier time. He made a low embarrassing sound in the back of his throat, having needed and wanted this for the last two months.
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“So fucking hot,” he groaned, nipping the back of Arthur’s neck. It was a move born of possession, still fighting the desire to buck, to slam into him until they were both too weak to stand.
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