hello, good morning, love -- for starknaked

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It was a month in on this job from hell, or so he was starting to mentally refer to it as, and there was a faint light at the end of the tunnel that he could faintly see. They were hardly to the point where Arthur would feel confident in saying they were ready but they were making progress.

As he had promised, Arthur sent a text at least once a week even if it was as simple as 'i'm alive', 'hey' and 'how was your day'. Something where Tony knew he was alive and well.

It was Friday and even Arthur, the workaholic that he was prone to be, wanted the evening off just as much as everyone else seemed to. Instead of hitting a local restaurant or bar with the others, Arthur decided to return to his hotel suite and order in room service.

With his order in front of him and a glass of wine, Arthur picked up his phone and thought about what time it would be in California. 7:15 in the evening in Paris was roughly 10 AM in California. If Tony didn't get back to him now, Arthur would be up for a while either way.

Alone and I want you. Oh, and good morning, love.

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Arthur groaned deeply at the mental image and rocked into his hand. "Want to be down there, sucking you down and make you moan," he said, stroking his cock. He licked his lips. "Just want you too - think about you, your voice, your cock..."

His breathing was becoming heavier as he continued to stroke his cock. With a wet finger, he reached further down to circle his entrance, his breath hitching as a result.

[starknaked]

Panting softly, trying hard not to breathe too loud. Just so that he could hear Arthur, hearing the sounds he made, the tiniest of reactions that left him so hard it was nearly painful.

"Hold tight to your hair, choking you until I know you're close. Drag you up by your hair," he murmured, voice rough and thick with need as he stroked himself, forcing himself to be slow, wanting to have the control, to get what he wanted from Arthur first. "Slam you face first over the table and make you beg for it."

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"Fuck, Tony," he moaned and curled his fingers around his cock again, stroking himself. HIs eyes were partway closed as he became lost in what was going on between them. "Fuck," Arthur repeated.

"I want you fucking me, Tony. Hard and fast or slow and deep - just want your cock," he murmured, his voice also thick with arousal and need.

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He kept this up and he wouldn't need to touch himself to get off. Just thinking about that beautiful body and hearing Arthur asking for it like he was. "Put my hand between your shoulders, hold you down like that and fuck you into the side of that table. Dammit, Arthur. Think about it fucking daily. Haven't fucked anyone since you left and never going to make it."

It was more admission than he'd meant to make, caught up in emotions and lust, and not all those emotions having to do with sex and everything to do with the man on the other end of the phone.

"You're mine," he growled. "I know that. Can't not have you."

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"You better not," Arthur growled in response to Tony's comment about not fucking anyone else. But he knew that whatever rumors there were were just that, rumors. "I do too, Tony. Haven't looked or thought about anyone else but you." The job aside, Tony Stark was the only man that truly was on his mind. It wasn't just about the sex, it was about a lot more than just that. A lot more that Arthur had resisted thinking about too deeply until he admitted, in not so many words, to Tony that he felt claimed by him already.

"Mm, so you'd fuck me in front of the board?" he asked, his voice taking on a semi teasing tone. He slowed his strokes down and groaned low, sliding his thumb over the head of his cock. "Tony --"

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He hadn't expected that command, and realizing that he wouldn't. Not just because Arthur said that but because he had no desire. "Then you damn well better get home soon," he growled. "How long do you expect me to wait to get my dick sucked," he asked, yet knowing he would wait as long as it took. Swallowing down the panic that came with that thought, stroking himself slow and sure.

"Damn right I would. Would you let me? Let me fuck you, make you mine, in front of everyone," he demanded to know. "Come on, Boy. Tell me how close you are."

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While Tony was the dominant one in this relationship, that didn't mean Arthur was exactly passive by any means and could be a little commanding himself when the situation arose. "Until I get home to suck you just like I have to wait to be fucked."

Arthur tightened his hand and moaned. He was close and could feel himself get closer, all thanks to Tony's words and voice. "Close -- so close," he bit out, rocking into his hand. "Tony --" he bit down on his bottom lip to hold in his whimper or his begging.

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"Too damn long," he said, less of a growl and much more a whimper. He wanted Arthur back and safe and in his arm. It would have to wait but after, if they really did go public with this all, he would have to make a lot of decisions and changes, including Arthur running off like this.

"Say it. You keep saying my name," he growled, recovering himself. "You know you want to ask so do it. Come on. Beg me to get you off."

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Once Arthur was back in his right frame of mind, there would be a lot of decisions he would have to make and changes if they were seriously going to go into this. A lot of people in the black market -- in the dream community knew his face, knew his reputation (his hard earned reputation) and he did enjoy the job. He didn't enjoy being away from Tony though - not for this long. For now, those thoughts didn't exactly fully register in his mind - what mattered the most to him was this.

Arthur groaned and rocked his hips up into his hand, whimpering. "Please, Tony -- can I..." he bit on his bottom lip, tightening his hand around his cock as he stroked.

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Deep down Tony wasn't sure that Arthur would actually ask for permission. That he even came that close make Tony's cock jerk, hand speeding over his dick.

"That's it," he groaned. "You're so close. Come on then," he moaned. "As me and I'll let you come for me," he moaned, hips rolling and the bed creaking.

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'I wish you were fucking me, stretching and opening me up," he groaned out, his hand speeding over his dick. "On the desk, in bed, against a door or wall..."

The bed was creaking underneath him as he continued rocking and rolling his hips into his hand. "Fuck, fuck -- please, Tony," he groaned out - needing, wanting the older man. It wasn't the asking that Tony was asking for but that was as close as he got.

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"Fuck. Fuck..." He paused, holding his breath just so he could hear Arthur. The sound of his breath, the sound of springs and then those words. Breathless and sexy and delicious.

"Fucking come for me," he demanded. "Do it, Arthur. Come imagining me riding you hard. My fucking ass." Stroking himself harder, gasping as he made the demand.

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Before Arthur realized it, he was gasping and whining as he came hard all over his hand and stomach. He worked himself through his orgasm, breathing hard. "Fuck --," he said eventually, his voice rough.

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Tony held his breath, listening to Arthur's release. Moaning softly, eyes closed as he stroked himself harder, faster. Moaning though close and arching up against his hand.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

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"I want to be underneath you, pressed into your desk as you fuck me and take me hard," he said with a rough growl to his voice. "It's been a month since I've been fucked - imagine how tight and hot I am. Can't even fuck myself with my fingers because I want it to be you opening me up and stretching me."

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Hedonist that he was, the illicit nature of being with Arthur, the sweetness of the man he'd gotten to know under the suit, and the beauty of what they shared between him left him ready and close at the best of times when they had days a week together. Now, a month later, he was nearly out of his mind.

"Fuck... Arthur... Fuck!"

The last as he came, arching up off the bed, imagining burying himself balls deep into that tight, perfect ass with a snarl and a small sound that may well have been a whimper.

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Arthur closed his eyes as he soaked in the sound of Tony's voice and bit on his bottom lip. Despite loving his job (sans this job), he truly missed Tony. He missed being around him, hearing him call him 'Cal' and of course there's the sex. But it was more than just the sex. It was Tony period that he missed.

"Shit, Tony," he said huskily - catching his breath as he removed his hand from his cock.

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Collapsing back against the mattress, panting heavily, his chest heaving so the arc reactor flickered with every breath. "Jesus, Kid," he groaned, eyes still closer. Trying to recover his breath, pulling the phone away from his ear a moment before smiling as he brought it back to his ear.

"Mmmm, glad I woke up for that."

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He chuckled and allowed a grin to spread across his lips. "Mm, glad you did as well," he said, stretching his legs out in front of him with a sigh. "Glad I didn't go out with the others and instead texted you."

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"Wait, there was an option and you considered it," he asked with a snort. "I see where I rank," he teased, definitely amused by the very words. Deep down he knew better. He knew this was Arthur's only choice, just as he had waited for this call and glad it came when he wasn't busy and couldn't get away.

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"Mm, yup - exactly," Arthur teased and reached over for some tissues to clean off his chest. "You were number one and there was no place I'd rather be other than there, with you."

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Reaching for a towel himself, finding a tee shirt and figuring that would do as he cleaned himself off.

"Number one. I have always liked being there," he teased, huffing softly. "Got a few minutes to actually talk before I pass out?"

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"Have all night to talk," Arthur grinned. He was going to try resisting the temptation of doing more work and instead take advantage of the amount of sleep he could get. Knowing himself though, he would be up for hours regardless.

"How are you doing?"

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"Much better," he admitted, though it wasn't entirely the truth. Now that he was coming down off the high, he was panicking a tiny bit over some things they had said. Not that he was going let that stand in his way. "Parties. Dates. Annoying Pepper. How goes the job?"

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Arthur chuckled. "Ah yes, the fantastic dates of Tony Stark," he mused with a grin. He wasn't jealous -- not really. Despite all of their talk, he knew there were logistical reasons why they couldn't just come out and tell the world who they were to each other. He wasn't ashamed of being with Tony - far from it honestly. Just -- if the media found out who they were to each other, they would go digging and they would potentially find the dreamshare community. On the other hand, if he winds up on Tony's arm and there's photos taken, the media would be the last thing he'd have to worry about. People knew him and he didn't exactly work with the most respectable of people. He could count on one hand the people he trusted in this business and one or two of them were on this job with him. "How is Pepper doing? Keeping you out of trouble?" he teased.

"The job is the job. We're making progress but we're no where near ready yet. We know when we're moving in, just have to wait and be prepared."