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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[starknaked]

"I promise. I will sleep through the night," he vowed with a grin.

He was quiet a long moment, breathing deeply and considering how much to admit.

"I haven't done this since I was in college. No before then even."

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Arthur was quiet for moment or two as well before admitting, "I've never done anything like this before."

"We don't have to...could just talk," he offered.

[starknaked]

It shouldn't have felt good hearing that but it did. He liked knowing the things he was in Arthur's life, the places he held.

"Is that what you really want, sitting there naked in France and knowing you could be knotted in these sheets with me... if we didn't fall on the floor from all the ways I think about taking you?"

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Whether he said it out loud or not, Tony Stark held many of Arthur's firsts - much like he held some of Tony's firsts. Stark was also the first man Arthur could positively say he missed and wanted as much as he had ever wanted anyone. Stark was also the first, and only, man Arthur allowed to dominate him and enjoyed it immensely.

Before he could hold it in, Arthur made a soft sound and shifted on the bed slightly. "No, that's not what I want," he responded, his tone taking on a slight huskier tone. He cleared his throat. "In what ways do you think about taking me?"

[starknaked]

That sound went straight through Tony, cock jerking from that very sound. His hand brushed over his stomach, down against the head of his cock.

"Now? In general? In those moments I should be doing other things? Because I damn well regret not slamming you against that door, jerking your slacks down and having you one more time before you left," he growled, not sure he would have done it in that way but the thought made him ache.

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A shudder slid through Arthur's body at the sound of Tony's growl. The thought alone made him ache as well - wanting and needing the older man. He slid his hand over his chest slowly to his cock and released a breathy sigh. "Even though I had pressed my timing already - I wish you had taken me just one more time before I left," he admitted and laid down on the bed, drawing one leg up.

"Imagine the flight I had where I could still feel your come leak out of me slowly. It was fucking hard to concentrate on anything."

[starknaked]

For a moment he thought he could still taste Arthur, feel the heat of his skin as Tony ran his thumb over the head, moaning heavily at the sensation. Normally he might have held it back, been a bit softer, but he wanted Arthur to hear, to think about what he was doing and how it would feel, pressed together and making those sounds.

"Fucking hell," he groaned, eyes closing, fingers curling around himself. "Next time I won't hesitate, but you have to be careful, Arthur. Encourage me like that and maybe I'll just wholly claim you as my own. Fuck you when I want. Where I want. How I want," he said.

The dominance came easily though he knew deep down he could be pushing his luck.

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He could imagine it. With his eyes closed, Arthur could see Tony's hand wrapped around his cock, could imagine the feeling of their hot bodies pressed tight together and fuck - the sounds. He groaned heavily as he wrapped his hand around his cock and tilted his head to the side some.

It took him a moment to respond, but when he did, he didn't hesitate. "You say that as if you haven't already," he said. Truth was, he felt claimed as Tony's and while he knew they were still working on figuring out this relationship, there wasn't anyone else he'd rather be with. It was a little scary saying it out loud and feeling how true it was deep down inside. Still, he knew ultimately he was his own man and could independently make his own decisions.

[starknaked]

That was all he needed to hear. This was what he wanted. Arthur. His. That smart, witty, beautiful boy.

"When you get back," he purred softly. "I'm going to take the chance and face the others about this," he admitted in a low voice. "We'll talk about it later though. I want to hear you stroking your cock, imagining being under my desk at a board meeting and sucking my cock."

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Arthur stopped his hand momentarily as Tony's words registered in his mind. "Are you really?" he asked in a low, huskier voice.

That thought didn't last long with the rest of Tony's words. Oh. He groaned at the image forming in his mind. "Mm, I do love sucking your cock," he said, sliding his thumb over the head of his cock with a heavy breath.

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"Unless you don't want me to," he admitted in a low voice, realizing what he'd said. Fuck, he meant it but it was terrifying at the same time.

"Do you now? Like it when I push myself down your throat," he asked, moaning low and deep.

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"No," he said at once. "No, I do," he admitted in a low voice. It was absolutely terrifying. But there were reasons they hadn't done so already. His career -- the public eye. As Tony said, they'd have to talk about it later, preferably not when they were in the middle of phone sex.

Arthur hummed and moaned at the thought. "Yeah," he said huskily. "Yeah, like it when your hand tightens in my hair."

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His hand flexed around his cock, thinking about it in the other man's hair. Without thinking he rocked his hips, groaning. "Want to have you down there, fucking that beautiful mouth. Whole damn board could be there, wouldn't give a damn. Just want you," he growled, stroking himself, panting heavily.

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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.

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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.

[starknaked]

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 --"

[starknaked]

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.