A/N: Prompt: anticipation
Genre: PWP (porn without plot)
Word count: under 300 words
Title: Daydream
Summary: Eames said Arthur's got no imagination?! Oh, he has imagination, alright. He has imagination for days.
Arthur scowls as Eames explains, then pretends to take notes. Fuck. Eames is fucking distracting and Arthur realizes he's been watching Eames' lips without hearing a single word that came out of them. But, oh, the way those lips would look wrapped around him. Eames on his knees. Jesus. That mental image alone… Arthur shifts on his chair.
The Eames in front of him is talking about the job and the tip of Eames' tongue pokes out, the way it does when he's thinking. Arthur swallows.
Arthur wants to run his cock over those gorgeous lips. He wants that tongue to wrap around just the head, tiny licks that turn into longer strokes before Eames swallows him down. Christ, he would look so amazing with a face full of Arthur.
Eames turns to gesture to something on the board and those baggy trousers, the ones with the clingy, slightly metallic fabric, hug his ass.
Arthur's fantasy changes from Eames on his knees to Eames on all fours. Ass in the air, panting, pushing back into it, moaning as Arthur's fingers open him, then shouting as he finds that sweet spot— Fuck. Arthur could just imagine how tight Eames would feel as he breached him, sliding in inch by inch until he was stuffed so full he couldn't remember his own name.
Arthur shuts his moleskin and places it strategically on his lap. He frowns thoughtfully at whatever Eames is saying, and he imagines pounding into him, the way all that muscle would look trapped underneath him, begging him.
He wonders if anyone can tell Eames is wearing the vibrating anal toy he placed in him that morning. With a smirk, he reaches into his pocket and thumbs the 'on' switch.
"So," Arthur considers, "he gives himself the idea?"