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“Wait…” Arthur began, expression baffled but with the underlying feelings remaining otherwise indecipherable, “You're serious?”
Amir wilted a little at that– while he hadn't exactly expected it– to expect anything from Arthur would be to set oneself up for failure– anything other than an enthusiastic yes to his proposal was as good a no deal as any.
At least, Amir internalized, he hadn't laughed at him– but, then again, he could pretty much count the amount of times he'd seen him laugh in general, on just one hand.
“I… You know what? Ne-ver-miiind. Let's forget this conversation ever happened.”
“Amir,” Arthur sighed, expression schooled into that careful mask of indifference, “All I did… Was ask a question, alright? I asked if you were serious.” He frowned, “You faff around plenty, wouldn't be much a surprise if you were trying to have a laugh.”
“Oh,” An awkward, mirthless laugh, “Right. Okay, that makes– yes.” Amir sobered, eyes flitting between Arthur's and the fascinating blank ceiling as he chewed at the inside of his cheek, “Yes. I was being serious.” He confirmed, a little shyly.
“You're sure,” Arthur reiterated, eyes searching. And… Well, that was a hell of a lot better than the potential alternatives he did well not to dwell upon– there were a multitude of ways this conversation could have gone horribly wrong. Concern did find itself in accompaniment amongst them.
“One-hundred percent sure, yeah. Very sure. Reeeeeeeally sure.”
“Huh,” Arthur's eyebrows furrowed. “Okay.”
“Wait– really?” Amir's head whipped up, “Just like that?”
“Was I meant to say something different?”
“I– yes? Maybe? I don't know!” Amir groaned, throwing his hands up in defeat, suddenly exasperated, “but why would you say okay?”
“Do you take me for some kind of prude?”
“Nooo. Nope. With the kind of crazy stuff we've– no,” Amir managed in a single breath, “But…”
“I think you're overcomplicating things, Amir,” Arthur insisted, sighing softly, “Not that big a deal.” Arthur shrugged, “But you'll have to be uh… specific.”
“Oh. Oh. I…” Amir made pause, blinking, “I don't think I ever actually made it past the asking stage, when I ran this scenario in my head like… a bajillion times,” He confessed, sheepishly. “I mean – I've had ideas. I've had loads of ideas, but…” Arthur noted Amir's sudden stillness, indicating he was deep in thought. “If it's uh… if it's with you? I guess I'm pretty much game for anything.”
Arthur gave him one last, long, scrutinizing stare before nodding stiffly, “Right. Then why don't we just… See where things take us. Test the waters.”
Amir nodded quietly.
“But–” Arthur interjected, “If things get… Strange. We put a stop to it. Got it?”
Offering Arthur a mock salute and a small smile, “You got it, boss. Cross my heart and hope to die. Promise.”
The gap between the aforementioned conversation and the actual implementation of what had, exactly, been proposed, was something of note. Yet still, it remained a lingering presence in the periphery whenever they touched– less a hammer, waiting to drop, and more a… Slow burn. Kindling something akin to excitement and interest. So when it did happen, Arthur was as ready for it as he could have been.
Generally, talking about it could have been considered the easy part– that wasn't exactly the case with either Amir or Arthur, both who found much more ease in action.
Amir, based on impulse and the brutal, easy honesty that came alongside it. Arthur, based on verbal communication simply not being his strong suit.
Amir’s enthusiasm served to embolden Arthur's resolve.
A leash– readily placed into his grasp– wrapped around Arthur's fist, grip ironclad, tightening intermittently.
It was… Strikingly easy, falling into it– this.
Arthur’s forearms, braced against the mattress, kept him upright, knees spread, slipping further apart beneath him.
Previous intimacy aside, Amir’s proposition and Arthur's subsequent agreement had definitely introduced something new. Something veritably different.
And one… Fortunately or not, did not remain friends with Leticia for as long as he had without… Picking up on things. Whether or not it was Arthur's wheelhouse, as a man who found enjoyment in simple things, he'd still yet to truthfully determine– but it was a fact that Amir held some kind of irrefutable proclivity towards this type of play. Albeit, seemingly to a lesser extent. Amir was… Not innocent. Not by a long haul. He was well read, perhaps in too many things. And as apprehensive as he was about sharing those feelings and interests with him… Amir knew what he wanted. Arthur knew that. The KIM messages spoke for themselves– admittedly, Arthur had fumbled the ball there, which made Amir's apprehension all the more understandable
Amir was gone.
Panting and whimpering behind him, face pressed into his neck, as his grip tightened around his waist and he fucked into him with abandon. Each pull of the leash had him keening and faltering. Fumbling. The tension– consistently pulled taut– being let off, had him picking up the pace again. Bordering on the edge of unbearable. Thrusts fast and harsh, seemingly mindless– par for the course.
Arthur, breathless, voice tight, nearly a growl, “Th-that’s it–” He managed, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration. “That's… a good boy–” The words were all but punched out of him with the intensity of Amir's thrusts– faltering just briefly at the words, Amir responding in kind with a whimper that had pinpricks of pleasure licking down Arthur's reinforced spine.
Arthur wasn't sure how exactly he felt about… All of it. But he didn't dislike it. And he was willing to try almost anything at least once.
Amir being able to let go, like this. Completely… Made this an exceedingly small price to pay– some initial disgruntlement and a healthy amount of build-up.
He was fairly certain he could feel tears against his neck– but it was hard to distinguish with the wet, open mouthed kisses Amir lavved it with. Hot, harsh panting ghosting over the softer, flexible chitinous material protecting it.
Somewhere, idly, Arthur felt fortunate that the mattress was on the floor– beneath the intensity of Amir’s thrusts, he was almost positive this would have resulted in a broken bed-frame, damaged walls, scraped flooring, and– perhaps worst of all– some tactfully averted gazes the following morning.
And if not for being of similar make, so to speak, Arthur was also fairly certain that some kind of– if not multiple- injury or fracture could have been sustained beneath the onslaught.
As steadfast and resolute as he was meant to be… Arthur was still just a man. A man decidedly not immune to the displays of possessiveness and aggression. Of… Carnality and lust. A man who seemingly wanted to wrestle on any and every conceivable surface. Of course. Of course.
This… Was not a one-sided endeavor.
Hard and aching, trembling and hot– so hot– all over… Arching his back, haphazardly rocking back to fruitlessly attempt to meet Amir’s thrusts halfway. If he still had toes, they'd have been curling– instead, it was the set of his jaw and his barely perceptible whines and groans that betrayed his affectedness.
Sex was… Weirder, post-Entrati. More confusing– nerve endings in somewhat reasonable disarray from the literal transmutation of their flesh and skin.
But it wasn't worse. By no means was it worse. The lack of sensation in some areas led to improved sensitivity in others– some, unprecedentedly so. Arthur couldn't recall this ever feeling as good as it did now.
There were certainly other outliers to factor into that equation, but that was an aside.
Getting fucked– possessed, owned, loved– by Amir like this felt undeniably good. Better than he could ever have anticipated. Which… With the utter lack of tact, skill, or experience, shouldn't have been so.
Maybe Arthur wasn't all there anymore, either. He'd have factored it into enjoyment alone, but… Well. Even he knew it extended beyond those parameters. Feeling drunk off of this was new. His thighs trembling, and being painfully hard between them was, too.
Getting riled up by sounds adjacent to growls, to the feel of teeth pressing against the side of what passed as his neck, as his grip tightened on the leash he had clipped onto the leather collar Amir had both supplied and happily, eagerly donned…
There was a lot more to this than putting a collar and lead on Amir and calling it done. Getting to explore this with him was… He wasn't sure what it was. But he couldn't help but feel as though he was glad for it.
Working his way through his feelings on things— not only that he was allowed to have them, but figuring out what they meant– was a novel, liberating experience that was terrifying in equal measure. Feeling led to vulnerability, but he could reason that, the sheer amount of vulnerability and openness Amir had shared with him within these last few months alone… he could afford to share his own in turn. Amir would never ask for it, but still, all the same– or, especially because of– he deserved it.
Drooling against the sheets while Amir fucked him into the mattress had been an unprecedented variable– not only that he'd allow himself to be put into this position, but that he'd actively enjoy it. Shuddering when Amir whimpered his name against the shell of his pierced ear, tightening his arms around his midsection– was, too.
Beneath him, his thighs trembled from exertion, posture loosening as he melted against the sheets, and Amir along with him. Eyes shut, panting raggedly against the cotton– little grunts and moans being forced out of him with every movement of Amir against him.
Everything else just seemed to melt away around them– the time, the place, the potential self-imposed repercussions of being discovered– suddenly, there was nothing. Nothing but the two of them, together like this, the lead loose in his grasp as his own paltry handle on control slipped and gave way.
Amir seemingly took it in stride– not letting up, but something seeming to flip, his desperate, frantic movements slowing into deep, almost deliberate, grind– Arthur's breath catching and his back arching sharply. One of Amir’s hands palmed down his abdomen, taking Arthur into his grasp– fingers trembling– and stroking him, slowly, from base to tip, devoid of rhythm. He continued rocking into him, with minute, grinding thrusts, earning Amir a strangled moan as Arthur shuddered beneath him, his length throbbing in his grasp, knees slipping further apart as he came over Amir's fist with a soundless cry as his body drew taut. Amir’s attempt at exercising restraint was short-lived, albeit admirable– whimpering into the back of Arthur's neck as the intermittent spasming around him coaxed his orgasm out of him in quick succession– spilling into him with a pitched cry.
Panting in the aftermath, some time later, while they both came down from their respective post-coital highs, Arthur flipped onto his back and flung a forearm across his eyes. When Amir didn't immediately follow suit… His lax grip on the lead tightened and he pulled sharply, Amir gasping as he found himself forcefully pulled down, laying on top of Arthur, who guided him into a deep, messy kiss as he slung his arms around the back of Amir’s neck.
Amir smiled into it– returning his affections in kind, one hand coming up to stroke through his choppy hair as he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss.
Tapering off into chaster, softer pecks, and finally, Amir’s face tucked into his neck, humming softly– the sound reverberating through his chest like the purr of an engine.
“So… What did we think?” Amir began, carefully– and Arthur could almost swear he sounded smug, if not for the overlying apprehension.
“To be honest, I think I… Completely clocked out, at some point. Not intentionally, mind? But it was uh…” Arthur trailed off, pointedly keeping his gaze averted and expression impassive. “Good. I think.”
“Okay. Okay. Cool. That's cool,” Amir supplied lamely, nodding.
“But that's… Less important,” Arthur interrupted, “How was it for you?”
Amir seemed to take a few seconds to process the question, “Oh. Oh! It was… not what I expected, in a good way! I thought it might be weird or awkward but– nope.” He closed his eyes and breathed him in– a uniquely Arthur combination of oil with the faintest traces of ozone and exhaust. Weirdly pleasant, in the kind of way one might find themselves repeatedly inhaling the scent of spilled gasoline– but maybe that was just Amir.
“It was… Uh… I've been enlightened–” He began, with a choked chuckle. “I thought… Honestly? I don't know what I thought. Maybe that it was going to be more… I mean this in a positive way, I promise,” He paused for emphasis, amidst the rambling explanation, “I thought I was going to be normal about it. I was and am, decidedly, not normal about it.”
“So… You'd like to…” Arthur cleared his throat, face a little warm, voice tight, “Again?”
“Hell yeah I would,” Amir responded easily with a little laugh, almost sounding relieved, taking a few long seconds to just… Bask in the afterglow, to indulge in the warmth and comfort Arthur both offered and accepted, “Thank you. Uh… For not being, you know, weird about it. For real. I know it's silly and probably shouldn't have been a big deal but I was– I was really nervous about bringing it up so I– yeah. Thank you.”
“Don't mention it. Really. As long as we're both… Above board, there's really no harm in it, is there?”
“Fair. Fair. But… Still.”
“I get it,” Arthur offered, “And I appreciate your trust, despite, admittedly, really screwing this up, at first.”
Amir snorted, “Yeah. You kinda did, didn't you? But… Hey. We still ended up here, didn't we?”
“Suppose we did, yeah.”