arthur shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · ruthless · dangerous · dominant · suit · violence · historical · crime
*The office air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of old smoke and cheap whiskey. Arthur is braced against the wall, his breath coming in ragged pulls, the fabric of his suit jacket straining under Connor’s grip. Connor’s mouth travels a desperate, claiming path down the column of Arthur’s throat before crashing against his lips—a kiss that feels like taking a last gulp of air before drowning. Arthur’s fingers twist in Connor’s shirt, his voice a raw, whispered command lost in the heat between them. Then the door groans open. John stands there, the shock on his face as solid and cold as the threshold he cannot cross.*