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relationships are a tricky business

[Eames perhaps doesn't give things the amount of thought they deserve all the time. To one degree or another, he's always been at least a little impulsive, but his habit of looking at things in terms of what's practical instead of what they mean is an oversight that seems to be specific to dealing with Arthur.]

[Case in point: Arthur has a change of clothes at his place, because it only makes sense. If he's going to spend the night so regularly, he should have clean clothes to leave in the next day. The fact that Eames spent a good while rearranging his drawers when he got back to clear one out for Arthur is obviously only a logical continuation of that. Who really wants their only choice of clothing to be "whatever I wore when I was here last"? It doesn't mean anything except that Eames is wonderfully considerate and deserves a gift for his altruism.]

[Either way, it's done now and Eames is busying himself heating some leftover chilli for dinner. Arthur's supposed to be over at some point, but he has no idea when and he is a hungry man who missed lunch because of business reasons.]

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[Arthur swallows and lets out a soft moan, pressing his head back and closing his eyes to just enjoy the feeling. His hands have abandoned whatever they were doing, now just pushing gently against Eames' chest as his fingers curl.]

[He thinks this might be his favourite, as much as he loves Arthur's hands on him, there's nothing quite like seeing him like this. When he decides to just enjoy whatever Eames wants to do with him.]

You're so beautiful.

[He lifts his head to look at Arthur, a mess with his shirt and pants undone but still on but even that is such a goddamn gorgeous sight that it makes Eames think it should be immortalised in paint and canvas just to be appreciated.]

[His gaze is almost more full of affection than it is lust and he licks his lips, glancing down at his hand for a moment and then back to Arthur's face.]

I could spend hours with you like this.

[Arthur loves hearing Eames' voice like this, so close and intimate and full of desire. It shoots another spark up his spine, so it takes a second for him to open his eyes and look back up at Eames, his expression almost challenging.]

Yeah?

Arthur, I could spend a day just seeing how good I can make you feel. How many times I could bring you to the edge without letting you fall off.

[There's not a hint of teasing in his voice, he's completely serious.]

[Arthur never really thought about it before but he immediately knows he wants that. He's always been really into the idea of Eames taking charge and that brings it to a whole other level that Arthur knows he wants to experience.]

I guess I know what I'm doing on my vacation.

[There's a touch of humour to Arthur's tone but he's still very much affected by whatever Eames' hand is doing.]

[They can revisit the topic when Arthur isn't distracted by a hand on his dick, which isn't about to be any time soon. Luckily for all, his magic's practised enough that he can get some lube and a condom over to the bed without too much thought, but he wants to spent a little while longer on this before he gets all that involved, dropping his head with a lightly amused noise to go back to kissing Arthur's neck.]

[Arthur groans and drags his hands up and down Eames' sides, enjoying every second of this as he tries not to get too excited thinking about what Eames was just saying. It would be a shame to let that cut this time short.]

[Eames makes a soft, regretful sound after a little bit more of that and sits up on his knees. He'd love to give Arthur a really intense handjob, but he thinks they'd both enjoy it more if he was inside Arthur at some point. He reaches for the lube and finally gets rid of his shirt, allowing himself a moment or two to enjoy the view.]

[The view from Arthur's perspective isn't too bad either. He takes a moment to enjoy it before he finally gets out of his shirt (which turns out to be a great hassle) and starts to push his pants off his hips. He has to do a bit of maneouvering to get his pants off with where Eames is sitting but he manages it, throwing everything on the floor and leaving himself naked on Eames' bed.]

[He wants to get out of his pants, but Arthur's right there all gorgeous and naked and Eames doesn't know if he can bring hinself to get up to do it. Eames bites his lip and drips a liberal amount of lube on his fingers and leans forward to slips his hand between Arthur's legs just to tease him a little.]

[Arthur watches Eames with a smirk, humming happily when Eames' hand is finally between his legs. As much as he'd love to rush him, he likes watching Eames enjoy these parts of it so he says nothing and bites his lip in anticipation.]

[He really does enjoy this, watching Arthur's face for his reactions as he massages back and forth over his entrance, taking himself in his other hand to make sure he's good and ready to go when Arthur is.]

[Arthur lets out a shaky breath as he forces himself to relax under Eames' fingers, glancing down at Eames' other hand to appreciate the view of what's going on there.]

[Eames hums, leaning forward some once he feels Arthur start to relax and carefully presses his fingers into him, taking his time with this as he has with everything else so far. This part he's no so sure he wants to draw out, but he might revise that based on Arthur's reactions.]

[Arthur lets out a soft, relieved moan when he feels Eames' fingers press into him. This feels good but it's nothing compared to what Eames is going to feel like inside of him, which is what Arthur's trying to imagine at the moment.]

[Eames breathes out some comment about how beautiful Arthur is as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of Arthur. He's definitely looking for efficiency here, other hand reaching to grab the condom and deal with that whole thing, but he does still take the odd moment here and there to curl his fingers and massage up against that sweet spot.]

[Arthur closes his eyes and lets out a few more soft moans, tilting his hips down onto Eames' fingers and dragging his hand up his chest to keep it busy while he fights the urge to touch himself. He wonders if this is included in Eames' version of bringing someone to the edge and keeping them there as long as possible, but he can't focus on that too long because it feels so damn good.]

[There's a lot of fiddling with his free hand, and eventually Eames gives up with a noise of frustration and tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth so he can finally get the fucking thing on.]

[He leans forward when that's done, putting his hand down so he can lean over Arthur and nose at his face for a kiss. His fingers press up a little harder inside Arthur a bit at the same time, searching for some more noises Eames can store away for later.]

[Arthur lets out a surprised sound against Eames' mouth as he tries to meet him for that kiss, and it turns into a moan as he presses his hips down even harder against Eames' hand. He can't wait for Eames to be inside of him but he keeps those thoughts to himself as he wraps both arms loosely around Eames' neck and just focuses on this feeling for the moment.]

[He smiles into the kiss, enjoying the way Arthur feels and sounds below him, and he makes an almost thoughtful sound as he tries to work a few more of those noises out of Arthur before he pulls his fingers out. Normally he'd give Arthur a moment or two to cool off first, but he doesn't waste any time before he's pressing into Arthur, slow and?measured with a low groan.]

[Arthur lets out a long, shaky moan as Eames presses into him, arching his back a little and letting his legs fall apart more as if he's trying to make room for him. He drags his nails lightly across Eames' back and swears but he's still trying to capture Eames' mouth in a kiss like he wants to keep his mouth busy because he knows this might be a loud one.]

[Eames is more than happy to kiss him, moaning softly as he rolls his hips into Arthur. He sets a slow pace, pushing into Arthur as deep as he can manage. He wants this slow and intense, slightly overwhelmed by how much he's feeling for Arthur right now, and that's the kind of sex he wants to give him. Like his pleasure is the most important task Eames could undertake.]

[Arthur hums desperately into the kiss, toes curling as he hitches his knees back farther to help Eames get even deeper. He balls his fists, having to fight against the instinct to touch himself again. He's so hard he's leaking right now but letting Eames take control and set the pace is far hotter than asking him to go harder and faster right now.]

[Eames pulls back after a little while with a regretful noise, sitting up a moment to hook his arms under Arthur's legs. Carefully leaning forward, listening for any sounds of disconfort as he puts his hands back on the bed and leans over Arthur, carefully starting to move his hips again.]

[Arthur's breath comes out shaky but even as Eames leans forward. He adjusts his position to prevent an uncomfortable stretch but it's not an issue once Eames starts moving his hips again, at which point Arthur starts moaning again. The friction of this angle is something else and as Arthur scrapes his nails across the back of Eames' neck he lets out an incomprehensible jumble of words that may just be curses or may be requests for Eames to fuck him or a combination of the two.]

[It's probably a combination of the two.]

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