relationships are a tricky business

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[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 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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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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[That is so much better than he anticipated, and Eames' breath catches in his throat, a low noise settling in his chest in its inability to get out of his mouth. He makes the executive decision to stop kissing Arthur so he can hear more of him like this, pressing his forehead to Arthur's temple as he works back to something more purposeful with his hips, back arching under Arthur's nails.]

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[Arthur can't be bothered trying to tempt Eames into a kiss; this feels too good and he finally just gives up on even trying to stay quiet. He curses and moans and every time Eames hits him just right he lets out a surprised but pleased shout, all the while grasping at the back of Eames' neck with one hand and digging his fingers into Eames' back with the other. He's never really felt like he was holding back with Eames but in the past little while he's certainly been a lot less self-conscious about being... expressive like this.]

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[He loves this, when Arthur fully lets go it's damn near intoxicating and Eames curses softly, murmuring between moans about how fucking amazing he is. How amazing he sounds and feels and how gorgeous he is-- he knows Arthur doesn't respond like some people do to that kind of stuff, but Eames can't help the compliments pouring out of his mouth.]

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[Something about it still spurs Arthur on and sends shivers down his spine - like knowing that Eames likes fucking him this much just makes it feel that much better. He moans louder and tilts his hips to get a bit more friction, just barely registering his own painfully hard dick in the process. It's not much longer before he's warning Eames that he's going to come.]

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Go on--

[Eames' voice is low and husky, laboured with the effort of speaking clearly.]

Come for me.

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[Arthur's moan catches in his throat and comes out almost like a sob as his body shudders. He digs his nails in as he starts to come, and the orgasm seems to go on forever as he moans and shouts and curls his toes.]

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[Eames didn't think he was so close, but the way Arthur comes might be one of the hottest things he's ever experienced in his life and he follows close on Arthur's heels. It's not nearly as powerful, but it's still intense and he moans and curses, pressing his forehead against the pillow as he tries to keep fucking Arthur through his orgasm.]

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[The sounds Arthur is making as he finishes is closer to a whimper than a moan, clenching around Eames as he shudders with the last waves of his orgasm. When it's finally over he manages to relax a little but he's far too weak to move Eames out of the way.]

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[Slowly, Eames forces himself to move his arms one by one to let Arthur drop his legs and relax a little. It's about all the movement he can really get out of himself right now. That and settling on an elbow so he can cup Arthur's cheek with his other hand.]

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[Arthur's glad that Eames doesn't pull out just yet, but he can't manage any expression of anything so he just sighs happily and opens his eyes to look at Eames sleepily.]

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[Eames smiles back and leans in to press a couple of light kisses to Arthur's face, wherever his lips may land.]

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[Arthur lets out a breathless laugh, resting his hand on Eames' chest affectionately. He feels like he probably doesn't have to tell Eames how good that was but the thought crosses his mind to anyway. Too bad he's too worn out to talk.]

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[That's fine by Eames, he's just going to lay here and keep kissing Arthur's face and nuzzling at him affectionately a bit too.]

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[Oh look is his ability to talk coming back? Yeah there it is.]

That was good.

[Arthur has such a way with words.]

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[He breathes a soft laugh, nosing at Arthur's cheek with a grin.]

You were phenomenal.

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[Arthur returns the laugh.]

Me? I was just laying here.