baby come back

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[It's been some time since Eames has made the trip to Arthur's place, he's forgotten how long the walk from the station is. He kind of regrets not getting a cab or at least waiting for a bus because it is pissing it down with rain and Eames doesn't typically feel the cold that much, but he's soaked to the bone and his clothes are sticking to him and the wind cuts through him something awful. His hair is plastered to his forehead and he's pretty sure these shoes are ruined, to the point he doesn't even think about walking through puddles because it's not like his feet can get any more cold and wet at this point.]

[It's awful. He feels awful. He's cold and soaked and he can't feel his fingers and he just feels so guilty that it's almost scary. It's not like Eames has never been rude or said something uncalled for, but sometimes Eames is cruel and he's never been like that toward Arthur before. At first because he never cared enough, and then because he cared too much, and it's easy to forget how fucking easy it is for him. How he can target what upsets someone so easily and just twist it like a knife, make it into a weapon because he's angry and someone else is a convenient target to take it out on.]

[The worst part, maybe, is that Arthur was trying to help. He was just trying to be helpful and there's a million ways Eames could've told him he couldn't without being an asshole about it, but instead he pushed and he pushed and Arthur left and god he hates it. He's so fucking mad at himself. Spent days alone in the house waiting like it was just gonna blow over and Arthur would just come home as if it was some dumb little spat he needed an hour to cool off from.]

[Arthur's not gone forever, he's relatively sure. At some point he'd come home and be the bigger man about it, but wouldn't that just be another insult on top of everything? To make Arthur be the one to make the peace when Eames is the one who fucked things up to begin with? So here he is, sodden and freezing and miserable, knocking on Arthur's door like he basically never did before.]

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[That genuinely takes Arthur by surprise and he stares up at Eames with his mouth open just a little bit until he swallows and nods.]

Yeah. That-- that sounds good.

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Yeah?

[He leans down to nose at Arthur's face, rolling his hips down with a little purpose.]

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Yeah.

[Arthur's hands slide down to Eames' hips and he digs his fingers in again.]

It just needs to be hard and fast.

[He's sure that's a given but it doesn't hurt to say.]

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[He slips a hand between them, pressing his palm to Arthur to massage him and get him hard ASAP now they're both on board with this. He's not even bothered about his own dick, he just needs Arthur inside him and everything with be perfect.]

I can do that.

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[Arthur hums agreeably at this development, arching his back a little to push up against Eames' hand. He's not going to be bothered trying to remove Eames' pants so he slips his hands inside them instead, digging his fingers into Eames' ass.]

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[Eames groans, pressing back a little against Arthur's hands. He dips his head to kiss up Arthur's neck, up and around his ear, and hastily fumbles his pants open so he can get a proper hand on Arthur's dick.]

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[Arthur's breath catches in his throat and he drags one hand up to Eames' back as he turns his head. He feels like he needs this right this minute.]

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[Eames smiles a little as he turns his head to kiss Arthur, almost indulgent with the way he works his hand over Arthur's dick. Savouring the feel of him and feeling him get hard in his hand. It's perfect.]

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[As he gets harder he gasps more, letting out soft moans as he rolls his hips into Eames' hand. Eames' solid form on top of him feels so familiar and welcome and it's partly why Arthur gets turned on so quickly.]

Fuck, I missed this.

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[Eames almost laughs, nosing a little at Arthur's face when he stops to speak.]

Hard to believe it's only been a few days.

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Felt like way too long.

[He's not really thinking 100% straight right now, what with he hand on his dick and all. He turns to look at his nightstand, where all the supplies are, but he doesn't want to take his hands off of Eames to get any of it.]

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[He has a lot to say on that topic, but he feels like he can't do that and this at the same time and he'd much rather be doing this. Eames hums softly, agreeing, tilting his head up to pull on Arthur's earlobe with his teeth.]

You know what else feels long?

[hint: it's Arthur's penis.]

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[Arthur makes the only sound someone can make in response to that joke. It's a soft groan but not the good kind.]

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[Eames laughs, pressing another kiss to Arthur's cheek. He murmurs something about love, all warm and affectionate, but then he pushes himself to sit upright and glances at the nightstand.]

You have any lube here?

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Yeah, top drawer.

[He gestures vaguely toward said drawer, relaxing against the bed with a sigh.]

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[He doesn't want to move, honestly doesn't want to be away from Arthur for even a milisecond right now, but he needs to take off these pants anyway so he might as well get up to get it. Giving Arthur's body a mournful look as he gets up as if he's leaving on a long trip.]

You need to get those trousers off.

[Eames says it absently as he clambers off the bed and pushes the sweatpants down his hips and kicks them off, going for the drawer next.]

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[Arthur pushes his own pants off his hips and then wriggles out of them, kicking them onto the floor a little clumsily as he watches Eames. He's got such a handsome boyfriend and right now he's wondering how he could have been mad at him for so long. The answer is a pretty good one but Arthur doesn't want to think about that right now so he's just going to watch Eames' great body do whatever it's doing.]

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[Eames is being extremely efficient about this, lube already on his hand by the time he's back on the bed, moving back to where he was straddling Arthur, chewing his lip a little as he puts a hand down on Arthur's chest and leans forward. A brief moment's hesitation before he presses a finger into himself and his eyes flutter shut with a soft grunt of discomfort.]

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[Arthur puts his hands on Eames' sides, looking down to watch Eames' hand with an appreciative hum. He looks up at Eames' face looking for a kiss if Eames has the time.]

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[Eames can't spare much more attention than a quick kiss, gasping softly as he works his hand slowly, trying to be efficient about loosening himself up without being impatient or going too fast. He's been there before and it's not great, he wants to be able to enjoy every second of this.]

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[Arthur brings his hand up to Eames' face, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone.]

God, you're gorgeous.

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[Eames groans softly and turns his head a little, trying to get to kiss Arthur's palm or whatever part of his hand he can. He doesn't really say anything, but the response is still clear in the way his back arches and the hand between his legs seems to find some more purpose in how it moves.]

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I can't wait to see you sitting on my dick.

[His voice comes out just above a murmur as he cranes his neck up a little bit, like he's magnetically drawn to Eames.]

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[Eames gasps and curses, glancing down at Arthur like he's offended by everything he's saying right now.]

You're going to feel so good.

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[Arthur hums in agreement, biting his lip and looking down between them at what he can see of Eames' hand. There's something really glorious about this immortal being so desperate for him and Arthur likes to try and stop and appreciate that every time it happens.]