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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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Yeah, top drawer.

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

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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

God, you're gorgeous.

[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.]

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.]

[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.

[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.]

[Eames arches and drops his head with a moan when he presses his fingers up a little harder into himself, hips rocking back a little onto his hand before he pulls them out with another soft hiss. Honestly he's not completely sure he's put enough prep in, but he can't really find it in himself to wait anymore.]

[Well a liberal helping of lube will help, right. Eames sits up straight and reaches for the bottle to pour some straight on and takes a moment to reacquaint Arthur's dick with his hand before he shifts forward to line everything up and slowly sits back onto him.]

[Arthur can't help but moan as Eames sinks onto him, watching every moment with his hands back on Eames' thighs. He hasn't forgotten Eames' promise to hold him down and his fingers twitch and dig into Eames' skin as he savours the contact.]

[Eames certainly hasn't forgotten, but he needs to get comfortable first and right now he is not that. He leans back and rolls his hips experimentally with a small grunt as he tries to ride out the burn.]

[Arthur reaches up to Eames' stomach, putting his palm flat and then reaching all the way up to Eames' chest. He's so beautiful and Arthur loves him so much and he feels so good right now - Arthur needs something to focus on so he doesn't think about how much he wants to roll his hips right now.]

[Eames lifts a hand to press over the top of Arthur's, holding it tight against him as he moves slow and careful until he's confident he'll be good from there.]

[He stops for a moment, grinding his hips down a little and lifts Arthur's hand to press a kiss to his palm as he reaches for the other and leans forward to hold his wrists down either side of his head.]

[Arthur's breath catches in his throat and he swallows, staring up at Eames like he's too overwhelmed to think right now.]

[Good, that's perfect. Eames smirks down at him in response before he leans down for a quick, messy kiss. Arthur said he wanted it hard and fast, so that's what he's gonna do, lifting and rocking his hips first to see just how comfortably and how much he can move in this position. Usually Eames would sit up for that, but he can do it like this too.]

[Grunting and groaning, Arthur digs his heels into the bed and arches a little. Eames has barely gotten started and Arthur already feels so needy, so vulnerable in this position.]

[Eames makes a pleased noise, nosing at Arthur's cheek and along his jaw, presses another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before he lifts his head just enough to look at the whole of his face.]

You're so, so beautiful like this.

[His voice comes out a little laboured as he starts moving in earnest, fucking back onto Arthur hard as he can manage like this.]

[The sound Arthur makes borders on a whine.]

It feels so fucking good.

[He's struggling not to turn his head and press his face into the pillow.]

So do you.

[He's definitely going to be feeling this in the morning, but right now it feels so good and Eames is pretty sure his opinion is only a little coloured by his emotions.]

[His fingers dig in a little harsh around Arthur's wrists before Eames catches himself; it's a fine line to be walking when he's this overwhelmed by how good Arthur feels inside him and how beautiful he is under him. Eames leans down to nip at Arthur's bottom lip and kiss him properly.]

[Eames isn't the only one who's going to be feeling this tomorrow. Arthur can already feel exactly where the bruises on his wrists are going to be but the feeling of Eames' weight on him is so arousing and Arthur moans into Eames' mouth as he kisses him.]

[He mumbles something breathlessly into Arthur's mouth about how amazing he feels, kissing him messily and just as hard as the rest of him is moving right now. It sends a shiver up his spine, thinking about how good it's going to feel when Arthur comes in him, but they need to get there first.]

[Arthur groans and tries to keep up with Eames as he kisses him back. He can't move his hips fast enough to keep up with him but he rocks his hips and he pulls at his hands like he's testing Eames' strength.]

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