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[Eames is back later than usual today, work stuff etc. So he's less quiet about coming home, not exactly worried about waking Arthur up. He comes in and calls after him while he gets rid of his shoes and hangs up his jacket, wandering into the living room to find out where his boyfriend's at.]

[Maybe somewhere with beer. Beer is nice.]

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[Arthur doesn't have beer but he is feeling pretty good as he comes out of the kitchen to meet his boyfriend, having just finished looking at the fridge and trying to decide what to cook for dinner. It's one of those evenings where he wakes up feeling ready to go, so he gets right up in Eames' space with a smile and noses in for a kiss.]

Hey.

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Hey.

[Eames grins and immediately puts his hands on Arthur's hips and kisses him.]

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[Arthur's hand finds Eames' waist and he takes a step towards the wall. He just likes being close to him and he smells so good and while he's not thirsty for blood right now Eames' heartbeat and general self is always very enticing.]

How was your day?

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[Eames moves back with him, smiling and rubbing his thumb in circles over Arthur's hip.]

Long. [He sighs] I'm glad I'm home.

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I'm glad you're home too.

[He gets to the wall and grins as he bows his head to kiss along Eames' jaw. What a good, solid man he has.]

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[Eames hums happily and leans back, tilting his head back against the wall and slides his hands around to grab Arthur's ass and pull him in a little closer.]

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[Arthur hums in return and pulls back to give Eames' a proper kiss, leaning up against him with his whole body.]

I think this is the best part of living together.

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Yeah?

[He gives Arthur's butt a generous squeeze?]

What about when I bring home curry?

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[Arthur raises his eyebrows and pretends like he has to think abou this for a moment.]

That's still second to making out with you when and where I want.

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[Eames purses his lips and tilts his head for a moment as if he's considering it, and then nods.]

It's pretty good.

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[Arthur leans back just enough that he can put his hands on Eames' chest and feel him up a bit.]

I think it would be better if you weren't wearing a shirt.

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I can fix that for you.

[He doesn't even bother unbuttoning it, just pulls it over his head and tosses it in the vague direction of the couch.]

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[Arthur looks and purses his lips like he's gonna whistle in appreciation, but he doesn't, he just leans back in for another kiss.]

The situation is definitely improving.

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You know...

[Eames cups the side of Arthur's face and noses at his cheek a little.]

Another upside to living together is we can fuck wherever and whenever we want too.

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[Arthur raises his eyebrows. He was kind of thinking of just feeling Eames' up for a bit and then moving to the bedroom, but he likes this train of thought.]

Where were you thinking about fucking?

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Right here.

[He drops his hand to pull Arthur against him a little for emphasis.]

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[Arthur licks his lips and then leans in to kiss Eames hungrily, dropping his hands to Eames' ass and grabbing it to demonstrate that he'd love to do that.]

In that case we'll need to lose all these clothes.

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[Eames hums and starts tugging Arthur's pants down over his hips.]

Works for me.

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[Arthur does whatever he needs to to facilitate the removal of his pants, all the while employing both hands in the endeavour to do the same for Eames. He mostly cares about getting Eames' dick free so he can wrap his hand around it and start pumping just slowly enough so as not to overstimulate him.]

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[The reverse is kind of true for Eames-- he'll need them off eventually, but he needs Arthur good and hard so he gets his hand down there as soon as Arthur's pants are over his hips with a pleased noise. Tilting his head to catch Arthur's lips in a kiss at the same time.]

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[Arthur nips at Eames' bottom lip gently, keeping his fangs out of the way, humming softly and bringing a hand up to take off his own shirt.]

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[Eames pumps his hand with purpose, not impatient but definitely on a mission, and he presses his other hand to Arthur's back, almost following his shirt up as he drags his hand up.]

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God, you're gorgeous.

[Arthur presses his hips into Eames' hand, looking down between them as he discards his shirt off to the side.]

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As are you.

[He presses his forehead against Arthur's, giving him another lazy kiss wherever's closest to his lips as he works his hand.]

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[It's not going to take Arthur long to get it up, considering he got out of bed thinking about this.]

You okay with me picking you up?

[His voice is low and thick - he knows he has to make sure before he actually does it, in case Eames was thinking something more along the lines where both their feet remain on the ground.]