something something drywall pun

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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 shakes his head.]

He's going to have to wait a long time.

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Well I hope you're planning to make it worth it.

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[Arthur lazily gets up to straddle Eames' hips, leaning down to give him another kiss.]

Do I ever disappoint?

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[He grins up into the kiss]

Not yet. But there's a first time for everything.

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What a lovely, romantic thought that is.

[Arthur slowly tracks his hands over Eames' chest like he's trying to memorize the exact shape of it.]

So what did you have in mind for this handsome man?

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Oh, you know. Night in, bottle of wine...

[He tilts his head and glances up at the ceiling for a moment, deep in thought.]

Maybe I'd take some time to memorise the taste of his cock. Depends on where the night took us, really.

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[Arthur raises his eyebrows as he sits up and tilts his head.]

Those all sound like things we could do here in the comfort of our own home.

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Huh.

[He makes a face as if he wasn't aware of this.]

I suppose they are.

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The part about the cock will have to wait. I did just fuck someone against a wall.

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That's a shame.

[he shakes his head all disappointed.]

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[Arthur hesitates a moment, licking his lips and giving Eames a once-over.]

There is one thing that might help things along.

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[Maybe he shifts a little to make himself more appealing under that gaze, who's to say.]

And what's that?

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I haven't had any of your blood in almost a week.

[He tries to sound nonchalant about it so as not to make Eames feel pressured into agreeing, but the concept is always so attractive that it's a difficult thing to do. He's already had some blood tonight but it's nothing like fresh.]

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First he fucks me, then he drinks from me.

[Eames shakes his head as if he's incredibly put-upon, but the physical response from him is just as telling as it always is. The way his pulse jumps just a little and he caresses Arthur's sides has got to be at least a little telling.]

Where do you want it from?

[It's also no mistake that he asks in exactly the same way he'd ask how Arthur wants him.]

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[As cliche as it is, Eames' neck is his favourite, and it comes with the added bonus that they can wrap their arms around each other while he does it. He nods at the spot on Eames' neck that his mouth is already watering thinking about.]

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[He shimmies under Arthur a little so he can push himself upright and rest his hands on Arthur's hips, tilting his head to bare that strip of skin for Arthur with a smile.]

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[Arthur brings his hand up to Eames' neck, dragging his fingertips across his skin to feel out the pulse. His voice is heavy with anticipation again.]

I just want a little.

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[Eames sighs softly at his touch, eyes fluttering shut.]

Take as much as you want.

[The trust is implicit in his tone, absolute at this point. Not that Arthur would never take too much necessarily — what counts as 'too much' isn't always the same after all — but that he'd always try not to. That he prioritises Eames' safety above his desires.]

[It's like a trust fall every time they do this, and Eames licks his lips in anticipation of that imminent drop.]

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[As always, Arthur presses his lips to Eames' neck, looking for a place where the pulse is strong enough but clear of anything a little more important. He's always a little more liberal with it now with Eames than he ever has been with anyone else, pressing a kiss to his skin before bares is teeth and slowly sinks in with his teeth.]

[The blood is amazing as always. Arthur feels almost immediately energized and hungry for more at the same time. He slips his hands down Eames' sides and hums happily.]

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[He lets out a sharp hiss at first, hands involuntarily clenching at Arthur's hips at the pain, but he's well practiced at this by now. Eames takes a deep breath and it doesn't take long to relax himself, focusing on Arthur's lips on his neck and the sensation of his blood draining into Arthur's mouth.]

[It'd be a huge lie if he ever tried to claim this didn't turn him on, and he lets out a soft moan despite himself, but mostly he's interested in slipping his arms around Arthur and holding him close while he drinks.]

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[Arthur groans in response, pulling his teeth out of the bite after a moment and just sucking on the rest of the blood. He did his best not to bite too deep so Eames won't get tired out afterwards and when he finally pulls away it's with the hesitation that he always has when he's stopping himself.]

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[He's a little surprised by Arthur stopping-- he said he only wanted a little, but Eames took it as similar to when Eames says he's only going to have one drink.]

[He's not complaining, but he does furrow his brow a little, looking up at Arthur with a questioning expression.]

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[Arthur lets out a satisfied sound as he sits up, licking his lips again. He wishes he could kiss Eames now, but he knows the taste of one's own blood isn't very appealing.]

[When he sees the look on Eames' face he just smiles.]

You taste so good.

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So I hear.

[He wouldn't know. Nor does he want to, sorry Arthur.]

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[He leans back a little bit and continues trying to lick the blood off of his teeth.]

That's enough to get it up again.