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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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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

So I hear.

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

[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.

[Eames laughs and leans forward to kiss Arthur's neck, his hand slipping between them for a light fondle.]

That's good news.

[Arthur laughs, tilting his head to the side to give Eames space.]

We don't have to do anything right now.

That's very much up to you.

[He doesn't move his hand, but he's only touching Arthur lightly for now. Not really enough to get anything going just yet.]

No, it's up to you.

[Arthur drags his fingers lightly over the bite marks, bringing any stray blood there up to his lips.]

Arthur, I am incredibly ready and willing to suck you off at almost any given moment.

[He just loves that D what can he say. He glances down at it and then up at Arthur's face with a raised eyebrow. Since Arthur's the one who brought doubt to the table he can be the one who makes a decision.]

[Arthur smiles and brushes his thumb along Eames' jaw.]

If that's how you feel I'm not going to stop you.

[Eames snorts and shakes his head, leaning up for a kiss.]

You're not going to stop me, huh?

[Arthur gives him a chaste kiss, still self-conscious about residual blood in his mouth.]

If you love it that much who am I to stop you?

You make it sound like you're getting nothing out of this.

[He's moving his hand with a bit of purpose now though.]

I would never say that.

[With the blood he just consumed he feels a little more susceptible to this, and he's already humming happily as he wraps his arms around Eames' shoulders and shifts his hips just a little closer.]

Good. I'd be offended.

[Eames presses his other hand against Arthur's lower back to keep him close and noses along his jaw with a smile on his face.]

[Arthur arches his back, tilting his hips into Eames' hand as he hums again and tilts his head to give Eames more room.]

You're right though.

[He murmurs it softly as he kisses his way down to Arthur's chest. He'd love to just lean down and take Arthur in his mouth, but he's not really flexible enough for that. Instead he tries to encourage Arthur to get up on his knees for him, looking up at Arthur as he licks along one of the fingers that was just on his dick.]

I do love this.

[Arthur gets up on his knees and bracing his hand on Eames' shoulders and looking down at him with a heavy expression of want. He loves that Eames loves this and he loves it too - he can tell this is going to be a good one.]

[Much better.]

[Eames makes a gently pleased noise and takes Arthur in his hand again, leaning in to leave kisses at the joint of Arthur's thigh. Part of him feels like he could spend hours like this-- a more realistic part of him is aware of all the ways that's a lie, but the taste of Arthur's skin and the way he feels are far and away two of Eames' favourite things.]

[Arthur brushes his fingers through Eames' hair, watching him with a soft and patient smile. He's on cloud nine right now and could probably watch Eames do just about anything.]

[Eames is taking his time; it wasn't an exaggeration when he talked about memorising this dick and he's openly savouring every moment as if this is in any way something he couldn't do as often as he wanted.]

[He hums, leaving kisses at the base and drags his tongue slow and indulgent up the underside of Arthur's cock with another pleased hum.]

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