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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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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.]

[Arthur's already half-hard with the attention, and he doesn't bother trying to keep himself quiet when he feels Eames' tongue.]

[Usually he'd take Arthur in his mouth at this point, let him get hard and get off that way, but Eames decides not to. Smiling to himself, he instead spends some time enjoying all of Arthur with his tongue and lips along the length of it, bringing his hand up to do most of the work while he makes a show of how much he loves Arthur's dick.]

[Arthur tilts his hips toward Eames' face, leaning away at the same time to offset the movement and look at him because he's beautiful. He knows Eames is making a show of it and he's more than willing to be an engaged participant and audience to whatever Eames wants to do especially if it involves his mouth on Arthur's dick.]

[Eames looks up at Arthur with a smile that's more serene than it is dirty, as if he couldn't possibly be happier right now. His eyes slide shut as he dips his head again, not just making a show but all but making love to Arthur's dick with his mouth and hands right now. He hums softly as he lowers his head to lick a stripe up and press a kiss to Arthur's balls while he keeps slowly pumping his hand.]

[Arthur gasps like he's offended, leaning back a little more and reaching down to trace his fingers along Eames' jaw.]

[It's real hard not to lean into Arthur's touch, but he makes a pleased noise at the attention. Kissing and sucking at Arthur with that same look of quiet joy on his face for a little while, and when he opens his mouth to speak he's still shamelessly nuzzling at everything Arthur has going on down here.]

You know-- I think yours might be the best cock I've ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth.

[Arthur moans Eames' name. He's hard as a rock now and it's hard not to writhe into Eames' touch when he's up on his knees like this.]

It's so beautiful, just like the rest of you.

[Eames runs his first two fingers around the head of Arthur's dick, collecting up any liquids that might be accumulating, and he looks up at Arthur because he's an awful tease when he decides to suck on those fingers for a moment or two instead of anything else that might be in need of his attention here.]

Fantastic taste too.

[Arthur watches every moment, feeling acutely aware of the energy Eames' blood has given him and the way his cock twitches in Eames' hand. He's almost breathless when he puts his hand back on Eames' jaw.]

Your mouth is so fucking gorgeous.

[Eames winks and licks his lips for Arthur's viewing pleasure.]

Just wait until you see it wrapped around you.

[He keeps his eyes on Arthur's as he ducks his head and licks him from root to tip, waiting a moment to let Arthur see himself resting on Eames' tongue before he closes his mouth around him. Time to get serious about this.]

[Arthur's seen it plenty of times but it still makes him moan as he puts both hands on the back of Eames' head and balls his fists in his hair. It's hard not to rock his hips into Eames' mouth but he keeps it under control for the moment, whining and grunting with the effort.]

[Eames hums, encouraging all this as he bobs his head. Taking his time, but he's obviously not teasing anymore.]

[He can't help a slight rocking as he starts to get a feel for Eames' pace, indulging in the feeling of Eames' tongue on the bottom of his dick. Now that he's relaxed a little more it won't be very long, but he can hold on a little while before he comes. In the meantime he's letting out a long string of words punctuated by moans, telling Eames how beautiful he is and how good his mouth feels. He's not usually this wordy but this is a special occasion.]

[Eames certainly appreciates it, moaning a little as he relaxes his throat to take Arthur all the way in, gripping his hip to encourage him to do whatever it is he wants to do here. His other hand he lifts between his legs, rubbing slight lines back and forth over Arthur's skin until he finds his entrance and massages over it. He'd smirk if he could, but he's too busy enjoying what he's doing for that.]

[His moan comes out like a sob and he rocks back onto Eames' fingers, whining out a plea for Eames to do it as he grips his hair even tighter. He knows he's going to come as soon as Eames' fingers press into him, if they do, but he knows that release is going to feel amazing when it happens.]

[Eames takes his time rubbing circles, mostly for his own peace of mind that his fingers are still wet enough to push them into Arthur without much, if any, discomfort. He feels like they haven't dried up enough to be a problem though, and pushes into Arthur slow and careful, making more encouraging noises in his throat and through his nose as he does. He can't think of anything he wants more right now than for Arthur to come in his mouth, and he can tell he's real close right now.]

[It takes a moment of rocking back onto Eames' fingers and then forward into his mouth but then Arthur's coming hard and loud. He can't help his hips going through the motions as his orgasm sends pleasure to every part of his body. It feels so fucking good and he says Eames' name a few times like he's desperate for it to keep going and for it to end all at once.]

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