vampire trash? me?

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[It's been on his mind a lot over the last few weeks, the idea of becoming a vampire. Partially because he's looking older than Arthur these days, and if he lets that go on too long it's going to get pretty weird, but moreover he just feels ready]

[Anxious as fuck, but ready.]

[The idea of it is terrifying — he'd gone to Mal for an explanation of the finer details rather than worry Arthur with his questions, seeing as she's actually done it before and Arthur hasn't — the idea that he could just... Die. It's not one that sits easy with Eames. He rather likes being alive, in fact half the point of becoming a vampire is to keep being alive, for a stretch on the word, forever.]

[So he's been dealing with that a lot, pretending otherwise whenever Arthur notices him being distant or pensive so he can work out his feelings on this without any outside influence. He knows Arthur wouldn't be mad if he changed his mind, it's a huge change to undertake, but it's not that he might not want this so much as wondering if the risks are really worth it.]

[They are.]

[But now they need to talk about it, so Eames is psyching himself up to do exactly that. Offered to stay in and make dinner while Arthur's off doing his errands to give himself some time alone to think about it. Maybe making some significant progress on a bottle of wine to calm his nerves, maybe it'll slow him down enough Arthur won't realise how keyed up he is the second he gets home.]

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[Arthur hastily pushes his pants down and does his best to wriggle them off so they can get back to the point of this whole thing. He pushes at Eames' pants too trying to show just how much he'd like to get this underway.]

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[Eames can't do much about his pants from this position, but he can rock his hips down against Arthur's and fumble his pants open to work on getting hard.]

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[Arthur clumsily gets his hand down there too, caressing and fondling whatever his fingers find, even just resting on Eames' hip if Eames' hand is in the way.]

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[Eames has had a lot to drink, so he's not obviously responsive right away, but Eames can feel it sending a shiver up his spine and he lets out a soft moan. He keeps rocking his hips and leans into Arthur for a messy kiss.]

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[Arthur keens and moans against Eames' lips, following up with some aimless murmuring about how badly he wants Eames right now as he does his best to get some blood flowing down there.]

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[Eames moans a little louder, responding in kind and telling Arthur how beautiful he is and how good Eames is going to make him feel, rocking into Arthur's hand to get hard as soon as possible.]

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[Arthur looks down between them as he keeps going, a bit urgent but careful not to go too hard or fast.]

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[He's definitely getting there and he sits up to try and reach the nightstand for the lube and a condom without moving away from Arthur. Which he just about manages with a small laugh when he almost falls off.]

[Once he has them though, he holds them up with a self-satisfied smirk.]

I think it's your turn.

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[Arthur looks at the supplies and smiles, putting both hands on Eames' chest.]

By all means.

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[Eames grins and slips off Arthur's lap to move down between Arthur's legs. He wastes no time pouring some lube on his fingers and slipping his hand between his legs, leaning down to kiss his chest at the same time.]

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[Arthur just keeps smiling as he puts his hands on Eames' head and affectionately brushes his fingers through his hair.]

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[Eames sighs happily at the attention, and this time he's going to spend with his mouth on Arthur as he presses his fingers into him, slow and teasing just to hear the noises it'll get out of him.]

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[It's basically a whimper to start, his legs falling apart as he arches his back to press his chest up into Eames' mouth. He follows with a moan, clenching his fists in Eames' hair and managing not to pull too hard.]

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[Eames moans softly, definitely pleased with that, and he presses in a little deeper. He scrapes his teeth and sucks on Arthur's skin too-- it's hard to leave any marks on Arthur, and even when he does they never last, but that's not going to stop Eames from trying.]

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[Arthur groans, rambling out something encouraging about the intensity. He may be enjoying it slow but he needs it a little bit hard right now too, and hopefully he's conveying that through his moans and grunts.]

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[Eames makes a gently chiding noise against Arthur's skin and keeps pace. He's not trying to get Arthur off or anything, so he can wait a little to get something harder.]

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[Arthur feels more than ready at this point even though Eames hasn't been going for very long. He feels so good and big and strong above him and Arthur wants so badly to feel him in full force.]

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[Eames twists his hand a little and lifts his head to look at Arthur. If he's getting impatient then maybe he's good to go, but on the other hand he might just be demanding Eames do more with his hand.]

You can't be ready already.

[Though he is more than happy to be wrong.]

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[Arthur looks up at Eames like he's even surprising himself.]

I don't know I'm just very turned on right now.

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[Eames laughs fondly and leans down to kiss Arthur.]

I know you can take a bit of pain, but I'm gonna keep going a little longer, okay?

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[Arthur doesn't bother responding, humming happily (but still a little desperately) as he runs his hands over Eames' back instead. He thinks he could probably start now and be okay but Eames is really good at this part, it's probably best not to rush it.]

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[It's been like two seconds, Eames just doesn't trust Arthur could take anything bigger than a sharpie comfortably right now.]

[It's not too much longer before he thinks it's probably been enough though, and Eames sits up to get that condom on. And maybe take a good, long look at Arthur while he's up there.]

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[Arthur stares back up at him with the gaze of someone who wants to be looked at, almost as challenging as it is inviting. He glances down as Eames is putting the condom on but does manage to drag his attention back to Eames' face, hoping he at least understands how much he wants him at all times, how overwhelming that feeling is.]

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[Eames doesn't fully know Arthur feels that way, not so intensely, but he'd understand if he did. If only because he feels exactly the same. Right now it's clear in his expression, the way he looks at Arthur like nothing in the world could make him look away.]

[He takes a moment just to make sure he's lined up properly, and then leans down over Arthur on an arm as he presses in.]

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[Arthur gasps as Eames presses into him, hands on Eames' shoulders, fingers digging in just a little. It is a little bit tight but not too much and as Eames presses deeper Arthur lets out another soft moan.]