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vampire trash? me?
[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.]
[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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You're too easy.
[His tone is charmed as he drags his fingers across Eames' lower stomach, basically getting as close to the Important Bits as he can without actually touching - he's patient enough to wait on that.]
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You're so gorgeous.
[He glances down to look at what he's doing as he slips his hand back down between Eames' legs and starts massaging at his entrance again.]
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I can't wait for you to show me exactly how gorgeous you think I am.
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I don't think there are enough hours in the day for me express that.
[He pauses a beat and then presses a finger into Eames, going slow but starting to pump it in and out right away.]
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Pretty soon we'll have a really long time to find out though.
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Eternity might be long enough.
[He curls his finger, trying to encourage some moans from Eames and testing how loose he's getting.]
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So when do I get to reciprocate?
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Reciprocate?
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[He ends up cutting himself off with a moan, shifting his hips with the movement of Arthur's hand.]
Let you know you how breathtaking you are.
[His lips quirk in a small smirk.]
Could take me a while too.
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We'll have to trade off. We can each take it a few days at a time.
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[He's hard against Eames' hip, but he gives himself a bit of a hand after he slips his underwear off and gets up and between Eames' legs, making a point of looking Eames over and letting the sight of him get him just a little harder. He takes his sweet time getting the condom and rolling it on.]
Ready?
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You know I am.
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[When he's in as deep as he can comfortably go, he leans down to put his weight on his hands, hoving over Eames and watching him as he starts at at an easy, shallow rhythm.]
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