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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[Eames makes a slightly desperate noise, spreading his legs a little further apart. He rests a hand on Arthur's arm, looking at him with his lips parted and his eyes tracking Arthur's expression.]

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[Arthur laughs and leans in to give Eames a kiss.]

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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[Eames murmurs something along the lines of "shut up" against Arthur's lips, but he's also lifting a hand to cup his face and leaning up into the kiss eagerly. He's trying not to be impatient, he'll enjoy this a hell of a lot more that way, but it's tough when Arthur's right here and he's all wound up from just a little attention.]

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[Arthur hums happily in response, hand dipping between Eames' legs again, this time his fingers ghost over Eames' entrance. He does that a couple times, massaging circles on Eames' thigh and stretching his fingers to tease Eames a little harder each time.]

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[Eames moans softly, lifting his hips a little toward Arthur's hand with a slightly disappointed noise.]

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[Arthur finally shifts his attention to massage Eames' entrance, like he's just trying to get him thinking about loosening up. It's firm enough to provide a bit of stimulation but Arthur doesn't want to drag this out too long, so after a little while he finally wraps his hand around Eames' dick and starts stroking slowly. After all they do have the rest of eternity to figure out how hard Arthur can get him without touching his cock.]

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[That sends a few sparks up his spine and Eames moans louder at that, arching his back slightly, still pressing his hips towards Arthur's hand.]

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[Arthur presses himself to Eames' side, relieving some of the ache for contact that he feels. His hand moves at a decent enough pace to get Eames aroused - he's not teasing him anymore but it's not a race either.]

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[That does help a little, and his fingers dig in at Arthur's side for a moment before he lets himself relax into it. His moans soften, but they're constant, along with slight movements of his hips with Arthur's hand.]

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[Arthur keeps it up until Eames is hard in his hand, moaning encouraging murmurs against Eames' lips. When he feels like Eames is hard enough, he lets go so he can reach over to get the lube from where he left it on the bed.]

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[He glances up when Arthur stops; he's all flushed and breathing a little heavy already, and he lets out a puff of breath in the moment of respite, pushing his hair back off his forehead and shimmying a little to get comfortable.]

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[Arthur grins down at Eames affectionately as he rubs some lube on his fingers.]

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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[Eames preens under the attention, humming at the feel of Arthur's fingers against him, and licks his lips while his eyes flit down to see what he can of Arthur without sitting up. He can't see it, but it's pretty obvious what part of Arthur he's thinking about exactly, and pointedly wriggles his hips a little.]

I can't wait for you to show me exactly how gorgeous you think I am.

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[Arthur looks down at his hand again thoughtfully.]

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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[Eames lets out an amused breath, one that turns into a moan at the feeling of something finally inside him, but he's still looking up at Arthur. He reaches for his face again, thumb brushing back and forth over his cheek affectionately.]

Pretty soon we'll have a really long time to find out though.

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[Arthur hums happily, leaning in to give him another kiss.]

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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[Eames gasps and his eyes fall closed for a moment, hips rocking down on Arthur's hand to get some more of that with a low groan. When he opens his eyes again, it's with a laser focus on Arthur's face, as if the brief moment his eyes were shut is unacceptable.]

So when do I get to reciprocate?

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[Arthur raises an eyebrow as he pulls his finger out, wasting no time before he presses back in with two fingers. It's still nice and slow but he's definitely aiming to keep Eames aroused while he stretches him out.]

Reciprocate?

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Yeah--

[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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[Arthur gives him a wry smile as he curls his fingers extra hard for Eames' benefit.]

We'll have to trade off. We can each take it a few days at a time.

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[He would have something to say to that, but what comes out is a sharp curse and he gives Arthur a look like he's deeply offended by this turn of events.]

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[Arthur's smile is almost smug as he leans back down to kiss Eames' neck, pressing his lips to the skin like he's trying to measure his pulse. His fingers pump into Eames at a steady pace for a little while longer until he feels like Eames is ready (even though the sounds coming out of his mouth have probably been indicating that for a while).]

[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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[He pushes both hands through his hair, looking at what he can see of Arthur's hands until he speaks, and then he looks up with a raised eyebrow.]

You know I am.

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[With a little bit more lube and a smug smirk, Arthur takes Eames' hips and pulls him up flush with his own. The motion is a little rough but Arthur's immediately moving on, lining himself up and pushing into Eames slowly and carefully.]

[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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[Eames doesn't mind being manhandled a bit anyway, or a lot, and he takes the opportunity to hike his thighs up on Arthur's hips. His head falls back with a long, drawn out noise of pleasure when Arthur's finally pressing into him, hands curling into fists in his own hair.]