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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[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.]

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You're so fucking beautiful.

[Arthur's voice is thick as he picks up the pace to something a little less careful and a little more natural. It feels so good to be inside of Eames and to know that he's making him feel so good and that it's going to be even better when he bites him. Arthur can hear the heartbeat beneath Eames' skin almost as loud as his moans but he knows he has to wait - he's had enough practice to know when the perfect moment is.]

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[Eames curses again, eyebrows pulled together as he looks up at Arthur. He pushes his hands up Arthur's sides, around to his back, pressing hard with his fingertips like he's trying to find a grip to hold on to.]

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[Arthur's back arches under Eames' fingers and he lowers himself down to his elbows, kissing Eames' jaw once he's down there and murmuring a question about whether Eames wants it harder or not into his ear.]

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[Part of him always wants it harder, but this is good right now. Amazing. He shakes his head.]

This is perfect.

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[Arthur grunts and moans with the effort he's putting in right now, rolling his hips into Eames as he feels pressure begin to build low in his stomach. It's just a hint right now but he tries to make sure he focuses on the feedback he's getting from Eames, waiting for the right moment to bare his fangs, for now just kissing him messily and moaning against his lips.]

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[Eames arches under Arthur, dragging his nails down his back. There's no shortage of noise from Eames, and when he starts edging closer his moans get more desperate, he clings to Arthur and hooks his legs together at his back, his whole body tensing up as he tries to hold on to it long enough.]

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[Arthur can see the signs and when Eames really starts ramping up the noise he pulls away from Eames' face, groaning as he tries to concentrate on Eames' neck to find a good spot. It's a good thing he knows the layout there like the back of his hand - he's had to find safe spots to bite enough times that he recognizes them just by specific way the muscles curve under his lips. He doesn't waste a lot of time because Eames seems to be approaching the end very quickly, so after a moment at his chosen spot he scrapes his teeth across the skin and then sinks into it with sharp fangs.]

[The blood flowing into his mouth tastes and feels so good, and as always he forgets where he is for a second, fucking Eames on autopilot. A moment later he's back, picking up the pace just a touch to finish them both off as he drinks Eames' blood.]

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[Eames curses when he feels Arthur's fangs on his neck, one hand coming up to thread his fingers into Arthur's hair. When he feels Arthur break the skin, the pain slows him for a moment, but then a noise comes out of him that's practically a sob and his orgasm hits him long and hard. Thighs tightening at Arthur's sides and he tugs on Arthur's hair, totally lost to this right now.]

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[Arthur groans against Eames' neck, trying to catch all the blood he can as his orgasm starts to hit him and he rocks into Eames' hips with just a touch more force. He's going to keep going until he's done, moaning loudly and struggling too keep his mouth over the open wounds on Eames' neck.]

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[Eames holds on to Arthur for dear life, volume only increasing when Arthur fucks him that little bit harder. Even once his orgasm's passed he keeps moaning and shuddering and arching inder Arthur, desperate for everything he's got to give.]