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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[After another little while Arthur pulls his fingers out, getting up on his knees behind Eames and putting a hand on his hip to indicate that it's time as he leans over for the condom. He's fairly leisurely about rolling it on and getting more lube as he waits for Eames, and even when Eames is all set he's just going to gently take his hips and rock against him for a moment, getting a little more stimulation before he goes all in.]

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[Eames helpfully pushes himself up properly on his hands and knees, shamelessly grinding back against Arthur with a pleased sigh at the feel of him. He's shifts his weight a little to get comfortable when something occurs to him that is suddenly extremely important.]

Wait-- wait.

[He looks back at Arthur, pretty serious about this.]

Take the condom off.

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[Arthur almost has the urge to ask Eames if he’s sure about that, but then he just sighs and leans back a little to pull off the condom and reapply some lube.]

Probably would have broken it anyway.

[That’s only a little for effect as he resumes what he was doing before.]

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[Eames opens his mouth like he wants to say something about that, but he seems to think better of it after a moment or two and goes back to happily pressing back and grinding against Arthur instead. That's a much better use of his time.]

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[Arthur doesn't wait much longer and he doesn't bother with much preamble either, he just pulls back, lines himself up, and then slowly starts to sink into Eames with a moan. He feels so fucking good and Arthur loves this angle, so it's almost like he can't help himself when he starts rolling his hips immediately after sinking all the way into him with his hands on Eames' hips. He knows he can probably go a while once he hits his hardest rhythm and he doesn't want to waste too much time getting there.]

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[Eames moans low and deep in his chest, back arching at the feeling of Arthur finally inside him. He curses when Arthur starts moving, already enjoying this a hell of a lot.]

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God, you're hot.

[Arthur puts his hand on Eames' lower back, increasing his range of motion a bit but keeping a pretty regular pace.]

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[Eames drops his head with another moan and a curse, rocking back to meet Arthur on each thrust.]

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I'm gonna start going harder.

[He's not planning on going his hardest right away but it's worth warning Eames that he's going to start ramping up so he's ready. He puts both hands on Eames' hips and gets a little harder, still relaxed but with a little urgency now.]

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[Eames acknowledges him with a short "uh-huh," but when Arthur picks up hehe almost shouts and digs his fingers into the sheets for a moment, spreading his legs a little to make sure he's stable.]

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[Arthur groans and hangs his head, digging his fingers into Eames' hips to keep him still as he picks up even more speed and power. He's still counting on Eames to tell him if it's too hard, but he's so energized by Eames' blood and he's sure Eames is strong enough to take whatever he can give him at this point.]

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[This is definitely more than he's ever had from Arthur before, and Eames steadily gets louder and more vocal as it goes. He'd almost be worried if he were the type to care about upsetting the neighbours, but right now he couldn't focus on anything except the feeling of Arthur fucking him if he wanted to.]

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[Arthur moans and fucks Eames a little harder and a little faster with each passing minute. His motion is almost mechanical down to the even rhythm of the hard slap of skin on skin and the bruising force that he's holding Eames' hips with. This is definitely the hardest he's fucked anyone in at least a very long time and he groans and grunts desperately with the effort, almost his whole body tense now to keep it up.]

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[Some of the noises starting to come out of Eames aren't even ones he knew he had in him, every curse and moan coming out like a sob or a whimper almost as if he's in pain, which. Well. He is. But it feels so fucking good, everything he imagined and then some.]

[He lets his upper body all but fall to the bed, one arm curled under him where he can press his forehead into it, and the other stretched out on the bed, desperately grasping at the sheets. His chest, even, ends up flat on the bed with just his ass up for Arthur.]

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[Arthur's gripping him so tight that even if Eames' legs went out he'd probably still be able to hold him up, though perhaps the simple fact of Eames' legs going out would make him pause. He manages to ask if Eames is still good through the moaning, though he doesn't slow down at all. He may have excellent stamina but he can tell he's already over the hill here, working towards an excellent orgasm.]

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[Eames desperately babbles out something to tell Arthur how good it is, practically trembling in Arthur's grip with how overwhelmed he is. At this point it's even harder than he ever imagined and he wanted it hard and fast, but that orgasm is coming really quickly and Eames is almost sad it's going to be over soon, even if rationally he knows there's no possible way he could take this for too long.]

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[Arthur lets out a growl as he feels his stomach start to tighten up, but he manages some words to warn Eames that he's going to come soon. It's only going to be a few more moments but it's like he manages to find another half gear as he tries to fuck the orgasm out of Eames before he finishes.]

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[His legs definitely give way at that, and Eames rattles off a near endless stream of curses and pleas when he comes. His whole body shakes and he tries to find purchase by grabbing at the sheers agan, hands twisting in the fabric and back arching while he comes harder than he's pretty sure he ever has before.]

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[Arthur's at the edge already and that helps send him over, cursing and growling and moaning, holding Eames' hips up throughout. He barely even realizes that he's supporting Eames' wait until he slows to a stop and looks down. He pulls out right away, slow and with a soft moan, and then he's careful finally letting go of Eames' hips where he'll probably be terribly bruised and then healed up within the next 24 hours.]

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[Eames' hips fall when Arthur lets them go and he moans weakly, still trembling, out of breath because his brain hasn't caught the memo on not needing to breathe yet.]

[He really can't move or speak or thibk yet, he's an oversensitised mess and thoroughly blessed out.]

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[Arthur sits back, letting his body unwind and watching Eames to make sure he's okay.]

Hey.

[He reaches out to put his hand on Eames' back, his tone gentle as he smiles.]

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[Eames hums and shivers, slowly turning on his side so Arthur can see his face and how happy he is right now. He just needs some time to recover.]

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[Arthur smiles affectionately and lays down in front of Eames, hand moving to his chest.]

I forgot I could go that hard.

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It was good.

[Eames shifts a little to get comfortable, curling up on himself with another soft moan.]

Better than I thought it would be.

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[Arthur gets closer and noses in to Eames' face.]

You'll have to return the favour when you feel up to it.