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 rocks his hips down on his hand with a soft groan, flashing a smile down at Arthur.]

Not yet you haven't.

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[Arthur looks up at Eames' face with a smile.]

You are so fucking gorgeous.

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[Eames hums, definitely pleased with that, and keeps watching Arthur as he presses his fingers up a little more.]

Go on.

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I've never met anyone as beautiful as you.

[He brings his hand up to Eames' face. What a good, handsome face. He smirks as he continues.]

I could watch you finger yourself all day. You make such wonderful sounds.

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Fuck--

[He's in the middle of curling his fingers toward his prostate when Eames realises he could easily get himself off just listening to Arthur and for a moment it's a struggle to stop himself in case autopilot takes over. Eames breathes out a shaky moan and pulls his hand away, glancing around to find where he left the condoms to pick one up.]

We'll have to revisit that later. For now...

[He shimmies back a little on Arthur's thighs so he can get a hand on Arthur's dick and roll the condom on, and give him a few pumps to make absolutely sure he's as hard as he can get.]

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[Arthur lets out a soft grunt at Eames' hand on his dick, laying back and watching, ready for Eames to just be on him already. He loves watching him get ready but he really loves watching him ride his dick. It's a genuinely beautiful sight.]

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[Arthur seems to be pretty much ready, so Eames lifts his hips and lines everything up, taking his time. When he's sure he doesn't need his hands anymore he sits up and lets his head fall back a little as he sinks down on Arthur's dick, eyes falling shut with a low noise of satisfaction when he's sitting flush on Arthur's hips. He doesn't bother to wait, rolling his hips straight away.]

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Arthur moans and his head falls back too as he puts his hands on Eames' hips. There's something really wonderful about feeling Eames' weight on him, knowing the power he must feel now. Arthur loves it, loves watching him, which is why he tilts his head back up to look up at him now with another groan.]

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[Eames moans, back arcing as he moves, rocking his hips until he's almost pulling off of Arthur every time. Gasping and groaning every time he sinks back down.]

God, you feel so fucking good.

[He opens his eyes to look down at Arthur and drags his habds down his body to find Arthur's on his hips, taking them to gently move to the mattress as Eames bends down to nose at his face for a kiss.]

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[Arthur kisses him hungrily, moaning against Eames' lips as he arches his back.]

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[Eames' moans get louder against Arthur's lips, and he puts his weight down on his hands to move more aggressively, bouncing off Arthur's hips roughly. He nips at Arthur's lip, sparing him a smirk at he pulls away to kiss along the line of Arthur's jaw.]

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[Arthur lets out staggered moans as he turns his head to give Eames better access to his neck, squeezing Eames' hands.]

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[If pressed, Eames honestly wouldn't be able to explain this reaction. He kisses down the side of Arthur's neck, pausing to pay special attention to a spot at just above his collarbone, and nips lightly at the skin. Maybe it's just because he's so overwhelmed by how good everything feels right now, or it's an open mouth at someone's throat — even without the steady pulse running through it — but he can't stop himself before his fangs come out and he's sinking them in with another low groan.]

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[The feeling of teeth sinking into his neck is genuinely surprising and painful and Arthur tenses up right away with a pained gasp and grunt. He manages to get Eames' name out of his mouth in his panic but he doesn't throw Eames off - he's too surprised.]

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[He's not had the chance to use his fangs yet, and whilst the blood might not be fresh or alive, there's something about biting into a body and the taste of blood on his tongue that makes it impossible to think of much else. It does nothing for that hunger in him, tastes fine but little else, and it makes Eames double down as if maybe he'll get a taste of something more.]

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Eames--!

[It's not necessarily that it hurts, althought it does hurt, it's that Arthur can tell Eames isn't necessarily thinking about anything at this point and they need to clarify a few things about asking before biting. He pulls one hand out from Eames' grasp and pushes on his chest to get his mouth off of him.]

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[He makes a weak noise of protest as his grip on Arthur's neck slips and he's pushed away, expression a little petulant like a kid being denied a treat for a moment before he registers the sight of Arthur under him.]

Oh my god.

[He lets go of Arthur's other hand and brushes his fingers up the side of his neck with a frown. Losing control for Eames usually means getting real noisy, not biting his boyfriend's neck in some attempt to get a meal out of him. He's clearly embarrassed, avoiding looking at Arthur's face with a frown.]

I'm sorry.

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[Arthur brings his hand up to his neck to check the damage, still just a lightly bewildered look on his face. It’s not like he’s critically wounded or anything but he needs a moment to process what has just happened, and then he reaches out to put his hand on Eames’ arm.]

It’s okay, I’m fine.

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I know, I just...

[He frowns, watching Arthur check his neck. He's not worried he injured him or anything, but it's embarrassing that this even happened, let alone the shock he imagines of being bitten unexpectedly.]

[Eames sighs and sits up, looking aside away from Arthur.]

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[Arthut hums with Eames’ movement, clearly part of his body wants to finish what they started.]

It’s okay. It didn’t even occur to me that you’d be tempted to do that.

[He’s trying to sound reassuring as he gets over the shock of the whole thing, and he lays back with a sigh before looking at Eames with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.]

How did I taste?

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Good.

[He's a little hesitant to say it, because he feels as though he might just think that because he hasn't had the real thing fresh from the source, but he shakes his head and looks down at Arthur with an attempt at a smirk to fight that off.]

Like a zero calorie alternative.

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[Arthur puts his hand on Eames' hip and rubs his thumb back and forth affectionately.]

I've never tried another vampire's blood.

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[A little reluctantly, Eames slips off Arthur to lay on his back next to him. Part of him would like to continue, but other parts are obviously flagging thanks to how awkward and uncomfortable Eames is feeling and sitting on Arthur's dick is really only making that worse right now.]

Don't know why you would.

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[Arthur looks down at himself, privately lamenting the fact that he's probably not going to get off very soon. The bite to his neck surprisingly didn't interupt his boner. He'd roll over and cuddle up but he doesn't need to get all of that up in Eames' space so he stays put, though he turns his head to look at Eames with his eyebrows pulled together in thought.]

Part of me assumed I'd keep biting you during sex.

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[Eames laughs at that, mostly in surprise.]

Really?

[He turns his head to look at Arthur.]

I assumed you wouldn't want to.