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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[Arthur gently hushes Eames when he moans, bringing his free hand around to press his thumb to Eames’ lip, but it’s almost more like he’s appreciating the shape and fullness of them instead. His bites on his own moan when Eames’ hand is on him, and as if he wants to make the whole situation worse he presses his fingers into Eames and curls them to see how tight he is.]

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[Eames bites his lip, making a choked noise in the back of his throat. He rolls his hips down against Arthur's hand and lets his head fall back, hand moving a little more firmly against Arthur at the same time.]

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[Arthur doesn't spend so much energy being acutely aware of the noise they're making but now he's actively trying to gauge whether the loud music, muffled through the door, is enough to drown them out for a human walking by. A vampire could easily focus in and hear every sound they make, but as Arthur knows you can't win them all. He just tries to sense the volume at which the humans next door could hear them or not and aims to stay below that without compromising too much of the experience.]

[In some ways it enhances the experience, but that's just his opinion after hearing Eames try and stop himself. Arthur drops his head to kiss Eames' neck as he curls his fingers a little harder, pumping them in and out at a shallow but insistent pace.]

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[Eames makes another noise in the back of his throat, the hand he has on Arthur's dick becoming totally useless and resting where it is instead of actually doing anything. He's quickly overwhelmed, and it takes a real effort on his part to even think about anything except how he feels in the moment, looking up at Arthur with his brows pulled together in concentration.]

Do you have any condoms with you?

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[Arthur hums an affirmative sounding noise against Eames' neck but doesn't relent with his fingers. He's really enjoying the reaction he's getting from Eames right now and would like a little bit more.]

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[That's enough for Eames and he brings his arms up to loop around Arthur's neck with a quiet moan, closing his eyes to let himself get back where he was a moment ago. It's not exactly difficult for him, biting his lip to try and keep any noises he makes quiet. He looks over at the door, wondering briefly if anyone could hear if they stopped to listen, and the thought sends sparks up his spine. Something that has his back arching and him murmuring Arthur's voice in desperation.]

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[Arthur works a few more of those sounds out of Eames before he finally pulls away and slips his fingers out of him. He has to shuffle a bit to get his wallet out of his back pocket but when he does he quickly retrieves the condom and tosses the wallet on the table in front of him. He's mostly hard already but he hasn't bothered to undo his pants just yet. It's a little uncomfortable but kissing Eames right now seems more important.]

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[Eames relaxes slightly when Arthur pulls his fingers out and kisses him eagerly, holding Arthur's face in both hands. He pulls back a little, murmuring softly against Arthur's lips.]

I'm going to need you to sit back and put that condom on.

[Somebody's feeling bold now there's no fingers in his butt.]

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[Arthur smirks and leans back against the couch, looking down as he undoes his pants and pushes them down far enough to get his dick out. He rolls the condom on quickly and gives himself a couple pumps to get a little harder, steadying his breath patiently.]

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[Eames doesn't waste any time, though he does allow himself a moment to just enjoy the sight before him as he pushes himself upright, but it's just a moment. He's not sure if someone will come check up on them if they're in here a while, but it's best not to push it.]

[He puts his knees down either side of Arthur and puts a hand down on Arthur's shoulder, spitting in his other palm and gently slipping his hand under Arthur's to take over.]

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[Arthur's pretty confident no one's going to knock on the door unless there's a fire or something, so his mind is totally on Eames at the moment and how gorgeous he looks in his lap. He keeps watching as Eames' hand takes over, humming happily as he puts his hands on Eames' thighs.]

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[Eames glances down at his hand, and then leans forward to brush his lips over Arthur's for a kiss. He shifts forward, using his grip on Arthur to line him up and slowly sinks down onto him, moaning softly against Arthur's lips.]

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[Arthur's moan catches in his throat, coming out quiet but umistakable against Eames' lips. He has to force himself to relax his hands on Eames' waist and ends up just pressing back into the couch like he's trying to make room.]

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[Eames' fingers dig in where he's holding Arthur's shoulder as he starts to move, rolling his hips down against Arthur's like he's trying to get him as deep as he can go.]

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[Arthur groans and his head falls back for a moment before he picks it up again in search of a kiss. Eames is doing a great job setting the pace for the time behing so he keeps his hips still and his hands wander up Eames' back, appreciating every inch of him.]

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[Eames lets out a few quiet moans that come out weakly against Arthur's lips. He's clearly trying really hard to keep the volume down, which is its own kind of thrill, but something about the situation makes it harder than it usually would be too. Not that Eames is really giving any thought to why that is.]

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[Arthur murmurs something about how hot Eames is as he grabs his ass and starts rolling his hips slightly.]

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[Eames curses under his breath and pulls away from the kiss, leaning back and bracing his hands on Arthur's knees. It's almost perfect like this, every time Arthur hits him right where he needs and it has Eames breathing out soft curses and quiet groans between heavy breaths]

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[Arthur curses, hushed as he flattens a palm out on Eames' stomach and pushes it up his chest.]

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[He's close, he can feel it pooling in the pit of his stomach, and Eames' eyes screw shut and his head falls back as he tries to get there. The restraint it takes not to make the noises he usually would is visible in the way his neck and arms tense and strain, fingers digging in hard on Arthur's legs. What works its way out of him is a whimper and a sob that he'd probably bite down harder on if he realised there are still people who can hear them, but he'll have plenty of time to be embarrassed later.]

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[Arthur hisses out some encouragements, rolling his hips up into Eames as he feels his own orgasm fast approaching. There's no doubt in his mind that someone already knows they're fucking, and while no one else needs to know, he's not about to pretend like being any quieter about this will help.]

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[Eames' whole body tenses up tight and trembles right before he comes, and when he does it's with another sob that punches its way out of him. He keeps rolling his hips through the whole thing, trying to prolong that feeling for as long as he can.]

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[Arthur's hot on Eames' heels, biting down strangled moans as his head falls back and fingers curl on Eames' chest. It feels so fucking good and Eames looks so fucking good and Arthur tells him so as he starts to come down.]

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[Normally Eames would take a minute or two to bask in the afterglow, especially after an orgasm like that one, but he doesn't bother waiting longer than a moment before he sits up and leans forward, cupping Arthur's face in both hands to pull him into a kiss.]

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[Arthur hums and grips Eames' hips tightly, enjoying the post-coital comfort of still being inside Eames with no urgency to get off. He knows they have to separate ASAP so he drinks this in, deciding any shame and embarrassment is a future Arthur problem.]