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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[It takes a great amount of effort to pull away but he does, resting his forehead against Eames' forehead.]

I don't want to fuck on this couch again.

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[Eames laughs softly and puts his hands on Arthur's chest.]

You sure? It's pretty convenient.

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[Arthur looks down at Eames' mouth like it's hard to resist it. It is.]

Our bed is more comfortable and I don't want to hold back.

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[That comment gets a low noise from Eames and he licks his lips a little unconsciously.]

I do like it when you really let loose.

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[Arthur shifts his weight.]

Let's get out of here.

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[Eames doesn't need to be told twice, going for another kiss first before he straightens himself to leave. Not hastily, but definitely with purpose in his stride.]

[The second they're home, it's different. Once the door is closed, Eames immediately turns to Arthur to kiss him like he's been dying to since earlier, aggressive and intense, reaching for Arthur with both hands to pull him flush against him.]

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[Arthur leaves the money on the table and follows Eames out, eager to get home.]

[He groans and basically melts against Eames, wrapping his arms around his neck and getting close. His sense are still lit up and Eames feels so good right now.]

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[Eames gives some brief thought to getting to bed, but that ends up coming out as him pushing Arthur back against the door so he can properly lean his weight into it.]

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[Arthur lets out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan, bringing his hand around to the top of Eames' shirt to start undoing buttons. He would like them both to be naked as soon as possible regardless of where they are thanks.]

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[Eames slips out of his jacket and lets it fall on the floor, following Arthur's lead by untucking Arthur's shirt to start working those buttons open as quickly as he can.]

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[Arthur gasps softly and presses himself back against the door so he has room to get the rest of the buttons undone, pulling away to look down when he starts to fumble.]

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[He hasn't felt like this in a while, this kind of lit up and ready to just take Arthur, it's been at least a few weeks and somewhere in the back of his head Eames is aware that he missed it. He kissed the noises Arthur makes when he takes control and the way he looks at him like he's overwhelmed.]

[He wants that right now, and so when Arthur leans back and pulls away, Eames closes that distance. Working quickly through Arthur's buttons (a few might be a little loose after this) so he can press his hands to Arthur's skin and around to his hips as he dips his head at the same time to kiss his neck.]

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[Arthur slides down the door an inch and he puts his hand on Eames' shoulder to brace himself before he slides a little more. All he could ask for right now is for Eames to take control - he's been craving it more and more as he watches Eames figure out how strong he is.]

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[Eames groans softly and slips a hand down to Arthur's thigh to lift it a little, though mostly it's to pull Arthur's hips against his.]

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[Arthur makes another sound as he lifts his leg a little, pressing his hips to Eames' hips looking for a little bit of friction. By now he has Eames' shirt undone and has slipped his hands around to Eames' back.]

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[Eames lets out a soft groan as he rocks his hips forward against Arthur's and braces his arm against the door to get a bit more leverage. He looks for Arthur's face to pull him into a kiss, rough and demanding like he's trying to overwhelm Arthur completely.]

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[Arthur whimpers, successfully overwhelmed. His hips tilt a little more as he tries to keep himself upright against the door but he'd probably just slide right down if Eames weren't there.]

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[Something about hearing that whimper sends a shiver up Eames' spine and he presses himself harder against Arthur with a low noise, enjoying this until he starts becoming aware that this position isn't great for what he wants. He pulls back just a little, just enough to press his forehead against Arthur's and look down between them.]

We should take this to bed.

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[Arthur has to put his hands on Eames' shoulders while he makes sure that his legs will still hold him up. He's already getting hard and all he wants right now is for Eames to keep doing what he's doing but he agrees they should get horizontal. He tries to think of a way he could eloquently convey this.]

Yeah.

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[Eames takes a moment to just admire Arthur before he lets go of his leg, allowing another moment or two for Arthur to collect himself enough to move before he pulls away and turns to walk to the bedroom. Tossing off his shirt once they're there and starts to undo his belt.]

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[Arthur drops his shirt as well, hastily starting on his belt and reaching up to Eames' jaw, leaning in for a kiss once he thinks he can do the rest one-handed.]

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[Eames hums into the kiss, leaning into it as much as he can while he undoes his pants and pushes them off. He doesn't want to waste any time getting Arthur into bed, putting his hands on Arthur's hips to start walking him back towards the bed.]

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[Arthur groan softly and steps back towards the bed, kicking off his pants as he goes. He would like to go back to the intensity they had at the door, but he very desperately needs Eames to initiate it.]

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[They'll get there, but first Eames needs Arthur laying down. He smiles a little into the kiss and nips at Arthur's lip before abruptly pushing him back onto the bed. He barely bothers giving Arthur enough time to right himself before he follows him down with an arm on the mattress for support, almost uncaring of Arthur's situation as he goes for a particularly aggressive kiss.]

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[That easily gets another desperate moan out of Arthur and he arches his back hoping to get some attention.]