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 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.]

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[Eames moves to straddle Arthur's thigh, making sure to keep his pressed up between Arthur's legs and reaches for the nightstand with his free hand. He's entirely unwilling to stop kissing Arthur long enough to look at what he's doing, so he fumbles around with the drawer until he finds what he's sure is the lube and condoms and drops them on the bed.]

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[Arthur rolls his hips against Eames with another grunt, totally preoccupied with all their points of contact rather than whatever Eames is doing off to the side. His hands are all over him, like he’s trying to pull every part of him closer.]]

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[Eames moans against Arthur's lips, but he's keenly aware that there are things that are going to require a little time spent on them. Moreover, he's going to need to have a little space between them to do it.]

[He grunts in what could be seen as annoyance, reaching to take one of Arthur's hands and hold it down out of the way, shifting his weight so he can lift his other hand to grab the lube.]

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[Arthur lets out a breath that catches in his throat, turning his head to look at where Eames is holding him down. Just the act itself sets off a sort of spark, and on top of that Arthur can feel the extra power behind it. It's not enough that Arthur's actually stuck, but it's significant and something about that is really fucking hot.]

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[Eames has suspected something like this would affect Arthur for some years now, but it's never been something he's decided to test the waters with. Probably because Arthur's always been so much stronger that it didn't seem worth it. Even now, Arthur's still a hell of a lot stronger than him, but Eames did it looking for this reaction.]

[Still, good to know that this is enough.]

[With only one hand though, Eames doesn't have much dexterity to do what he wants, but he offsets that by uncapping the lube with his thumb and pouring some on Arthur's dick. He hums softly, taking Arthur in his hand for a few light strokes, and then slowly moves his hand between his legs to rub light circles over Arthur's entrance.]

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[Arthur shifts his hips like it's already too much, letting out soft, shuddering moans and clutching the pillow beneath his head with his free hand. It's not that he's completely overwhelmed; he just needs to register how this is making him feel, though not at the cost of Eames stopping. Arthur very much wants the opposite of that.]

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[Eames has no intention of stopping unless Arthur asks him to, clearly enjoying himself as he dips his head to kiss Arthur's neck and slowly presses a finger into him. He wants to keep that rough and intense energy they had at the door, but it's also been a while for Arthur and Eames would really rather not hurt him.]

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[Arthur doesn't seem to have any issue with the pace, making pretty regular encouraging sounds and rolling his hips. There's a significant part of his brain thinking about how it might be if Eames pinned the other hand down while he fucked him and his dick twitches just imagining it.]

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[Eames grins to himself and curls his finger inside Arthur, pumping a little harder at the time, listening carefully for what noises that'll get out of him.]

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[Arthur gasps and moans, unintentionally tugging at the arm in Eames' grasp and then gasping and moaning again when he feels the resistance. He balls the fist of his free hand in Eames' hair and tries to rein himself in just a little, but it's hard when all he wants is more friction, more pressure.]

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[Arthur's doing most of the work here, and Eames huffs a small laugh against his neck in surprise. It's fucking hot regardless, and Eames rolls his hips down a against Arthur's, taking his time to pull his finger out of Arthur and take a moment to tease him a little before he presses back in with two.]

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[Between the fresh blood he had tonight and the fact that it's been so long since they did this, everything feels magnified. The stretch is only uncomfortable for a bit and then it's just good to have Eames above him like this, so fucking hot and strong. He can't help the noises coming out of his mouth and he barely notices when he curses or says Eames' name instead.]

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[Eames murmurs something about how hot Arthur is right now against his neck and starts rocking his fingers into Arthur with his whole arm like a preview of what's to come.]

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[Arthur makes a few sounds that might be mistaken for pain if it wasn't clear how turned on he is. He's hard already, practically writing beneath Eames' mouth and hands.]

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[If he were planning to be slow or gentle, this would probably be enough for Eames to be sure Arthur's ready, but he has no such intentions right now. He hums, taking in all of this like it's the first time, and crooks his fingers a little harder.]

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[Arthur lets out a fucking whine as he arches his back, rocking his hips erratically to try and get as much pressure as possible.]

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[Ah, there's what he was looking for. Eames murmurs something against Arthur's skin, pressing his fingers hard into Arthur to give him a little of what he's looking for before he pulls back with an apologetic noise, reaching for the condom and lifting his head to tear the packet open with his teeth. For a little just gazing at Arthur as he rolls it on and moves to kneel between Arthur's legs.]

God, you're so fucking beautiful like this.

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[It takes Arthur a moment to cool off a little, and by the time he can really register what’s going on Eames is already getting ready. He lifts his head in what looks to be mild panic.]

Wait, don’t— take that off.

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[He raises his eyebrows, mostly surprise at the urgency, and peels the condom back off. Giving Arthur an awful smirk as he tosses it away.]

Any other requests?

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[Arthur shakes his head as he lays it back down, still trying to reel in the adrenaline before Eames starts so he can last as long as possible.]

Just— go hard.

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[Eames glances down as he guides himself into Arthur, biting his lip on a moan as he presses in slow just to make doubly sure Arthur can take it. He dips his head, nosing along Arthur's jaw and over his ear, voice a low murmur.]

Planning on it.