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 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.

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[Arthur groans shakily as Eames presses into him, savouring every inch just like he wanted to. His fingers dig into Eames' back and his back arches and he can barely wait for Eames to get going because he just wants to feel the power in those hips.]

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[Eames rolls his hips slow and soft a couple of times, fingers trailing down to Arthur's thigh to grip it and move Arthur's hips to the best position before he gets into it. Once he decides he's got it right, he immediately picks it up with no warning or preamble, thrusting into Arthur hard and fast, the way he thinks he wants.]

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[Well that gets enough noise out of Arthur to notify the whole fucking building that he's getting fucked pretty hard and he really fucking likes it. His toes flex and then curl and his back arches and he can't help himself because it's exactly what he wantd.]

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[Eames moans and curses, turning his head to press his forehead to Arthur's temple. He can feel how hard he's moving in his back and his thighs and it almost makes him want to apologise for never being able to do this before, but mostly he focuses on making sure Arthur gets everything he's got.]

[Speaking of stuff he's never been able to do before, Eames' hand moves up Arthur's side to his shoulder and he follows the outside of Arthur's free arm with his fingertips, trying to gently manoeuvre it so Eames can take his other wrist and pin that one by his head.]

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[Arthur makes some wordless, desperate sounds like it's the only way to manage how overwhelmed he is. This isn't going to last very long, he already knows that, so he's trying to soak up every bit of it that he can. From the power Eames is putting into his hips to the weight he's using to bear down on Arthur's wrists, everything's so sharply in focus.]

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[Eames grunts and groans with the effort he's putting in and how amazing it feels, pulling back and shifting his hips a little to really fuck into Arthur as hard as he can. He doesn't think either of them have much more in them anr he's fully intent on fucking that orgasm out of Arthur and seeing how hard he can make him come like this.]

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[Arthur doesn't have much left in him, and if it's possible he gets even louder in the leadup to his orgasm. When it hits he shouts and shudders and writhes under Eames' grip, clenching and rolling his hips with every wave that moves through him. It feels so fucking good and Arthur doesn't remember the last time he felt like this, if he ever felt like this at all. For now this is all that exists or matters.]

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[Eames is hot on his heels, easily pushed over the hill by the display and the response under him. He's never seen Arthur like this before and it's a powerful image, one that has Eames moaning just as loud and practically hissing compliments and affirmations more than whispering them, doing his best to keep on moving through both of their orgasms.]