maybe we show some mercy

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[Usually, facing your fears means discovering they're not as bad as they seemed in your head. That your mind catastrophises and exaggerates and the reality is nowhere near what it seemed. Eames certainly wishes that were the case here, but it turns out the reality is far worse than anything that crossed his mind. He'd long since come to terms with the idea that getting caught meant death, but the captain of this discreet little crew made a point of talking about "re-education" with such conviction that it seems like a very real possibility. A real possibility that terrifies Eames in ways he didn't even know he could feel.]

[It's hard not to be mad at himself, and in fact he is. He's fucking furious. Years of being meticulous about hiding from the Empire rendered obsolete because some asshole wanted to make some quick money and Eames hadn't spotted the signs even though that's exactly the kind of thing he's supposed to be good at. And now here he is, bound in a cell on a ship, no idea how long he's been here or where they are — no idea about much of anything outside this room, actually — pumped full of power inhibitors to make doubly sure he can't escape.]

[Fucking hell but it hurts. Hands cuffed behind his back, made to stay on his knees for... A long time. Simultaneously can't feel his legs and yet the muscles burn and ache. All of him a mess of cuts and bruises, a mix of injuries from fighting back and some from cruelty passed off as discipline. He thinks his nose might be broken and one of his eyes is swollen into a semi-permanant squint. The longer he kneels here, the more Eames thinks the inhibitor injections were less about preventing escape and more about making sure he couldn't heal away the beatings; making sure he'd suffer through every moment of the trip "home."]

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Yeah?

[He makes a face, either not understanding the issue or pointedly ignoring it. He wants Arthur right now like he's never wanted anything in his life Wants to kiss him and feel him and just be with him, and he can't fathom why he'd do anything else now he can do that again.]

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[He finally puts his hands on Eames’ hips and shakes his head.]

You are a ridiculous man sometimes.

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I'm not sure how wanting to ride your cock makes me ridiculous exactly.

[He smirks faintly and goes back to nosing at Arthur's face to try and draw him into a kiss.]

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[Arthur hums and leans in for that kiss, taking his time to indulge in it since this is the first one he’s had in ages. It takes a while for him to be able to pull away and murmur something about getting to bed.]

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[Eames does very much the same. He cups Arthur's face and closes his eyes with a soft sigh, focused entirely on the feeling of Arthur's lips against his. It's something so simple he missed so much, he still remembers mourning it in that holding cell, being so sure he'd lost this forever.]

[When Arthur speaks, Eames nods emphatically and slips off his lap with a little regret, but it'll be better in bed than here anyway.]

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[Arthur gets up and follows Eames, watching him just in case there’s any sign that this is happening too fast.]

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[The only thing that's happening fast is Eames taking off his underwear once they're near the bed and turning to look at Arthur expectantly.]

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[Arthur follows suit and puts his hand on Eames’ waist to pull him in for another kiss.]

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[He practically melts this time, putting his arms around Arthur and pressing himself against him as much as possible. Eames has been fighting how badly he wants this since he returned, the feeling of Arthur's skin against his is comfortable and exciting all at once and Eames needs more of it. Trying to move Arthur back the rest of the way so he can fulfill that need.]

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[Arthur steps backwards, trying to balance how much he wants this to progress with how much more he wants what's happening right now. It feels so good and it's really hard to break away from him to lay back down on the bed, watching Eames every moment.]

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[Eames doesn't waste any time, every moment they're not touching is unacceptable, and as soon as Arthur's on the bed Eames is climbing on after him to sit across his hips and lean down to resume that kissing. Not in a rush exactly, but impatient for every point of contact between them.]

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[Arthur's hands roam over Eames' back like he has to memorize every piece of him over again. He hums and lets out soft moans just to encourage the contact, though it helps that even just the anticipation of sex is starting to get him hard.]

God I missed this.

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[Eames leans down on his elbows to get as close as he can and rocks his hips down against Arthur's with a low groan.]

Yeah. Me too.

[His voice comes out heavy with want, tilting his head to try and get Arthur kissing him again.]

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[Arthur moans a little louder, kissing Eames hungrily. His palms press flat on Eames' back as he tries to press their bodies together as much as possible.]

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[Honestly Eames can't decide if he wants more of this or if he just wants Arthur hard and ready to go. He keeps on grinding their hips together in the meantime, body flush with Arthur's, moaning into the kiss.]

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[Arthur's hand finds its way to Eames' ass, fingers digging in as he groans and arches his back. He's definitely getting harder and it's fast - he's been unknowingly building this up for ages.]

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[Eames curses against Arthur's lips, murmuring Arthur's name desperately a moment later. He can barely believe how starved for this he is, the hands on his ass enough to send sparks up his spine and have him making desperate noises in the back of his throat.]

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[Arthur groans and nips Eames' bottom lip, bringing his other hand up to Eames' chest to dig his fingers in there too. He's hesitant to take his hands off Eames long enough to get things moving along but he's starting to need it.]

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[He swears again and breaks away just enough to press their foreheads together when he speaks.]

You nearly ready?

[He's a lityle impatient, but it doesn't come across in his voice. He can feel Arthur hard against him and god does he want it, but he can hold out if Arthur wants more of this.]

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[Arthur does want more of this, but mostly he just wants all of Eames for as long as he can get it. He takes a deep breath and puts his hand on Eames' cheek.]

I am, I want you.

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[Eames nods and lifts his head to look for the lube, but he decides it's too far and sighs and sits up. He spits in his hand and uses that to stroke Arthur and line him up, making short work of getting up on his knees and moving forward to sit back on Arthur's dick. He arches his back and moans and even smiles as he feels the length of Arthur inside him.]

[God he missed this.]

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[Arthur rests his hands on Eames' hips and looks up at Eames' face, watching with a frown of concentration as he bites back a moan. He just wants to see and feel every moment with as much clarity and focus as he can manage so he can remember this.]

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[Eames just sits for a moment, savouring the feeling of Arthur inside him. He bites his lip, eyes fluttering shut with a low noise as he slowly starts to move.]

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[That gets a moan out of Arthur and he has to press his head back into the pillow as he tenses and tries not to arch his back and buck his hips up into Eames. His fingers dig into Eames' hips briefly and then he drags his hands down Eames' thighs.]

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[Eames keeps it slow for now, rolling his hips indulgently to really get the most out of it. He looks down at Arthur and his lip curls in a smile.]

You're so fucking gorgeous. I missed that look on your face.