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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[Eames hums softly, murmuring something breathlessly about how beautiful Arthur is. He moans, head falling back a little to just enjoy it.]

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[As he bobs his head lazily, Arthur shifts his weight to one hand so he can reach down with the other and take the edge off his own growing hard-on. He moans softly both because he's jerking himself off and to encourage Eames.]

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[Eames swears under his breath, already feeling his stomach tighten. He's almost embarrassed by how fast this is happening, groaning Arthur's name as he tries to hold out a little longer.]

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[Arthur holds steady at this pace, if anything giving himself a little more time to indulge in the feel of Eames' dick in his mouth. He really did miss this, though he'd be embarrassed to say so.]

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[Eames swears and says Arthur's name again, this time warning how close he is, fingers curling in Arthur's hair.]

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[Arthur hums an affirmative noise, continuing on as he acknowledges that the end is fast approaching. He is fully intending on staying put until it's over.]

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[His back arches and Eames moans loudly when he can't hold back anymore, hips rolling down slightly into the bed as he comes. It's a release he didn't know he needed, something that feels like relief for an itch he's had much longer than these few minutes-- it puts a bit of a smile on his face as he rides out this orgasm.]

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[Arthur keeps his lips wrapped around Eames until it seems like he's done, and then he finally pulls off and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits up. He grins down at him and puts his hand back on Eames' thigh, just happy to see him so content again.]

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[The second Arthur sits up, Eames pushes himself upright too so he can reach for Arthur to pull him over for a kiss.]

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[Arthur meets him for that kiss with a soft moan, cupping Eames' face but keeping himself propped up to keep his boner situation away.]

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[Eames hums softly, hands drifting down to Arthur's hips, and when he pulls back to speak it's with a bit of a teasing lilt.]

That can't be everything you had in mind.

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[Arthur laughs and shakes his head, almost bashful.]

I was going to wait and see if you'd be able to bounce back.

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[He's still hard, though Eames does glance down, and he looks back up at Arthur with a smirk.]

It's been a while, I think I could keep going for a little bit.

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[Arthur grins at him and then casually leans over to get the lube, flicking the bottle open and pouring some in his hand right away. His tone is still conversational and affectionate.]

Lie back, then.

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[First he's going to lean in and plant a quick kiss on Arthur's face, but then Eames does as he's told. Eyes closed as he tries not to end up in that weird, vulnerable headspace again.]

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[He's going about this pretty casually but not wasting any time, giving himself a couple strokes to get lubed up and then getting into position between Eames' legs. There's nothing fancy going on here, he just wants to fuck Eames the way they usually fuck when they just want to feel good; hard but not too hard, steady and quick so it gets both of them off.]

[Of course he has to work up to that a little bit, so it starts with a slow slide in and a moan from Arthur who lowers himself down to catch Eames in a kiss.]

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[Eames gasps and arches, pressing his lips together on a whine at the feeling of Arthur inside him again. He lifts his hands to hold Arthur's face so he can kiss him back eagerly.]

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[Arthur hums happily and a little urgently as he starts getting faster. He was very hard when he started and being inside Eames is providing a more overwhelming relief than he anticipated. It gives way to a steadier type of pleasure as he gets into more of a rhythm, rolling his hips at an automatic pace that just feels right.]

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[Eames opens his eyes to look at Arthur, as much as he can with their faces so close, combing his fingers through Arthur's hair and holding his face in an outpouring of affection. A second pair of arms he wraps around Arthur, pushing his palms up Arthur's back.]

[In contrast to Arthur though, Eames is still sensitive, and it shows in the way he arches and writhes under Arthur, moans coming out closer to whimpers as if he might actually be in pain.]

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[The noise would generally prompt Arthur to asks if everything's okay, but he has four hands on him right now and that definitely offsets the worry he might feel. He opens his eyes, lids heavy and pupils blown wide, and just looks at Eames' face as he keeps going. There's a lot of jostling going on but nothing could make him want to look away.]

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[Eames is too overwhelmed to maintain a steady gaze back, much as he wants to look at him, every time Arthur hits or brushes over his prostate is like a shock that walks a knife's edge of pleasure and pain. In hindsight, maybe he should've taken a few minutes to cool off, but now he's here and this is all Eames wants. Part of him thinking he'd put up with any amount of pain to have Arthur inside him like this right now.]

[He wants to communicate some version of this, looking up at Arthur with a desperate expression, but all that comes out is a moan at one of those shocks that makes him screw his eyes shut and throw his head back.]

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[Eames is almost intoxicating like this and Arthur mutters something about how amazing he feels as he redigs his knees into the bed and grunts with the effort. It won’t be long for him now but he wants to keep it going as long as it takes for Eames to have another orgasm if he can.]

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[This close to the last time he came, with how sensitive he's feeling and how long it was before that, it probably won't take long for Eames to come again. He feels like a raw nerve, every little thing is almost too much to take, and he lifys his legs to wrap those around Arthur too. Clinging to Arthur and dragging his fingertips down his back as he shudders and moans.]

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[Arthur lets out a stream of curses and moans and compliments, feeling that familiar knot in the pit of his stomach.]

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[He doesn't bother holding on to it this time, not that Eames could if he wanted to, fingers digging in where his hands are pressed against Arthur back and hands balling into fists in his hair. He's tense and silent for the briefest of moments, and then when Eames comes he's practically sobbing.]