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 puts his hands on Arthur's hips to give him a little extra support, tilting his head a little bit to watch his dick disappear into Arthur and then looking up at his face, rubbing circles over Arthur's hips with his thumbs the whole time.]

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[Arthur lets out a pleased hum when he finally has Eames inside him, giving Eames an appreciative look as he sits there not ready to move just yet. This first part is going to totally be about making Eames feel good but he wants to be close still, so even though the angle's not great he decides to lean down to kiss him as he starts to roll his hips with soft moan.]

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[Eames moans and trails his hands up Arthur's sides to cup his face. He leans up into the kiss and combs his fingers through Arthur's hair affectionately.]

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[Arthur moans again, rocking his hips with a little more range, trying his best to give Eames all the pressure and friction he needs.]

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[Eames curses against Arthur's lips and groans desperately, dropping his hands again to grip Arthur's thighs and roll his hips up into him.]

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[Arthur groans and tries to keep up, meeting Eames' movement and curling his back a little to get a better angle. He's focusing on Eames' reactions but this feels so fucking good.]

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[Eames' fingers dig in where he's holding Arthur and he murmurs something about how good Arthur feels.]

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[Arthur moans something back along the lines of how amazing Eames' dick is, about how he's so gorgeous and feels perfect inside him.]

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[Eames curses and moves his hands to feel up Arthur's back, pushing his palms up towards his shoulder blades and back down, groaning and arching under him.]

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[Arthur ups the pace a little bit, telling Eames how badly he needs him to come, almost begging for it in the most dignified way one can in Arthur's position.]

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[It doesn't take long, not with Arthur talking to him like that, it's like a demand he couldn't possibly refuse. Soon enough he's rocking his hips up into Arthur in short movements, fingers digging into Arthur's skin to hold on to him when he comes, moaning desperately and loudly the whole time.]

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[Arthur wasn't even worried about his own orgasm but that gets him so close that he just slips a hand between them and finishes himself off with a couple pumps and a loud moan. He slows to a stop with Eames, basically just holding on until Eames is done fucking him.]

[At that point he decides it's very important to lean down and kiss Eames, clumsy but hungry and moaning just a little bit with the feeling of afterglow.]

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[He wraps his arms around Arthur, humming softly and kissing him back just as hungrily.]

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[Arthur lifts his hips up and off Eames' dick but he doesn't go anywhere, still straddling Eames' hips as he pulls away from the kiss. He smirks, a little smug and very satisfied, putting a hand on Eames' chest and rubbing his thumb in circles.]

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[What a beautiful man. Eames looks up at him, still catching his breath, a light smile in his face as he brings his hands around to rest on Arthur's hips.]

Get what you needed?

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Mm, almost.

[He sits up straight and stretches out with a hum, quite intentionally arching his back and then relaxing with a sigh.]

We can take a break before we try another round, though.

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[Eames breathes out a laugh and nods, hands still wandering. This time to Arthur's ass, which he gives a small squeeze.]

So you're just going to sit there and make a mess in tge meantime?

[Not that Eames particularly minds.]

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[Arthur laughs softly and wriggles his ass into Eames' hand.]

As nice as that sounds, I think I need a glass of water.

[He sighs doesn't move just yet, looking around the room until he spots the tablet sitting on one of their shelves and picks it up.]

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[Eames laughs again and lays back comfortably, resting his head back with a sigh.]

Take your time.

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[Arthur taps away at the tablet and turns up the volume before he holds it out for Eames, screen set to display the security cam footage of their onboard kitchen.]

Here, I know you watch my ass whenever I leave, now you don't have to stop.

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[Well that's unexpected. Eames raises his eyebrows and takes the tablet.]

Why thank you.

[He's absolutely thinking ahead on how to be awful with this.]

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[Arthur smiles and slips off of Eames' hips, nonchalantly leaving the room even though his ass is still leaking a mess onto his thighs.]

[It's not like it's a big ship so it doesn't take Arthur long to appear in frame on the camera. He glances toward the camera but makes his way to the cupboard to get a glass and then to the faucet to get the water. It's not terribly interesting just yet but he does stand at an angle so that Eames can see his ass.]

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[Eames just lays back with the tablet propped up on his chest to enjoy the show. What a good butt on that man. He's half tempted to just go and stick his face right in it.]

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[After a few sips Arthur turns to lean against the counter with a sigh, side-on to Eames now as he glances down at his half-hard cock and then lazily wraps a hand around it to give it a little more reason to stand at attention. It's a slow and distracted kind of motion; he's still taking the occasional sip of water and seems to just be contemplating life in general.]

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[Eames is slightly offended when Arthur leans against the counter, mostly because he was fully intending to steal some of that water when he got back, but then the show continues and Eames breathes out some curse in an amused breath. What a jerk.]