[Good thing he knows better than to expect Sweeney in anything approaching a timely manner. He has his own shit to do, even when he senses Sweeney's magic outside, Eames is content to make him wait until he finishes what he's doing to come and answer the door.]
You're really knocking my door in the middle of the night like you have a warrant?
(Sweeney goes to push past Eames, ducking his head ever so slightly. He doesn't hit the top of the doorframe, it's just a habit. A lot of houses were built when people were shorter.)
More like I don't have a warrant. C'mon, no hello kiss?
[Eames breathes a slightly surprised laugh at the fact that Sweeney's already hard, but it's certainly not something he objects to. A grin on his face as he turns his head to press a few kisses along Sweeney's jaw.]
Good start.
[He's also gonna grab his butt while he's here, perfect grip to pull Sweeney with when Eames backs up a few steps to lean against one of the kitchen counters.]
(There's buttons missing on Sweeney's shirt, it's easy to reveal his broad chest. He twists out of his suspenders and goes to unbutton his pants. If Eames wants to undress him, he'll have to fight him first. Something about control.)
[Eames has fought bigger and stronger than Sweeney for control, he'll happily do it now. Just a little push first to test the waters, slipping his fingers under Sweeney's waistband to grab it and yank him closer, deft fingers moving quick to try and get at those buttons first.]
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You're really knocking my door in the middle of the night like you have a warrant?
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More like I don't have a warrant. C'mon, no hello kiss?
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You're going to have to come down here for that.
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(Still, he takes a step towards Eames and reaches out to tug his earlobe, while pressing his own cheek to Eames' in a sort-of-kiss.)
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[He's teasing, of course, but also Sweeney is like half a foot taller than him and that's a lot.]
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(Sweeney takes a little tour of the place, trying to locate alcohol.)
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[He snorts and watches Sweeney for all of three seconds and starts toward the kitchen.]
Drink?
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No, I want something to eat.
(If Eames slows down even a little bit, Sweeney's pressed against his back, wrapping an arm from Eames' shoulder to his stomach.)
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[Eames makes a pleased noise at that and stops moving so he can lean back against Sweeney.]
And how's your appetite?
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Maybe you should show me so I have a good idea how to, ah... Fill you up then.
[Yes he's saying that with absolutely zero shame like it's not the cringiest come-on ever.]
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Are ya askin' to see my dick?
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I was trying to get a feel for how much you want me right now, but I guess I wouldn't mind seeing your cock right now either.
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(Sweeney jerks his hips forward, his erection to be felt through their clothes.)
How's that for a feel?
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Good start.
[He's also gonna grab his butt while he's here, perfect grip to pull Sweeney with when Eames backs up a few steps to lean against one of the kitchen counters.]
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Good start?
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[Eames grins and starts working at Sweeney's shirt to get it off of him.]
I'll be needing a lot more of that.
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All right then, you can do it, darlin'.
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