(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.]
[Eames snorts where his face is pressed against Sweeney's neck, quick to get his pants open and start pushing them off his hips. He just likes Sweeney a lot more when he's naked, so it really only makes sense that Sweeney should be naked as soon as possible.]
(Sweeney helps get his pants around his hips, then down around his thighs. He's exposed now, and his erection has made itself very clear what it wants. Well, Sweeney has. The penis doesn't decide anything, does it? Sweeney's wondering this as Eames paws at him.)
[Listen, Eames is a little thrown off his game here. Mostly by the fact it's been a long time since he was with someone bold enough to do something like hoist him up onto a counter and Eames wasn't expecting that. But obviously he can't show it.]
[He's very happy with the lack of clothes on Sweeney right now though, something he expresses with a glance down between them and a gentle hum as he reaches down to wrap his hand around his dick and stroke him slowly.]
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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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[He's very happy with the lack of clothes on Sweeney right now though, something he expresses with a glance down between them and a gentle hum as he reaches down to wrap his hand around his dick and stroke him slowly.]
What were you picturing when you came over here?
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I was picturing you on your hands and knees, lovely.
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[Eames gives that some thought as he watches his hand, and then up at Sweeney's face with a raised eyebrow.]
That's a bold assumption.
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(He leans in to sloppily kiss Eames on the lips, the corner of his mouth, his ear.)
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