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[godking]

(Sweeney grabs the back of Eames' thighs and lifts him easily onto the counter. He pushes forward so that he's standing between his legs.)

Good start?

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Mmhm.

[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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(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.)

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[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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(Sweeney holds his hands up in the air like he's being mugged.)

All right then, you can do it, darlin'.

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[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.]

[godking]

(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.)

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[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.]

What were you picturing when you came over here?

[godking]

(Sweeney's head dramatically falls back and he looks at the ceiling with great pleasure.)

I was picturing you on your hands and knees, lovely.

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Hm.

[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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Well, at least my pants are nearly off. That's pretty bold of one of us.

(He leans in to sloppily kiss Eames on the lips, the corner of his mouth, his ear.)

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[He tilts his head into the kisses, one hand coming up to rest at Sweeney's chest as he murmurs a question.]

Mm, but what if I'd been picturing you on all fours tonight?

[He's really just testing the waters, it's not like they've ever sat down and discussed anything.]

[godking]

I don't know about that. You know how I am.

(Someone who insists on being on top. Someone who needs control. Someone who can't let go.

Sweeney's fingers slide into Eames' hair, tugging slightly to expose his neck. He nibbles at his pulse.)

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[Oh.]

[Eames is quiet for a moment, deciding what to do with that answer. He's not one to push for something when there's a line drawn, but he also can't tell yet if it is a line in the sand, or if it's a bunch of egotistical control bullshit.]

I know you'd be gorgeous.

[So maybe he'll push just a bit more, voice low and thick as he tilts his head to encourage some more of what he's doing.]

Bet you'd sound incredible too.

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I sound like a donkey.

(To be honest, he's into it. Someone worshiping him again? But instead, he pinches Eames' skin between his teeth. Like an animal, warning.)

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[It might be a warning but surprise, Eames is into it. It's been such a long time since somebody actually bit him that it startles Eames enough he can't stop the moan that slips out of him.]

[Either way, he doesn't heed the warning, instead bringing a hand up to the back of Sweeney's head, fingers playing in his hair as he goes on.]

I think I'd love to lay you out, see the look on your face when I make you come.

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(He mumbles against Eames' throat,) You can look up and see what I look like when I come.

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[Eames makes a noise that could be a laugh, it sits low in his throat and he glances aside for a moment with a smile.]

It's cute that you think I'm letting you on top of me.

[Anyway they should leave the kitchen at some point, right? He puts a hand on Sweeney's chest to push him away enough for him to slip off the counter, adjusting himself in his pants with a sigh, and apparently no care at all for the half-dressed mess of a state Sweeney's in right now as he starts toward the bedroom.]

Come on. Kitchen's no place for this.

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Why not? Because I'm so big. Then ride it, Eames.

(He reluctantly follows Eames, stripping clothing as he goes.)

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[Honestly he was thinking about just throwing Sweeney down on the bed and doing his thing, but that immediately makes him decide maybe he doesn't want that at all. He looks back over his shoulder, not impressed but he's taking his shirt off so he's not completely put off.]

Either I'm fucking you, or you're not talking anymore. Those are your options.

[feels like good rules to him.]

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(Sweeney rushes ahead of Eames and throws himself (naked and all) across the bed. He makes a big deal about putting his finger to his lips and "zipping" them.)

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[Despite himself and how baseline annoyed he is with Sweeney at almost all times, the soft laugh Eames breathes out at that is actually genuine, almost as if he's a little charmed by how ridiculous it is. Almost.]

[He's working on his pants when he comes to stand by the bed, looking down at Sweeney as he pushes them down and off.]

That's already so much better.

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(Sweeney beckons for Eames to come closer, by reaching out, by shucking socks, by sitting up and kissing his chest. Being very good and very silent.)

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[Eames grins at the attention and brings a hand up to the back of Sweeney's head to play with his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp. At the same time a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms land on the bed (magic is great y'all.)]

You're going to have to be patient with me, it's been a while.

[He climbs on the bed and swings a leg over to straddle Sweeney.]

[godking]

(Sweeney nods. He hates not being able to talk. He takes it as a knock to his self esteem. Eames, the more proper of the two doesn't want to hear the goat.)