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[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.

[godking]

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.

[godking]

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.

[godking]

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.]

[godking]

(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.

[godking]

(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.]

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(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.)

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[Listen, if Sweeney didn't insist on being awful Eames would have no problems with listening to him. Sometimes you just need to be sure the person you're with isn't going to ruin the mood. He especially doesn't need that when he's about to finger his own ass.]

[He's pretty liberal with how much lube goes on his hand, looking down long enough to make sure he's not just pouring it everywhere, and drops his hand between his legs to get on with this. A brief look of concentration on his face, and then he's dipping his head to try and pull Sweeney into a kiss.]

[godking]

(Sweeney leans into the kiss, all the while gently stroking himself. He reaches for the lube and makes sure he can slide in when the time comes.)

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[There's some interesting noises on Eames' part, mostly frustration; he wasn't lying when he said it's been a while and he is tighter than he'd like, but it's fine. He can push himself a little harder than he would a partner, inhaling sharply when he decides to do exactly that and reaching between them for his own dick to take the edge off a little.]

[The kissing helps though, more of that please.]

[godking]

(Sweeney swats Eames' hand away and starts to stroke him himself. No need for a man to do all the work!)

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[Eames actually pulls away at that to give Sweeney a look to say "excuse you?"]

[He's not stopping but also fuckin rude.]

[godking]

(Sweeney accepts the look, giving Eames a big smile as he strokes him. He doesn't goad him, doesn't tell him to hurry. He was told to be quiet.)

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[Well points for following orders at least, though he doesn't know where Sweeney got the idea he was participating. Eames has an eyebrow raised as he takes Sweeney's wrist to (carefully) move his hand, but listen. He's feeling ready to sit on that dick, trusting he's gonna get a little help here lining things up when he lifts his hips to get it going.]

[godking]

(Sweeney takes his hands away and cups them behind his own head. Fine. He allows Eames to do this thing.)