[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.
(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.)
[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.]
[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.]
(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.)
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[Okay, no help. That's fine, he kinda brought it on himself there.]
[Eames' eyes close in concentration as he takes Sweeney in his hand, slow as he can be to sink onto his cock (maybe someone was a little impatient,) but it's obvious in the way he breathes out and the way his eyelids flutter that Eames is already enjoying this.]
[Eames gasps at the sudden movement (he was getting comfortable excuse you--) and fixes Sweeney with a look to say he's not amused.]
You're a fucking nuisance, you know that?
[He circles his hips as he speaks, annoyed but clearly not enough to kick the man out of his bed, and breathes out a sigh as he starts to rock his hips.]
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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.]
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(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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[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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(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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[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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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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(He reluctantly follows Eames, stripping clothing as he goes.)
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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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[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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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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[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.]
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[The kissing helps though, more of that please.]
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[He's not stopping but also fuckin rude.]
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[Eames' eyes close in concentration as he takes Sweeney in his hand, slow as he can be to sink onto his cock (maybe someone was a little impatient,) but it's obvious in the way he breathes out and the way his eyelids flutter that Eames is already enjoying this.]
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You're a fucking nuisance, you know that?
[He circles his hips as he speaks, annoyed but clearly not enough to kick the man out of his bed, and breathes out a sigh as he starts to rock his hips.]