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maybe i should renew my paid

[Things have been... Surprisingly smooth, actually. Not to say it's been easy, and Eames has bitten clean through his lip more than once in his attempts to focus on anything except the smell and sound of living people nearby, but aside from the growing pains it sometimes feels like he was meant for this.]

[Of course that's mostly ego talking and Eames knows it, but that doesn't change how it feels.]

[It takes a while for Arthur to broach the subject of drinking straight from the source. He doesn't say it, but Eames knows a month is much longer than Arthur would've liked to wait, but he'd also guess it's both of their nerves that kept putting it off. Truthfully, Eames doesn't think he'd have any particular feelings about killing someone, but he has very strong feelings about losing control of himself. Probably why Eames keeps insisting he's fine with what's in the fridge and visits to Antonia that Eames is steadily enjoying less. Probably because he absolutely twigs that smug look on her face with the unfortunate frequency of their visits. Though Eames does feel a little better whenever he convinces Arthur to let him contribute or foot the bill. He might not have hundreds of years of accumulated wealth, but he has more than enough.]

[When Arthur brings up the topic of drinking straight from someone though, it sets off an anxiety that Eames doesn't fully know how to deal with, so he immediately decides they both need coffee to give himself a moment to get his head on first. Bringing them back with a more calm expression as he presents Arthur's to him.]

Okay, so how does this work?

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[Eames takes a little while longer than one might expect just getting a damp cloth to take. He wipes at his face first just to get the blood off his lips and chin and then he takes his time getting a washcloth. Just giving himself the space to clear the red in his eyes. It's probably a bit more of that that makes him look for a bit of antiseptic out of the cabinet while he's at it.]

[When he comes back, it's with that forced nonchalance as he sits down and asks Joan if she minds before he wipes up her arm and applies a little of the cream. It's for himself rather than her, and maybe it's a little shitty to test his resolve on her, but Eames needs to know he can do this. Even if he has to clench his jaw and square his shoulders to control himself.]

[Arthur keeps up the small talk with Joan while that happens, mostly to keep the air from getting too tense. They're both still highly aware of what Eames is doing and his proximity to her, and she still has the silver chain wrapped around her hand, but neither of them wants to interrupt him. They talk shop a little bit, staying away from the heavier subjects and trading a couple updates. All of it wraps up when it seems like Eames is finished.]

My wallet's out in the entryway if you want to get going.

[He waits for her to get up before he follows her out, putting himself back between them.]

[Eames starts as if to follow them out, but he decides to stay put instead. They might want to talk about stuff without him, or just not have his presence around in general. Instead he smiles at her and says his goodbye from the bed.]

[Arthur's in a bit of a rush to get her out the door but he certainly isn't rude about it, paying her above her regular rate and thanking her graciously for her time. Once she's gone and heading down the hall he breathes a sigh, smiling to himself before he turns to go back to the bedroom.

[Is Eames really processing his feelings? No. What Eames knows is he feels better than he ever has in his entire existence, it's just him and his boyfriend in the flat now. The second Arthur's back in the bedroom, Eames reaches for him to pull him over for a kiss.]

[Arthur hums and puts his hand on the back of Eames' neck, immediately trying to slip his tongue into Eames' mouth to get a taste of the blood. The smell of it is lingering in the room and Arthur can feel Eames' temperature rising already, which is impressive given how high it was for a vampire to begin with. At this point Arthur just wants all of him; he wants to know how good Eames feels and to share this moment with him as fully as possible.]

[Eames hums and tries to pull Arthur closer, right onto his lap ideally. It's not even that he's horny specifically, (though of course he is,) so much as this is the best way he knows to express how good he feels right now. He feels electric, like he could do anything right now. Like he could run a marathon and not even feel a little winded. It's exciting to say the least.]

[Arthur slips right into his lap, pressing himself right up against Eames with a soft groan. This is the feeling he's wanted Eames to have all along, to feel more alive than might ever have been possible before. He's ready for whatever Eames wants to do.]

[Eames rests a hand at the small of Arthur's back and the other he lifts to cup Arthur's face. He's clearly got a lot of energy right now, but his touch is affectionate, just shy of gentle. When he pulls back to look up at Arthur, there's definitely a brightness that hasn't been there so far, and he smiles widely.]

So this is what it feels like.

Yes, this is what it feels like.

[Arthur’s smiling from ear to ear.]

What do you want to do?

I think you know.

[He raises an eyebrow, still grinning, and cranes his neck for a light kiss.]

Part of me just wants to drink more, but you're a lot more attractive.

[Arthur's nearly giddy with happiness and excitement. He presses up even more with a grin.]

I think we're overdressed.

I think you're right.

[Eames doesn't waste any time, he starts pulling Arthur's shirt to untuck it and gets to undoing his buttons.]

[Arthur starts from the top of Eames' shirt, leaning in to nip at Eames' ear and kiss at his neck. His boyfriend is so fucking attractive.]

[Eames hums happily and tilts his head to invite some more of that, working on Arthur's shirt until he can push it open and press his hands flat against Arthur's chest with another pleased noise.]

[Once Eames' buttons are undone, Arthur shrugs out of his shirt and drops it on the floor behind him, humming happily againt Eames' neck. He drags his hand down Eames' chest and stomach just appreciating the warmth coming off him - it's not as much as when he was human, but it's a lot for Arthur.]

[Eames arches into Arthur's touch, his own hands feeling around Arthur's sides and up his back.]

We should swap places.

[But first he needs to grab Arthur's butt while it's accessible.]

[Arthur wriggles his butt into Eames' hands a little before he slips off his lap and sits down, keeping a hand on him as much as possible.]

I don't know what it is but you're even more breathtaking than usual right now.

Yeah?

[He grins, taking the opportunity to quickly undo his pants and push them off before he seats himself in Arthur's lap.]

Maybe it's just the blood on my breath.

I don't think that's all it is.

[Arthur's hands go to Eames' waist, but they quickly slide to his ass to give it a squeeze.]

It doesn't hurt though.

[This time it's Eames' turn to wriggle his butt, something he does with a thoughtful noise as if he's giving lots of serious thought to this.]

Maybe you just needed to be reminded how good I look naked.

How could I forget a view like this?

[Arthur leans back a little to appreciate it fully, deciding to just take Eames in his hand right away, starting off slow.]

[Eames laughs softly and leans forward to nose at Arthur's face, looking for a kiss.]

Well, a reminder can't hurt either.

No, it doesn't.

[Arthur kisses him lazily and then pulls away to look down at what he's doing.]

Tell me how good you feel.

[Eames stays close, lips brushing against Arthur's temple when he speaks.]

Fucking incredible.

[He groans softly and lifts a hand to push his fingers through Arthur's hair, the other resting on his chest.]

Feels right. Like I'm more alive than I've ever been and I'm fucking untouchable.

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