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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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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.

I couldn't wait for you to feel like this.

[He gives him a few long, slow strokes.]

I just want to watch you, see what you do with it.

Well right now the plan is this.

[He punctuates by dropping a hand to tug on Arthur's waistband and leans back to look at him with a lazy smirk.]

Of course you're always welcome to sit back and watch that.

I think I'd like to be an active participant, if you'll have me.

[He has to let go of Eames to push his pants off his hips, and when he's done he puts both hands on Eames' face to pull him in for a kiss.]

Always.

[He grins down at Arthur and goes easily for the kiss, reaching between them to see where he's at.]

[Arthur's half hard, just from having his naked boyfriend in his lap looking so good and smelling so fucking wonderful. He doesn't even really know what he wants other than to put his hands and mouth on Eames and just worship him.]

[Eames gives Arthur a few strokes, but he has another idea that'll help everyone along. He cups Arthur's face for another kiss and pulls back to lean over and reach for the nightstand. Seeing as Arthur wants to be an active participant, when he finds the lube he holds it up with a smirk.]

Want to do the honours?

Yes, I do.

[Arthur takes the lube and wastes no time getting some on his fingers, rubbing them together with his thumb to warm it up a little bit as he reaches around Eames and pulls him in for a kiss at the same time. He starts rubbing Eames' entrance with a hum, looking to draw out a moan or two even before he presses in.]

[It's not exactly hard work, just being touched feels like scratching an itch and he moans against Arthur's lips, rocking back against his hand to get a little more.]

[Arthur smiles and hums some more, slipping his middle finger inside Eames and curling it, telling him how fucking hot he is.]

[Eames gasps softly and his fingers dig in where his hand is on Arthur's shoulder. It's going to be a loud one, Eames can already tell, but Eames can't find it in himself to spare a thought for their neighbours.]

[Arthur's not wasting any time, pulling his finger out and then pressing back in with two. He grins and noses at Eames' face, staying just out of reach intentionally to hear whatever sounds Eames has to make.]

[Eames keeps tilting his head for a kiss and he makes a noise of complaint once he realises what Arthur's doing, not that he has any plans to stop it. A little busy rolling his hips back to meet Arthur's hand with soft groans.]

[He does, however, find it in him to let out a breathy laugh and call Arthur a dick.]

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