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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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[He's about halfway hard, and he makes a surprised noise when he feels Arthur's hand on him. He could certainly get off again right now, but it's not something he was thinking about.]

[Arthur gives him a few lazy strokes.]

Do you want to come again?

[Eames hums softly and tilts his hips into Arthur's hand.]

Do you really need to ask?

[A couple more strokes.]

Do you want me to jerk you off like this?

[He pulls back to look at him.]

Or do you want to fuck my mouth?

[The unfortunate truth is that he'd have to pull off for that one to happen, but he doesn't really mind if that's what it's for.]

[Eames licks his lips and looks at Arthur's mouth, expression thoughtful as if his mind wasn't made up as soon as Arthur said the words.]

Better question is whether you want to lay back or stay sitting up for me to do it.

[It's been a long time since he did this, so it only takes a little bit of time before he decides to lay back, relinquishing his hold on Eames' dick and resting both of his hands on his thighs.]

[He looks up at him with an inviting gaze, licking his lips and leaving them a little parted.]

[Eames makes a noise of slight discomfort when he pulls off Arthur's dick, pulling a bit of a face at that empty feeling, but it's tempered by how gorgeous Arthur is right now. There's a smile in his eyes, even as he shifts forward to kneel over Arthur's chest and find the best position.]

Just give me a tap if it's too much, okay?

[He combs his fingers through Arthur's face and trails them over his cheek and lips first before he leans down on an elbow and starts to guide himself toward Arthur's mouth.]

Probably won't be long anyway.

Mmhmm.

[Arthur gives Eames' dick a look of anticipation, parting his lips even further as he brushes his palms up and down the outside of Eames' thighs.]

[Eames groans softly as he slides into Arthur's mouth, not that he's worried about Arthur choking or anything, but they've never done this before so he's gonna start out slow, shallowly rolling his hips to get them both into it.]

[Arthur groans around Eames, adjusting and relaxing his jaw and throat. There's something so good about this, so amazing about feeling the motion of Eames' hips sliding across his tongue. He makes an encouraging sound to tell him he can go harder or faster, or both.]

[Eames moans and lets himself get a little more into it since he can tell Arthur's comfortable, sliding into a motion that's a little more natural, closer to how he'd actually fuck Arthur when they're just fooling around with nothing better to do.]

[Arthur moans around Eames, eyes falling shut. He slips one hand down his stomach, spreading his legs a little so he can rub his entrance, which elicits another moan.]

[This is almost as much testing the waters as it is Eames looking to actually get off, dropping his head with a low groan as he hits a harder pace that really starts getting him closer. He's intensely focused on every noise Arthur makes, just in case he sounds uncomfortable at any point, but so far everything is really only encouraging. And extremely hot.]

[Arthur's glad he opted to lay back, just relaxing everything and moaning as Eames fucks his mouth. He pushes a finger into himself and groans desperately. It feels so fucking good, overwhelming in all the right ways, and he's glad he doesn't need to breathe so he can just let Eames ride this out til the end.]

[He curses softly when he feels his stomach start to tighten, moaning and murmuring something about how he's going to come soon. The only downside is he can't see Arthur's face, but god it feels good.]

[Arthur makes an encouraging sound as he curls his finger, heels digging into the bed as he arches his back.]

[Eames balls his hand in the sheets and moans Arthur's name when he comes with a few stilted pumps of his hips, letting out softer moans once it's done and just allowing himself to enjoy the moment before he moves.]

[Once Eames stops moving, Arthur goes to the trouble of closing his mouth around him properly and gently sucking on his dick as if there's anything left for him to swallow. He pulls his finger out and relaxes a little bit, waiting for Eames to move. He's only half hard but he was getting close to something, though it's out of his mind for the time being.]

[After a moment, Eames carefully removes himself from Arthur's mouth and immediately moves down the bed to lay next to him with a happy sigh.]

[Arthur hums and turns on his side to cuddle up. He feels a little worn out now but he still has some energy left to help Eames work off the fresh blood high.]

[Eames still has a lot of energy, but it's not exactly restless or anything. He's content to lay here with Arthur for a bit, humming softly and nosing at his hair.]

That's two?

[Not that they're keeping score or anything.]

[He laughs softly and shakes his head.]

Mmhm.

[He rubs Eames' chest.]

How are you feeling?

Good. Great.

[He sighs and stretches out a little beside Arthur.]

Still feel like I could get up and go for a marathon, if I'm honest.

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