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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 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.

Well I'll take a nap if you decide to do that.

[A soft pat on Eames' chest.]

I probably won't.

[Marathons are boring tbh.]

I won't mind if you take a nap though.

I can stay up a little longer.

[He lifts his head to look at Eames with a smile.]

I kind of wish I could keep up with you right now.

Next time, maybe.

[He smiles back and cups Arthur's cheek.]

We've got a long time to keep doing this.

[He smiles tiredly.]

God I love you.

[Eames smiles back and kisses Arthur gently.]

Get some rest.

[Arthur hums and lays his head down, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep pretty easily.]

[Eames lays there with Arthur for a little while, just enjoying how good it feels to have this man here in his arms, but after some time he realises he's not feeling sleepy at all himself and it feels like a bit of a waste to spend all this energy laying in bed doing nothing. As nice as it feels when he nuzzles into Arthur's hair.]

[Carefully he extracts himself from the bed and takes himself to the bathroom. He spends some time with his reflection when it catches him how good he looks right now, but after that he washes up and grabs some underwear to throw on so he can go to the kitchen without worrying about touching anything with his junk. Or rather without Arthur getting annoyed with him because he's worrying about it.]

[With the way his senses are heightened, it shouldn't be a surprise that everything tastes more, but it is. The first sip of coffee has him audibly gasping and immediately reaching to get out some of the fancier coffee from the back of the cupboard rather than the every day stuff. Getting an apple out of the fridge while it brews has much the same reaction. By the time Arthur gets up he'll probably be going through their most flavourful foods. And he's also ordered in. He had no idea it was possible to taste this much and he wants to taste everything.]

[Arthur definitely notices a specific lack of something when he starts to stir, and as it turns out it's Eames' body heat. It's never quite as pleasant to wake up alone, so Arthur groans softly and curls up a little tighter underneath the blankets.]

[It's hard to miss the smell of all that food out there, though, so it's not long before he's putting on underwear and venturing out to see what's going on. When he sees, he just frowns softly and tiredly as he tries to puzzle out exactly what Eames' intentions are.]

[Eames doesn't even notice Arthur, so focused on everything in the kitchen. He's busy looking in one of the cupboards with an intense look of concentration on his face and takes out a plate to spoon himself some food. Much as he wants to eat literally everything, he's aware he is still very much constrained by the size of his stomach when it comes to food, so it's small portions out of this frankly ludicrous spread of Lebanese food for now.]

What are you doing?

[He wanders over, voice all groggy from sleep, and slips into Eames' personal space angling for Eames to put an arm around him. Please. He's cold.]

[He shifts to accommodate Arthur without even thinking, putting his free arm around his waist and pulling him close.]

Eating.

[He looks at Arthur and gestures with a fork that has a chunk of potato on it.]

You want some?

[He wraps his arms around Eames for some standup cuddling, regarding the food with mild curiousity. His boyfriend is so warm; it isn't fair but it feels wonderful at the moment.]

Maybe a little.

[Eames nods and pops the potato in his mouth with a soft groan and goes back to putting stuff on his plate, adding more of some of the stuff he knows Arthur will like.]

[Arthur's too busy getting as much skin on skin contact as possible to really notice the food.]

So what inspired this feast?

I can taste... [He pauses, searching for the right word, shaking his head a little as the one that comes to mind doesn't feel quite right.] Everything, honestly.

[He shoves half a falafel in his mouth with another one of those "oh my god this is good" moans.]

I had no idea food could taste so good.

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