i'm gonna leave you

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[The last few months with Arthur have been... Nice. Really, really, nice. In some ways he's been happy that he convinced Arthur to take that day off, because it's opened them up to spending more time together for reasons other than sex, (though the sex, as always, has been outstanding,) and Eames has enjoyed it. A lot. It's something he hadn't ever thought of as missing in his life, but he could get used to it.]

[That's a problem.]

[He's seen relationships undo enough people in his line of work that that alone makes him hesitant, but with Arthur, well. Sleeping with a cop is fun, and mutually beneficial, but there's no long-term to something like that and Eames can't let himself get attached. He respects Arthur enough too, to at least do him the decency of talking to him and explaining himself instead of just vanishing. Arthur's more than good enough to track him down and shoot him if he did anyway.]

[He's been going over it again and again, and eventually he just decides to let himself in one night, waiting for Arthur to get home in his living room so they can just get this over with.]

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[Arthur whimpers and groans, tilting his head back and away from Eames to give him access. He rocks his hips to try and get a little more pressure where he's craving it. He tells Eames how good he feels and how amazing he is, though nothing really comes together in a sentence that makes sense.]

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[Eames can gather enough to tell that this is really good for Arthur, which is what Eames wants, and he dares to start going deeper, maybe a tiny bit faster if he can make it work.]

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[Arthur braces a hand on the cabinet behind him and lets out a moan that comes out like a sob. He hooks his ankles together behind Eames so he can keep his legs up for him.]

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[Eames curses and drops his head, pressing his forehead against Arthur's chest. He almost can't believe how good all this feels and murmurs something to say as much between moans and curses.]

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[Arthur whimpers something about how he can take it if Eames wants to go harder, but again the words don't quite string together in a full sentence. He's been aching for this, for something just hard, and he knows he'll come really hard if Eames can pick up the force and the speed even more.]

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[Eames nods and plants his feet to get a more solid stance, tilting his head back up to kiss Arthur's neck again and gripping him tighter to make sure he doesn't slip back on the counter when Eames starts building up to something harder and faster.]

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[The volume is way up now as Arthur just holds on for dear life, trying to keep from hurting himself somehow up here. He can feel his orgasm building and he says as much in between shouts and moans, in between telling Eames how good it is and telling him to keep going.]

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[Eames' volume is right up there with Arthur's, just a bit muffled by having his lips on Arthur's neck. He's just holding on to see Arthur through his orgasm at this point, body tense and shaking with the effort of trying to stop himself coming too soon.]

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[When Arthur comes, he moans helplessly and his hips jerk a little in Eames' hands. He squeezes his legs together around Eames' waist and sobs out a moan, dragging his nails across Eames' back. He curses and says Eames' name and curses some more, losing track of what's actually going on for a brief moment.]

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[Right now, Eames literally can't think of anything hotter than this moment. He comes harder than he expected with sharp thrusts into Arthur, groaning and holding Arthur against him, and he keeps rocking his hips to try and milk as much out of Arthur as he can before it's too much.]

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[Arthur trembles a little with the aftershocks as he starts to relax again, leaning back against the cabinet and trying to catch his breath. This, he knows, is going to leave him sore for a day or two, but he doesn't even care.]

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[Eames leans with him and rests his head on Arthur's chest, loosely wrapping his arms around Arthur's waist with a sigh. He definitely wants to be off his feet, but that would mean moving and that's worse.]

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God.

[He takes a deep breath.]

You are so fucking good at that.

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[Eames laughs softly into Arthur's chest.]

I'm glad you think so.

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I don't think it's a matter of opinion after that.

[He lifts his hand up to lazily brush his fingers through Eames' hair.]

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[He hums at the attention and turns his head up to nuzzle at Arthur's jaw.]

Having a good partner helps.

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[Arthur makes an amused noise and sighs, enjoying the post-coital bliss. After a moment of silence he decides maybe they should move. Eames is probably tired and the cabinet isn't exactly comfortable.]

You wanna go back to bed?

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I think I need a shower now too.

[He says it with a laugh and carefully pulls out, putting his hands on Arthur's hips to help him down.]

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[Arthur very gingerly slips off the counter, making sure his legs work before he lets go of it. He picks up the towel and wipes off his stomach before he sets off toward the bedroom.]

Yeah, I'll lay down while you do that if you want.

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[Eames steals a quick kiss when Arthur's standing next to him before he starts off to the bathroom.]

I'll be quick anyway.

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Sure.

[Arthur goes to bed but grabs a couple papers and his laptop on the way. The towel goes in the laundry hamper and Arthur gets into bed. He's going to start making notes about all the things they really should get around to talking about.]

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[True to his word, Eames only takes about ten minutes. He comes back in his underwear with his pants slung over his arm, because why bother with pants honestly, and sits at the foot of the bed with a sigh.]

So it's time to get serious, right?

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[Arthur looks down at the papers on his lap, an indescernible frown on his face.]

Yeah, if you still want to.

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Of course.

[He crawls up the bed to sit next to Arthur with a sigh.]

As long as you don't mind taking the lead.

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I don't mind.

[He glances up at Eames with an attempt at a smile and then reaches for that list of countries he pulled out him last night.]

Europe is the easiest, I think, but it's also the most expensive. I've been looking at cost of living but there are cheap spots in every country and... well, I don't know what you're willing to budget. If that's part of the plan.