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[Breaking into a detective's house? Not the sort of risk Eames likes to take. Police are generally insufferable when it gets "personal," so the payoff has to be good to make it worth it.]

[He has no idea if this is going to be worth it, but Arthur has reciprocated. Initiated. Agreed that they should do this. And they can't exactly go out to a bar or even knock on eachother's door... Anything where they might be seen in a non-adversarial context, where Eames isn't being arrested or questioned. And he's staked Arthur out a few times, has a decent enough idea of his routine and the fact he doesn't often have anyone over.]

[Getting into Arthur's apartment isn't actually hard. It's an easy climb to in his blacks, and it's a better lock than most have on their windows, but not one he can't pick, and he's very quiet about stepping inside. Maybe he should call out to check Arthur's in, but he follows his instincts instead, reaching out with a gloved hand to pick up something on Arthur's table and look at it.]

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Stop.

[Arthur lifts his gun halfway again, coolly giving Eames a once over as he slowly takes a step closer. His voice is considerably less angry and suspicious, a little more detached.]

Turn around, hands on the table.

[Oh, okay. Eames raises an eyebrow but he does as he's told. This certainly isn't how he saw it going, but so far he's got no complaints, arching his back a little bit for the visual.]

[Arthur approaches Eames and puts the gun down on the table, taking a step back to appreciate the view before he puts his hands on Eames' hips. He pats down Eames' thighs almost exactly the same way he always does, but then he drags his hands up Eames' waist and sides. He leans forward as his palms travel over shoulderblades, up to graze his fingers over Eames' collarbone and then down Eames' arms, taking in a deep breath and really savouring it for the first time as he brushes his nose against Eames' neck.]

[It'd be a lie to say he's never thought about this, because he has. A lot. He sucks in a breath and leans back against Arthur, fully relishing the feeling of Arthur's body over his. It's not just that this is something he's wanted for some time, but there's an added thrill. It feels like getting away with something, and the thought sends a shiver up his spine.]

[To be honest, the idea of not being in total control in this situation scares him a little bit, so for the time being he plans to keep Eames right where he wants him, and that's right here. He leans forward, pressing his hips to Eames' ass as he nips at the skin on Eames' neck and his hands wander across his chest and stomach.]

This is what you wanted, right?

[Eames rolls his hips back against him, making a noise at the question that's almost a laugh. He appreciates the check-in, but he thinks it's fairly obvious that he wants this.]

You can't tell?

For a while there I thought you were just a horrible tease.

[He kisses Eames' neck, humming because he's thought about doing this so many times. Just pressing his lips to the column of muscles right here, the fantasy spurred on every time they were in close proximity and Arthur could smell him, whatever combination of soap and aftershave he uses to achieve that perfectly enticing aura.]

[Then he does something else he's fantasized about, hand drifting down to cup Eames firmly through his pants.]

Not that this doesn't make you a horrible tease, but at least I know you're the type of horrible tease to follow through.

[Eames smiles to himself, breathing out another soft laugh at being called a tease, and quietly soaking this all up. He doesn't know when they'll do this again, if ever, so Eames is taking great care to memorise everything that's happening. Arthur's weight on his back, his hands against him. It's already better than he imagined and they've barely started.]

Had to figure out if you were actually interested, didn't I?

You knew I was.

[He switches to the other side of Eames’ neck as he tugs the front of Eames’ shirt up, enough to slip his hand underneath it and feel bare skin. It feels like a fucking furnace to his cold fingers, and he makes another soft noise as he rolls his hips and massages with the palm on Eames’ crotch, trying to get a better idea of what he might be working with under there and just how quickly he can get it hard.]

[Eames jumps a little and gasps at the feeling of Arthur's fingers on his skin, but otherwise he stays as he is; hands on the table, no movement other than the slight rocking of his hips against Arthur's.]

[He shakes his head, making a soft noise to disagree.] Had to be completely sure, one hundred percent. Took a big risk coming here.

[It's not going to take much longer to get him hard, he's been ridiculously turned on since they started, breath shallower and voice thicker for it.]

You could arrest me right now and I'd be fucked.

[Arthur lets out a soft, dry laugh.]

You're gonna be fucked either way.

[He pulls away, regretfully extracting his hands, but only enough that he can tug on Eames's shirt to get him to turn around. He needs to finally kiss that mouth.]

[Eames stands and he doesn't waste any time, turning on a heel to face Arthur and he puts his hands on Arthur's hips as he leans in to kiss him hungrily.]

[This feels so much better than it should, and he can't help but let out a soft groan. Between the feeling of Eames' lips on his and the bulge in Eames' pants through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, Arthur's overwhelmed, but not too much that he can't reciprocate and put a hand on the back of Eames' neck to kiss him harder. He's wanted this for a while now and it's even better than he imagined.]

[Eames slips a hand to the small of Arthur's back and pulls Arthur harder against him with a quiet moan. He's practically aching for this, for everything Arthur has, and it strikes him maybe standing in his living room isn't the best place for that. It's extremely reluctant when he pulls back, even if it's just the tiniest amount so he can speak, breathless and flushed.]

So is this where you want me? Or should we relocate?

[Arthur's imagined Eames on just about every flat surface of his apartment, but he knows that he doesn't want to remember what could be their one sexual encounter on his couch or his floor, as tempting as it is.]

[He hums a negative and nods toward the bedroom, reaching down to tug Eames' shirt up in the interest of time.]

[Eames dips his head to get a quick and aggressive kiss with a light smirk on his face, backing up a little as he pulls his shirt off and dumps it on the table, turning at the same time to head in the indicated direction.]

[Arthur pauses for half a second to take stock of what is happening here, but the fact of the matter is that Eames is now shirtless and heading to his bedroom, which means he's going to be horizontal and naked soon and Arthur really needs to see that.]

[Normally Eames would just get on the bed at this point, but he's curious what Arthur wants to do. He wasn't entirely sure whether Arthur was the kind of guy who actually liked to take control this way and knowing that he is makes Eames pause instead and look to Arthur. Hands falling to his waistband to undo his pants while he's there.]

So... How do you want me?

[Arthur laughs and steps in close to gently pull Eames' hands off his pants. He would like to take care of that part but not just yet.]

I hadn't gotten that far yet. My brain's still catching up with the fact that you broke in to my apartment for sex.

[He leans in for an indulgent kiss, hands slipping to Eames' waist and around to his back as he steps a little closer.]

But I think I want to take my time.

[He slips one hand down the back of Eames' pants, enjoying the curve of his ass and then pressing a couple fingers up against Eames' entrance. It's just exploratory for now, paying close attention to how he reacts.]

Then I think I'd like to fuck you.

[Eames's response is definitely positive, a low, pleased noise in the back of his throat as he steps closer. Taking the opportunity when he's not being kissed to dip his head and brush his lips along Arthur's jaw and down his neck.]

I think I like the sound of that.

[He nips lightly at Arthur's skin.]

Just wondering if I should prepare myself to end up handcuffed on my knees.

[It's a little bit a joke, but also a lot that Arthur getting the cuffs out would be extremely hot.]

[Arthur's eyebrows jump a little and he nuzzles at Eames' face, fingers massaging away. There's a smile in his voice, lacking as much judgment as he can force out of his tone.]

Is that what you want?

[On his knees? Maybe not. (Or maybe yes, it really depends.) But he hums and makes a thoughtful noise as if the handcuffs, and all the cop stuff really, isn't intrinsically tied up with how he sees Arthur and his attraction to him.]

Can't say I haven't thought about other applications for those handcuffs.

[If this weren't the first time, Arthur might be interested in going that far with a pair of handcuffs, but as it stands he'd really like to prioritize intimate knowledge of the front of Eames before he gets really familiar with the back of him. Either way the cuffs are an enticing thought and Arthur mulls it over for exactly four and a half seconds before he leans in for a brief but hungry kiss and then pulls away to leave the bedroom. His kit is out in the entryway.]

[Well that's not what Eames expected and he ends up standing there dazed for a moment or two, watching the door with a frown.]

[Arthur's not even gone a minute - the thing about routine and organization is that you always know your cuffs are in a specific pocket and you don't have to dig around for them, so he's coming back into the bedroom shortly and discarding his shirt on the way, cuffs in hand.]

[He barely pauses in his stride as he puts a hand on Eames' chest and starts pushing him toward the bed, eyes dark and hungry.]

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