ruffians | don't panic

Entry tags:

don't panic

[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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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.]

[Eames moves with the pushing, eyes locked on Arthur's as he steps backwards until his legs hit the bed. Even that unexpected impact shaking his balance can't get Eames to look away. He licks his lips, something extremely pleased in his expression as he sits and starts to move back to get on the bed properly.]

[Arthur follows him down, only breaking eye contact for a second to give him a once-over that seems almost predatory. Once Eames is all the way up on the bed he leans down to kiss him again, taking a little more time now but only getting more aggressive now that they're so fucking close to moving on from this foreplay.]

[Eames leans up into it, putting a hand on Arthur's chest and taking the opportunity to feel him up a little while he's there. Knowing Arthur has the handcuffs has his pulse racing, and the fact that everything from here is pretty much in Arthur's hands has him both anxious and excited.]

[Arthur stays there for a little while, knowing he won't have Eames' hands on him again until after they're done and savouring it while he can get it. It's more than worth it, but part of him as been aching for those hands on him, so it's almost reluctant when he takes one of Eames' wrists and cuffs it with practiced ease. He has to sit up and lean forward to get the short chain around one of his middle bedposts, and then he reaches for Eames' other hand to finish it off.]

[When he sits up to admire his handiwork he can't help but raise his eyebrows and let his mouth fall open a bit in delight. Sometimes you see something and you already know you're going to be jacking off to it later.]

Fuck.

Yeah?

[Eames stretches out, making himself more appealing under Arthur's gaze, fairly certain how good he must look right now even without Arthur's input. Almost a shame there'll be no photos of this for him to look back on.]

[He does, however,have a gorgeous man in front of him and Eames would love to have said man touching him again ]

[Arthur laughs and shakes his head, thinking that he should have known Eames' easy confidence would translate directly to sex. He puts both his hands on Eames' stomach and pushes them up his ribcage and to his chest as he leans in to kiss him again. It's slow this time, a little less demanding, but it turns out to be just a tease as he kisses down Eames' jaw and neck, along his collarbone and spending some time there to casually start inspecting some tattoos with his hands and mouth.]

[Eames makes a small noise of complaint when Arthur stops kissing him and he turns his head in an attempt to chase his lips for some more of that, but Arthur's moving down his neck and it does feel really good. He sighs and exhales a slow breath and shifts a little under Arthur, mostly in some attempt to be patient.]

[Arthur hears his complaint and shifts so he can press his knee up between Eames' legs, giving him something to rock against if he needs it for the time being. Meanwhile he's busy, kissing his way across Eames' chest, nipping at his collarbone and pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He just really wants to get the lay of the land before he gets going, especially since he doesn't know if this is ever going to happen again.]

[Mostly he just wants to be kissed, but everything that's happening right now is really good too. His head falls back and he sighs, arching a little into Arthur's touch.]

[Arthur spends a little more time doing that, taking in all of Eames that he can reach before he moves back up to kiss him again, hungry and slow. He lowers his hips too, to rock against him in an effort to make sure blood's still moving down there.]

[Sometimes Eames forgets how impatient he can be, so it's probably for the best his hands are restrained. By the time Arthur's kissing him again, Eames is wound up and almost desperate, moaning softly into the kiss and rolling his hips up against Arthur's.]

[Arthur could do this all day, just exploring what he can of Eames' body while the man is restrained to his bed, but he knows how anticlimactic that could be and his dick's getting harder by the second with the noise Eames is making.]

[He sits back up with an apologetic sound, getting off Eames so he can hook his fingers in Eames' waistband and pull his pants off. An appreciative sound escapes him as he takes in the look of Eames completely naked on his bed now, specifically the dick that he barely hesitates to wrap his hand around and give a few quick experimental pumps. He likes the feel of it so much he keeps doing it as he reaches for the lube and condoms from his bedside table.]

[It shouldn't be a surprise, but Arthur's hand on him catches Eames off, that moment really wasn't enough to catch his breath and he curses softly under his breath. He's not even sure what it is about this that has him so overwhelmed, but he is, turning his head to press his face into his shoulder with another moan.]

[Arthur laughs softly and takes his hand away to rest it on the bed next to Eames' hip, pausing and leaning over him.]

You need a minute?

I think so.

[It's a bit embarrassing, but not enough to stop Eames from laughing too and shaking his head a little.]

Fuck.

[Arthur laughs again and shakes his head, putting the bottle of lube down so he can hook his thumbs in his own underwear and slip them off. He's hard already but he gives himself a quick couple pumps of his hand just to make sure, humming softly as he does. He's basically just going to sit here and wait until Eames gives him the go ahead, casually checking him out and appreciating the view.]

[Eames takes a minute just to catch his breath and shifts his hips to get comfortable while he's at it. For a moment he's just trying to think what's got him so worked up so fast, but he looks up at Arthur and decides that can wait for later.]

You are incredibly fucking gorgeous, you know.

[He's ready.]

Yeah?

[Arthur smiles and cocks an eyebrow, picking the lube back up and situating himself between Eames' legs. He's sure this is just part of what Eames says to everyone in bed and he doesn't put much stock in that kind of compliment.]

[Meanwhile he's pouring some of the lube onto his hand, rubbing it between his thumb and fingers so it's not cold when he reaches down to brush his fingers over Eames' entrance again.]

[He does, but to be fair he only sleeps with people he thinks are gorgeous, so it's not like it's just a line. Not that he was expecting Arthur to fall down and swoon over him or anything, he's just sharing an opinion.]

I thought you'd look good out of that suit, but this is something.

[Eames pauses and very deliberately looks as far down as he can.]

So it that.

[Arthur's grin gets a little smug as he slips his middle finger into Eames, slowly pushing in and dragging it out, studying Eames' face the whole time.]

Well, I can honestly say that everything I'm looking at right now is... breathtaking. Much better than I've ever imaagined.

[Eames hums and breathes out softly, it's been a little while and his brow twitches in concentrating on relaxing, but he smirks when his gaze flicks back up to Arthur's face.]

Think about this a lot, did you?

Of course I did. You were pouring it on so thick.

[Arthur curls his finger as he draws it out again.]

Having you cuffed to my bedpost wasn't a frequent image that came to mind, but it was certainly in the mix.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject