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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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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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?

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I think so.

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

Fuck.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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[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?

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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.

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[Eames's breath catches, but he's still got that smirk on his face. Part of him wants to protest the idea that he was "pouring it on so thick," but Arthur's brought up something much more interesting.]

What was the most frequent image then?

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[Arthur pulls his finger out and gently pushes back in with two, keeping a close eye on Eames for signs of pain. His brow furrows in thought at the question, realizing he wasn't ready for it. He finally speaks with a soft, bashful laugh and looks away as he speaks.]

Just fucking you. Or you fucking me. A little frantic but otherwise pretty standard. Guess that makes me kind of boring.

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[Eames lets out a slightly astonished laugh and he shakes his head.]

You're two fingers deep in a man who broke into your home. And you've got him handcuffed to your bed.

[He rolls his hips shallowly against Arthur's hand with a moan that completely shuts him up otherwise for a moment before he remembers he had more to say.]

I don't think you get to call yourself boring.

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You're right, maybe my goalposts have moved a litttle too far.

[He curls his fingers again and this time it's deliberate, fingers tense as they massage his prostate. If Eames is going to be so demanding he may as well indulge him. He'd also love to have him as keyed up as possible when they're finally fucking.]

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[Eames opens his mouth to say something, but that expression quickly changes to giving Arthur an offended look before his head falls back with a louder moan and he rolls his hips down a little more insistently on Arthur's hand.]

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[Arthur lets out a hard breath, feeling his dick twitch in anticipation as he massages a little harder, really trying to draw out something truly spectacular from Eames without pushing him over the edge.]

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[Eames curses and groans, rocking his hips against the motion of Arthur's hand. He murmurs some insult or other between moans because he knows what Arthur's doing, but given the fact that he's an active participant in this, it's obviously half-hearted.]

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[Arthur watches, totally enraptured by the image of Eames below him. He keeps going until it seems like Eames might be getting a little too excited, and then he slows to a stop and pulls out his fingers. It takes him a minute to get the condom on and get lubed up, but he figures Eames needs the breather anyway.]

[When he's ready he puts his hands on Eames' hips and lines himself up to press into him, biting down a groan and trying to stay slow so that it doesn't hurt.]

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[It's almost a relief when Arthur's finally entering him; he feels like he's needed this for longer than just this evening and he has to fight himself to wait.]

[He just also feels like he's been patient enough and they should get things moving already.]

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[Arthur lets out a moan that betrays the relief he feels when he's buried inside Eames. He stays where he is (it's a good vantage point and he imagines a good angle for Eames) and starts rolling his hips. Just shallow at first, but the pace builds up to something a little hasty as soon as he feels like Eames can take it.]

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[It feels so fucking good it's not long before Eames is making a lot of noise to share exactly how good it is. He's not necessarily loud, but practically every breath is a moan or a gasp or a curse. Instinctively he reaches for Arthur, hand barely moving an inch thanks to the handcuffs, and something about that tightens in his stomach and has his head falling back against the pillows.]