don't panic

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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.]

Comments

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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.]

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[Arthur hears the cuffs move and watches Eames react to the fact that he's restrained, which just spurs him on. He pauses very briefly to shift his hips and knees and then starts again, harder and deeper than before. Eames is so perfect below him and he just wants to make him feel amazing.]

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[Eames' moans take a desperate turn, expression pinched almost as if hes in pain, and he lifts a leg to hitch against Arthur's hip. He's pretty sure he's getting close, but he almost doesn't care. He just wants as much of this as Arthur can give him.]

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[Arthur won't be long either. He's been dreaming about this too long and he can feel something building in the pit of his stomach already, he just needs to push it a little harder. He pauses again, this time manhandling Eames' hips into tilting up a bit as he leans forward and plants his hands on the bed. It's enough of an adjustment that he can get more range of motion now, which he tests right away, picking the pace back up to however hard and fast he can manage. It feels so fucking good and he says something to that effect between moans and panting.]

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[That change makes Eames shout and his back arches, whole body tensing as he gets closer and closer, and when he finally comes it's absolutely overwhelming. Body feeling white-hot for a moment that feels like hours and leaves him trembling and letting out soft, shaky moans under Arthur.]

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[If Arthur weren’t already close, that display would take him right to the finish line, but even just the sounds Eames makes is enough to finish him off, and be struggles to keep up his pace through his own orgasm. Eventually, with a few shuddering moans, he slows to a stop, staying there for a little while before he pulls out and reaches down to discard the condom.]

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[Eames groans weakly and looks up at Arthur. He's still got a few aftershocks from that orgasm and his whole body feels heavy, but that doesn't stop him lifting a hand as much as he's able and waving at Arthur.]

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[The sound of the handcuffs gets Arthur's attention, and as lethargic as he is he manages to reach over to the nightstand to get the key so he can undo them. When the first wrist is free he frowns at the red marks on Eames' skin, but decides it's more important to get them completely off rather than to fixate on this right now.]

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[Eames isn't too bothered about any marks on his wrists. He groans in relief at being able to move his arms and rolls his shoulders to try and relieve some of the ache.]

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[Once the handcuffs have been dropped on the nightstand, Arthur lays himself down next to Eames with a heavy sigh, wiping the sweat from his brow and sinking comfortably into his bed. Turns out it takes a bit of effort to fuck someone like that and he still needs some time to recover.]

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[Eames turns on his side to look at Arthur and reaches out to put a hand on his chest.]

Come here.

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[Arthur takes a deep breath and turns on his side, shuffling closer to Eames with a worn out smile.]

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[Eames smiles back and leans closer to nose at Arthur's face for a kiss, slipping his hand around to Arthur's back with a soft hum. He's barely gotten to touch Arthur at all and that is a travesty. There might never be an opportunity again.]