[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[Arthur brings his hand up to Eames jaw and lets out a soft, almost desperate hum. He never really thought too much about what this might feel like but it feels better than he could have imagined anyway. It feels easy and right somehow, in a way he can't describe.]
[Eames moves his hand back down Arthur's back, tracing the curve of his spine with his fingertips, and smiles a little when his palm finds Arthur's ass. He's happy at first just feeling it, like he's trying to memorise the shape and the feeling, but aftwr some of that he just decides to grab it and give it a squeeze with a very pleased noise against Arthur's lips.]
[Arthur smiles and drags his fingernails lightly through the hair on the back of Eames' neck. There's a moment of silence before he speaks, soft and tired.]
[Arthur hums in preparation for the whole getting up business, and then he regretfully pulls away and rolls off the bed to head to his bathroom. He comes back with some antibacterial cream and a roll of gauze, just in case.]
[Eames raises his eyebrows at the gauze, but he doesn't say anything about it. He just waits for Arthur to sit down, mostly waiting to see if Arthur's planning to do it or pass the stuff to Eames to do himself.]
[Arthur sits down and takes Eames' hand without even thinking about it, taking some of the cream and gently rubbing it over the red lines on Eame's wrist. He decides the gauze isn't really necessary and moves on to the other hand, giving it the same treatment.]
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Come here.
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Do you want something for your wrists?
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That's probably a good idea.
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Falling asleep on me?
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