it's really not that bad

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[Sometimes jobs go wrong, that's just a fact of life. No amount of planning can account for random strokes of luck, little things in life that just happen. Eames may not be the most stringent when it comes to these things, but he doubts any amount of forethought could plan for a security guard getting milk in his coffee instead of soy and sticking around an extra fifteen minutes. It's kind of amazing how some random guy being lactose intolerant can undo a week's work.]

[Maybe it's his own fault, maybe he got too cocky, too sure he could handle a job like this on his own. Eames would say he's probably one of the best, but even the best out there has problems when it comes to a guard coming out of the bathroom unexpectedly and alerting every other guard in the building before Eames manages to knock him out.]

[At least he had the foresight to wear a mask.]

[The protocol for this kind of thing is always the same at least. Get out, get gone, make sure you're not being tailed before you go to ground. Eames makes it out through a window and hops the fence, in the back of his mind it reminds him of when he was young, and with the adrenaline rush it's actually a little fun.]

[When he was young he didn't have the money or the experience to be able to dump his car and switch to another once he's confident he's not being followed. Guards like that don't tend to leave the premises, but one can never be too sure. He sits at the wheel for a little bit, ostensibly to get his head together, but he's in a bit of a state. He knows he needs to get somewhere he feels safe enough to regroup, and that's how he ends up letting himself in Arthur's bedroom window and passing out on his bed as soon as the adrenaline wears off. There's a little blood, he probably looks like a mess, but it's all superficial. Mostly he's just exhausted.]

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[Arthur smiles and leans in to kiss Eames, everything very slow and relaxed while he works on getting Eames a bit harder. It's nice to just slow down and pay attention sometimes.]

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[It's not going to take long, it's only been a little bit since the blowjob after all. He moans softly and lifts his hands to cup Arthur's face.]

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[When he's satisfied with how hard Eames is, he pulls his hand out of Eames' underwear and sits up to take a sip of beer. He still hasn't fully decided what he wants but he definitely thinks he'd like to get Eames' butt involved, so he grabs the lube from his top drawer and shows it to Eames with an eyebrow raised.]

Is this alright?

[y/n on butt stuff Eames]

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[Eames looks at the lube and almost laughs, amusement clear in his expression when he raises an eyebrow right back.]

It's always alright.

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[Arthur laughs and shuffles up close to give Eames a kiss, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Eames' underwear and tugging gently.]

Well get these off then.

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[Eames huffs a laugh and lifts his hips to get his underwear down to his thighs. And then the rest of the way off.]

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[Arthur waits for all that to happen and then makes himself comfortable between Eames' legs, grinning as he uncaps the lube and gets some on his fingers. As much as he wants to watch Eames' face and listen to his noises it's also really irresistable to lean in for a kiss as he puts his hand down between Eames' legs to start teasing his entrance, rubbing circles to get him to relax.]

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[Eames hooks an arm around the back of Arthur's neck and moans softly, shifting his hips and spreading his legs to give Arthur easier access.]

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[Arthur pulls out of the kiss but stays close, nosing at Eames' face as he finally presses his middle finger into him. It's slow and thoughtful, like this is the first time he's properly done this and he's trying to figure out what exactly feels good. When he's buried to the knuckle he starts gently rocking his hand and massaging with his finger.]

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[Eames gasps softly and rocks his hips a little on Arthur's hand, letting out another soft moan. Something about the gentleness here sets off that need Eames has been ignoring since he woke up, and he puts his free hand on Arthur's back in some need to at least be touching him as much as possible.]

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[Arthur rubs slow circles around the spot that seems to get a reaction, leaning in to peck Eames's jaw as he works on getting another moan or two out of him.]

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[He breathes out a curse, arching just slightly and clutching at Arthur's back.]

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[Arthur murmurs a soft "you okay?" under his breath, checking in to make sure he's not rushing Eames along here.]

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[He nods emphatically and tips his head to try and pull Arthur in for another kiss.]

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[Arhur obliges him, but only for a moment, since he wants to hear Eames' reaction when he pulls his finger out and slowly presses back in with two. This time he pumps his fingers in and out a little more, still slow but looking for a little more pressure and friction.]

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[Eames moans louder at that, arching and digging his fingers in where he's holding Arthur's back.]

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[Arthur picks up his hand from the bed and puts it on Eames' thigh, fingers digging in as he holds in a soft moan. Everything Eames does sends shivers down his spine, making him harder. He curls his fingers a little harder and rocks his hand into him with a desparate hum that betrays how turned on he's getting.]

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[Eames' head falls back and he groans loudly, rocking back against Arthur's hand. He's absolutely desperate at this point, steadily getting louder.]

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[Arthur murmurs something in Eames' ear about how badly he wants to fuck him, kissing down his neck. Just a few more of those moans though, which he plans to coax out of him by rocking his hand into him even harder.]

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[Eames groans louder and tilts his head for more of that. He's just a mess who is absolutely going to get messier.]

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[Arthur swears and pulls his fingers out slowly, prolonging tihs for as long as he can handle. He only pulls away because he has to reach over for a condom, which gives him a moment to slow down again and collect himself - he doesn't want to rush this part either, so he's not rushed about tearing the package open and getting some lube on his hand to get ready.]

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[Eames very nearly tells Arthur not to put the condom on, but he stops himself. He just takes the moment to catch his breath and push his hair off his face, taking a deep breath and letting it out with a sigh. He refuses to let go of Arthur in any way, but he drop his arm from around Arthur's neck to rest his hand at his shoulder.]

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[Arthur leans in for another quick kiss before he moves on, putting his hands on Eames's thighs and pushing them up towards his chest, just enough to get his hips tilted up for a better angle. He has to let go of one to line himself up, but once the head of his dick is inside Eames he pauses once again. He really wants to savour every moment of this, see how wound up he can get Eames without the speed and force they usually approach this wit. He puts his hand back on Eames' thigh so he can control the tilt of his hips as he slowly presses into him, gaze flicking up to Eames' face to watch.]

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[This is... Not at all the kind of thing Eames was anticipating. It presses on that sense of vulnerability, somehow a lot more than any time he's been cuffed, and he watches Arthur carefully as he slips out of his hands and lays back. The noise he makes when Arthur presses into him is small, quiet, barely more than an inhale, still watching him with a kind of uncertainty he rarely, if ever, has. But that's wiped off his face pretty quickly by his eyebrows pulling together on a low groan when Arthur keeps going.]

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[Arthur pauses before he starts to pull out again, adjusting just a little bit to try and make the angle just righ. It's nice and slow and he almost moans, but he holds it in and regains his compusure to thrust into Eames just fast enough to create a little friction.]