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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[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.]

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[Eames gasps and arches under Arthur, he has no idea what to do with himself and ends up pushing his hands into his hair just for something to grip.]

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You good?

[Arthur's voice is breathless as he watches Eames, pretty confident that he knows what the answer is going to be but checking in smugly all the same.]

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[Eames' mouth falls open, but he doesn't trust his voice, staring up at Arthur for a long moment before he licks his lips and nods.]

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[That's pretty good. Arthur moans and grips Eames' legs a little harder as he slips into a slightly faster pace. It's just enough to give him some more friction and hopefully get a really great reaction out of Eames.]

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[Eames turns his head, pressing his face against his shoulder in embarrassment when he can't stop a whimper slipping out, hands twisting in the sheets since Arthur isn't close enough to hold. It's not like he's never been like this (or something close to it at least) with Arthur before, but that's always been part of something else, something switched on and off. Usually involving handcuffs.]

[Right now it feels naked and vulnerable in a way that makes him almost as embarrassed by how much he needs it right now as the way he's acting.]

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[Watching Eames whimper just spurs Arthur on, grip tightening just a little bit more as he fucks Eames a little deeper. His singular goal right now is to see Eames come right now, breath catching on the edges of moans as he holds on long enough to see it.]

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[Eames arches when Arthur picks up, head falling back with loud, desperate moans. His thighs tense and shake in Arthur's grip and he tugs harder at the sheets under him, it's pretty much all the warning either of them get before he comes. He comes hard, crying out when it hits him and whimpers softly through it, pretty much a wreck for it.]

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[As soon as sees Eames start to come, Arthur follows with a couple quick snaps of his hips, moaning loudly as he rides through it. He doesn't let go of Eames' thighs, trying to keep him still despite the trembling so that he can really fuck as much of this orgasm out of Eames as he can while he's still got the energy, even pushing through some of the aftershocks until it really seems like he's had enough.]

[It's only when he's finally slowed to a stop and let go of Eames' legs that he even finds the time to be smug, smirking down at Eames even as his chest heaves while he tries to catch his breath.]

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[Eames is so overwhelmed, it takes him a long while to be aware of anything except the stillness when Arthur stops moving. He's just a wreck, physically and emotionally, but for the moment at least he has the warm afterglow to focus on. Just laying there breathless and warm with his eyes closed and a deep flush down to his chest.]

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[Arthur decides he’s not going to get much from Eames at the moment so he pulls out and throws the condom away. He’s back quickly, tenderly leaning down and pressing kisses to the side of Eames’ face.]

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[Eames smiles at the kisses, lifting his hands to cup Arthur's face affectionately, smiling despite himself at the attention.]

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[Arthur grins and gives Eames a couple more kisses before he flops down on the bed with a sigh. He’s happy to just lay here basking in a job well done while Eames recovers, resting his hand on Eames’ chest.]

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[Eames sighs softly, taking a few moments to catch his breath before he turns on his side to get in Arthur's space and ideally coax him into some kissing. He's very desperate for some affection after all that, and they probably have some time before the food arrives.]

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[Arthur grins and slips his hand down to Eames’ waist as he kisses him lazily.]