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 hums happily and shifts his hips a little closer, already feeling a little bit of movement down there. He tightens his arm around Eames a little and and noses at the back of his neck as he starts to get hard.]

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[Eames grins and moves his hand to rest on Arthur's arm. Seeing as he's on board with this, Eames is entirely happy to keep going until Arthur's ready]

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[Arthur moans softly and kisses Eames' neck as his dick gets hard against Eames' ass. His brain still isn't functioning at full capacity so all he can think is that this feels good and that he hopes it goes a little further. His dick would like to be inside something ideally.]

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[Eames is getting to it, especially now it feels like Arthur's getting hard enough to be useful. He lifts his hand to his mouth, quickly getting a couple of fingers good and wet before he reaches behind himself, making a gently apologetic noise to Arthur as he slips his hand into his underwear and carefully presses those fingers into himself.]

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[Arthur's eyes follow Eames' hand, and he leans back a bit to watch what happens. It's not like it's the best angle to see everything, but it's a great show nonetheless.]

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[It's not like Eames is bothering to make much of a show of it either, he just wants to make sure he can take Arthur without much fuss. He pumps his fingers a few times, and slips them out to pull his underwear down.]

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[Arthur takes that as a cue to pull his own underwear down. It doesn't even really occur to him to sacrifice a moment of this to roll away and grab a condom, so without much fanfare he grabs Eames' ass gently to spread his cheeks. It takes a little bit of shifting and a little bit of help from his hand to finally slip into him, but once he does he lets out a soft groan of relief and presses himself flush to Eames' back, kissing his shoulder as he rocks his hips.]

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[Eames curses and groans when Arthur presses into him, a deep sense of pleasure that's more than just the satisfaction of a dick in his ass. He murmurs Arthur's name in encouragement and takes himself in his hand, rocking his hips gently along with him.]

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[The pace of his hips is automatic and comfortable. It's too early in the morning for anything particularly hard or fast and the position doesn't really allow for it, so he just keeps on rocking his hips as he kisses up Eames's neck and groans softly.]

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[That's what Eames wants right now anyway, something casual and easy. Plus, the position might not allow for much in terms of movement, but it makes up for it with the way he feels squeezed around Arthur and the angle of it, something he communicates with a low groan as he turns his head to press is face into the pillow.]

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[Arthur murmurs something about how hot Eames is and how good he feels, hand resting on Eames' hip as he seeks out more of those groans. It's not going to take him long to come and he's not actively trying to draw it out either, so when he starts to feel the tightness and warmth in the pit of his stomach he moans louder and asks:]

You want me to pull out?

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[Eames shakes his head and turns his head to look over his shoulder at Arthur with a lazy smirk.]

I'll have to shower either way.

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[Arthur smiles and groans as he starts to push through to the finish. He rocks his hips a little bit deeper and moans against Eames' neck and shoulder, wrapping his arm around Eames' waist just before he starts coming. He rocks his hips right through it, letting out shaky moans.]

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[Eames curses again and arches against Arthur, pumping his hand in time with Arthur's movement. He moans when he feels Arthur come, easily pushed over into his own orgasm by it, and lets out no shortage of groans the whole way through.]

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[Arthur gives him some encouraging moans, brushing his hand over Eames' stomach and chest as he relaxes behind him. He's not showing any intention of moving for the time being, snuggling up and staying right where he is.]

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[That's fine by Eames. He hums happily and lays his head down, this is pretty much what he needed to feel like himself again and he's very happy about it.]

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[Arthur's got like 20 to 30 minutes of rest left in him, especially after that effort, and he's literally not going to move and might even doze off a bit. Eames luckily decided to fail a heist the day before Arthur's day off so there's no alarm that's going to force him out of bed (or out of Eames).]

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[Eames isn't really tired, but he's not in any rush, so he just snuggles back against Arthur and sighs, totally content to see if he'll get bored or if Arthur will get up first.]

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[Arthur fully dozes off for another half hour and when he finally wakes up again he's still in that morning fog and it doesn't help that he's so comfortable right now. Eames is warm but there is an awareness that he should get up and there is a desire for coffee that is getting ever louder as he stays conscious longer.]

[He finally decides that it's time and gently pulls out and sits up, leaning down to give Eames a clumsy kiss before he rolls off the bed and heads to the bathroom.]

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[Eames has himself a light snooze too, woken by Arthur's movement as he pulls out, left a little uncomfortable but he smiles into the kiss and turns over to watch Arthur leave the room, calling after him as he leaves the room:] Are you making me coffee?

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[Arthur responds with a wordless hum that sounds like it might be a yes but also might be an automatic response as if he didn't hear the request at all. It does, however, make him redirect and set up the coffee to brew before he gets into the shower.]

[He'll be in there a good ten minutes and when he comes out he goes straight to the coffee to pour a couple mugs and then head to the bedroom.]

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[Eames assumes it means "yes, coffee" because he learned very quickly how much and how soon Arthur needs coffee after waking, and curls up under the covers. He contemplates getting his phone, but he'd have to get out of bed and there are several reasons he doesn't want to.]

[When Arthur comes back with the coffee, Eames immediately perks up and smiles at Arthur.]

Thank you.

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[Arthur hums some acknowledgement and carefully hands Eames one of the mugs before he slips back into bed, sitting up against the headboard.]

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[Eames is a little hesitant to actually sit up, but honestly they've been in this situation enough times Arthur should be used to the messy sheets, and he really wants that coffee. So he sits up carefully and leans back against the headboard with a pleased noise, cupping the mug in both hands.]

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[The sheets don't even occur to him, and he was gonna have to clean them anyway. His brain is just focused on the coffee right now and he feels nice sitting beside Eames, which he shows with a smile.]