i've got this feeling i can't shake

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[This gathering isn't anything special, especially not by the "standards" Eames has been discovering over these last few years, but it is one of those things where the Lord of Autumn should make an appearance. A lot of fae and various other types celebrating some minor thing that Eames can't even remember. The drinks are good though, and there is the odd familiar face he actually enjoys the company of.]

[It's all just... Fine. Except for one thing, a fae who is absolutely stunning, unabashedly inhuman, somebody Eames would certainly love to take home were it a different time. But she's not interested in him by the looks of it anyway. During the latter half of the evening, he catches glimpses of her with Arthur, and he could brush off the flirting if it weren't for the way he could see it being reciprocated.]

[It becomes steadily harder to ignore, glances become hard stares with a clenched jaw for lingering moments, barely paying attention to whatever conversation he's found himself in. Entirely more interested in this display he's witnessing.]

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[Arthur privately hopes there won't be too much talking at home, but he hums in understanding, gives Eames knee a squeeze, and noses affectionately at Eames' face before he turns to look out the window. He's had a nice evening and he thinks the ideal way to cap it off would be Eames growling in his ear while he holds him down and fucks him hard. That just seems to be the kind of mood Eames is in, and Arthur looks forward to obliging him once in a while.]

[It's not a long drive, and Arthur's content to stay silent until they get home, relaxed against Eames' side.]

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[Eames stays quiet for the rest of the journey, watching the city go by out the window. He just spends the journey thinking about what to do when they get home. But experience says it'll just be whatever occurs to him when they get in the door.]

[Speaking of the door, they're home now. It's all fine, Eames opens the door while Arthur pays up with the driver and waits for him to close the door behind them before he immediately turns and puts a hand on Arthur's chest to push him back against the door roughly. Not giving him any time to react before he pins him against the door for a kiss.]

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[Arthur's surprised and then amused in the half second between getting pushed against the door and being kissed. If there's any sting in his back from being shoved, he ignores it in favour of enjoying this kiss and untucking Eames' shirt with a happy hum.]

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[Eames dips his head to kiss Arthur's neck, far from gentle but he's not trying to hurt him, just overwhelm him. He puts a hand on Arthur's hip, staying close as he can, voice practically a low rumble when he speaks.]

I saw you with that fae earlier.

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[Arthur lets out a couple grunts and groans, definitely a little overwhelmed at Eames' immediate intensity. It's hard for him to really focus on what Eames says, let alone what he means by it.]

Yeah?

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Mm.

[His other hand moves to start untucking Arthur's shirt.]

She really liked you.

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[Arthur braces his hands on Eames' shoulders and arches his back into Eames' hands. He's not entirely sure what Eames is getting at here but if things go the way they're going, it's not bad.]

Apparently she's not the only one.

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No, she's not.

[He hums, slipping his hand under Arthur's shirt once he's got enough of it out, pressing to Arthur's lower back to hold him against him. He's knows Arthur's talking about him, but the statement makes Eames think of other fae who've made eyes at Arthur. Flirted with him, shown some desire to take him.]

[Eames lets out a low noise of displeasure at the thought, baring down a little harder with his weight against Arthur and nips at the skin on his neck.]

You're mine though.

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Yeah?

[Arthur feels his stomach twist, but he can't tell if it's a good or bad kind of feeling, and the fae wine dulls it all anyway. Maybe he should be worried, knowing how strong Eames is, knowing that if he really gets carried away he could break his bones just by squeezing too hard, but the idea of Eames just taking him is too hot to ignore. A shiver of anticipation runs up his spine and he digs his fingers into Eames' shoulders.]

What are you gonna do about it?

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[Now there's a question. Eames shifts his hips, pressing forward against Arthur's as if to make a point of how hard he is right now. His main concern right now is whether to take him up to bed or not, but for now he just wants Arthur overwhelmed and needy.]

Guess I need to remind you.

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[Arthur's genuinely taken aback by the fact that Eames is already so hard, but he keeps his surprise limited to a soft gasp. It's getting kind of difficult to keep his composure in the face of all of this, and he gets the sense that Eames would like him to drop it completely, but neither of them would be happy if he didn't at least try to maintain it as long as he can. He wriggles a little in Eames' grip like it's just a little too much for him, bringing his hand up to the back of Eames' head to scratch lightly at his scalp.]

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[Eames makes a pleased noise and reaches down with a free hand to grip Arthur's thigh and pull it up, using it to pull Arthur closer to him and lifts his head to pull him into a kiss.]

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[Arthur's easily mahandled, gripping Eames' shoulders tighter as his balance transfers to one foot. He groans a little as he's kissed, hoping that Eames won't decide to fuck him here but a little dizzy at the notion that it might actually be kind of hot.]

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[He's considering it, but to hold Arthur down and fuck him the way he wants Eames is going to need at least a horizontal surface, and it might as well be their bed. He dips a little, going for Arthur's other leg to lift him up with a soft grunt.]

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[Arthur lets out a soft noise of surprise, but he wraps his legs around Eames' waist and clings to him with a moan.]

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[He's not really worried about dropping Arthur — between his magic and his strength it's practically a nonissue — but Eames braces his hands on Arthur's back anyway before he moves away from the door, murmuring against Arthur's lips as he moves.]

I did consider fucking you right here, but...

[Eames frowns in thought, moving carefully toward the bedroom.]

Well, it just doesn't seem like enough.

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[Arthur smirks against Eames' lips, wrapping his arms tighter around Eames' shoulders.]

Not if you want it to really stick.

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[Eames grumbles a little at that, eyebrow raised.]

Though it never seems to with you.

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[Arthur laughs softly.]

Maybe you need to apply a little more force.

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[Eames snorts and nods, pausing first to open the bedroom door before he responds.]

Good thing that's the plan for tonight.

[He says, and then carelessly drops Arthur on the bed.]

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[Wow, he really is just going to be tossed around isn't he. Arthur grunts when he hits the bed, lying there for a second and watching Eames before he starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. With the mood Eames is in he's almost worried his clothes might get ripped if he leaves the disrobing part up to Eames.]

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[It's a fair concern, Eames isn't even bothering to undo his shirt all the way, just enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside. He watches Arthur for a moment, getting as far as undoing his belt before he decides he'd much rather get on the bed and lean over him for a kiss.]

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[Arthur's wriggling out of his shirt by the time Eames kisses him, and one that's discarded he moves onto his belt. He brings his hand up up to Eames' jaw, affectionately brushing his fingertips across Eames' cheek as he undoes his belt and pants with the other hand.]

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[It's imperative that Arthur be naked as soon as possible, so Eames ignores how badly he wants to crawl completely over Arthur right now. How much he wants to press him into the mattress and hold him there until he's a whimpering mess. There's time for that yet.]

[It doesn't mean he'll be patient or gentle in the meantime though. He nips at Arthur's bottom lip, drags his teeth over it as he pulls back to look at him, a long moment before he presses his forehead to Arthur's, hand coming up to rest at the curve of his jaw.]

I hate seeing you with them, you know.

[He's not grabbing Arthur's face, not trying to direct him, but his grip is still firm in a way that would make his hand difficult to move. He rubs his thumb over Arthur's lip, almost a soothing gesture, but not really.]

Takes everything in my power not to step in, tell them you're mine.

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[Arthur can feel his heart beating loudly in his chest, breath coming out shallow and hot against Eames' finger. Something about this is so terribly fucking hot that it completely drowns out any warnings his brain might be trying to send him right now. Logically, they should be there. There's nothing attractive to him about jealousy and control, and in the past it's driven him away, but this is something different. It feels primal. Maybe that would scare Arthur if they hadn't been together for so long, if he wasn't so in love... but right now he's just overwhelmed with some desire to be the thing Eames covets.]

[He stares up at him, pupils blown out. He's completely forgotten his pants, which he's managed to get off his hips but still need to be taken the rest of the way off.]

I am yours.