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i've got this feeling i can't shake

[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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[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.]

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

[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.

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

Not if you want it to really stick.

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

Though it never seems to with you.

[Arthur laughs softly.]

Maybe you need to apply a little more force.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[Eames swallows, at once surprised and pleased with that answer. If it was in any way possible for him to ignore how fucking hard he's been this whole time, the way that makes him ache to be inside Arthur would be a loud reminder. He groans and shifts on the bed, quiet save for his breath, thinking mostly about moving this along.]

Yeah. You are.

[The nightstand drawer opens, lube finding its way to the bed where Eames can pick it up.]

You're the most beautiful fucking human I've ever met, and you're all mine.

[Arthur's eyes dart over to the lube and then back up to Eames. He's hard too, eager for Eames to touch him, but hesitant to ask directly. His whole body feels pinned down by the hand on his jaw.]

Take me then.

[It comes out in a mixture of desperation and challenge.]

[The moment it takes him to move is pure surprise, like he never expected that from Arthur, but he's more than happy to oblige. Eames sits up, firstly to get those pants off Arthur as fast as possible, and then he's getting that lube on his fingers so he can drop his hand between Arthur's legs and rub circles over his entrance.]

[Arthur stretches out, spreading his legs to make room for Eames' hand. He moans at the feeling of Eames' fingers and his dick twitches in anticipation.]

God, just look at you.

[He looks at his hand as he presses his middle two fingers into Arthur and drags his gaze up Arthur's body to his face, watching for his reactions when Eames starts pumping.]

The way you open up for me, it's perfect.

[Eames' fingers pressing into him earns a groan, followed by another, even more desperate as they start moving.]

I— I can't—

[He cuts himself off with a groan, surprisingly overwhelmed by the stretch and friction.]

[He's pretty pleased with that response, free hand falling to his own crotch just to add a little pressure and relieve some tension. He's not going to spend long on this, but he wants to get some more of those sounds out of Arthur first.]

It's almost painful to not be inside you right now.

[He licks his lips, watching for the way Arthur reacts when he curls his fingers and presses hard.]

[Arthur lets out a loud moan, stuttering out Eames' name as he arches his back. His hand finds Eames' thigh and he digs his fingers in. He takes a couple quick breaths and forces out the words he was trying to get out before.]

I can't fucking describe what you do to me.

If it's anything like what you do to me-- [He curls his fingers again, harder this time.] I can sympathise.

[He pulls his fingers out and moves to kneel between Arthur's legs. Groaning first in relief when he finally undoes his pants and pulls his dick out, and then softer, indulging himself a little when he takes himself in his hand to get lubed up and ready.]

[Arthur arches his back even more and lets out a surprised moan when Eames curls his fingers, and then he takes the much needed reprieve to catch his breath. He pushes himself up on an elbow so he can watch what Eames is doing, a soft reverence in his eyes at the sight of Eames' dick.]

[If Arthur thought all this had cooled Eames off any, he's about to be very mistaken. Eames doesn't really offer much warning when he grips Arthur's hips and pulls him where he wants him, hips lifted into his lap and legs spread over his thighs. Still holding Arthur's hip with one hand, he uses the other to guide himself into Arthur with a deep groan.]

[Arthur grunts when he's pulled into Eames' lap, toes curling as Eames sinks into him. It's not like he's particularly tight, but Eames didn't exactly warm him up, so there's a bit of a stretch. Eames' hand on his hip feels good and firm and exactly what he wanted, so he lets out a long, loud groan as he's filled up.]

[Eames takes his time here, rolling his hips into Arthur slow and shallow, fully absorbing the way Arthur feels around him. It's perfect-- Arthur is perfect. Eames breathes a curse, fingers digging in where he's holding Arthur's hip, and looks at his face to check how he's doing.]

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