there's bullet holes where my compassion used to be

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[Eames, for the most part, is pretty good at avoiding serious injuries, but things happen. People make mistakes, get caught out or outdone. Also weapons are a thing.]

[The upside is that Eames can take a lot of pain. The downside is that he is currently in a lot of pain. Battered and bloody with a few nasty wounds to show for it when he lets himself into Arthur's place. Arthur keeps a first aid kit, he knows that, and moreover he keeps some medical supplies he absolutely should not legally have. He tries to remember where Arthur keeps it, turning to go in his kitchen. Grabbing a sharp-looking knife in one hand as he starts looking through a cupboard he vaguely remembers as storage with little regard for the blood he's leaving everywhere. Calling Arthur's name at the same time to see if he's home.]

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[Arthur follows him, bringing his beer with him and very casually undoing the buttons of his shirt as they climb the stairs. He's ready to shrug out of it once the bottle's been put down on the night stand, and then he's undoing his pants, making a soft sound in his throat when he finally has room to adjust things down there.]

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[Eames is at least self-aware enough to know that just because he feels fine, it doesn't mean he is, so he's a bit careful about getting on the bed. It'd be a real mood killer if he started bleeding everywhere. He sits up against the headboard and looks at Arthur with a raised eyebrow, absolutely taking a moment to look at that bulge in his pants before he looks up at his face.]

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[Arthur smirks and sits down on the edge of the bed, planting his hand on the other side of Eames' legs and leaning in close enough to nearly kiss him. His voice is a low rumble in his chest, words just clear enough for Eames to hear.]

I really wanna fuck you.

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[Eames groans softly and turns his head a little toward Arthur, lifting a hand to Arthur's chest.]

Music to my ears.

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[He smiles and leans in for a kiss. He glances down at the bullet wound in Eames' stomach.]

I should probably be a little bit gentle, right?

[There's still a hint of flirtatiousness in his voice it is a genuine question.]

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[He snorts and follows Arthur's gaze to the bandage taped to his stomach. Not his greatest look but at least he's not bleeding through it.]

Maybe a little.

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[Arthur nods and grabs one more kiss.]

Why don't we get these pants off you and you can lay down.

[He sits up and leans over to the nightstand to grab the lube and a condom.]

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[Eames grins and does exactly that, pants getting discarded off the side of the bed before he moves and lays down. One arm behind his head as he watches Arthur and waits for him to join him.]

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[Arthur finally discards his own pants, deciding he doesn't want to have to deal with them later even if he doesn't plan on getting his junk involved right away. He's got to get Eames warmed back up first and he always likes taking his time with that. He is still very hard when he crawls onto the bed, planting one knee between Eames' legs and leaning down to kiss him a little deeper this time.]

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[Eames smiles up at him and cups Arthur's face in both hands, leaning up into the kiss with a soft sigh.]

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[Arthur hums and drags his fingers up Eames' inner thigh, right up to the crook of his leg, then up to his hip. He wraps his hand around Eames' dick and starts lazily pumping to see if he can get him hard again.]

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[Even for him, Eames is going to be easy. He's about one good kiss from being putty in Arthur's hands, letting out a soft moan against Arthur's lips as things start to stir.]

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[The kiss is soft; he doesn't feel the need to overwhelm Eames, but he get the sense that even some leisurely tongue action will do enough, especially combined with his thumb swiping over the head of Eames' dick.]

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[It does plenty for him, he moans again and hooks an arm over the back of Arthur's neck, leaning up into the kiss with a low noise in the back of his throat.]

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[Arthur keeps that up until Eames feels har in his hand, and then he slips his hand between Eames' legs again to press a finger to his entrance. Just rubbing circles to relax him right now.]

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[That gets a pleased noise out of him, a gentle hum as he moves his legs apart for Arthur.]

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[Arthur hums in response, keeping that up for a little while longer before he sadly has to pull his hand away and sit up to grab the lube. He's quick about it, pouring some out on his fingers before he leans over Eames again, resting his forehead on Eames' as he presses his middle finger into him.]

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[Eames sucks in a breath, exhaling slowly as he relaxes around Arthur's finger.]

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[Arthur rocks his finger into Eames, curling it to see what kind of sounds he can pull out of him. It's probably been within the past couple weeks since they did this, but it's still worth making sure Eames is relaxed enough.]

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[Eames' breath comes out in a slightly surprised laugh, as if it could ever be a surprise when Arthur does this, and he rolls his hips down against Arthur's hand. Craning his neck a little to try and coax Arthur into another kiss.]

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[Arthur obliges him, using it kind of like a distraction as he pulls his finger out and presses back in with two. He rocks his hand and pumps his fingers in and out of him, minding the stretch but going for something that could genuinely get Eames off if he kept it up long enough.]

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[Eames is trying not to be too animated, but he can't help himself when Arthur does this. Groaning and rolling his hips down on Arthur's hand like he's already chasing that orgasm.]

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[Arthur looks down between them, appreciating the sight of Eames rolling his hips and then nosing at his temple.]

You're so fucking beautiful like this.

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[Eames makes an encouraging noise, deciding Arthur knows exactly what he's doing and there's no point trying to restrain himself. He moans and his fingers dig in where he's holding Arthur, absolutely and officially a mess.]

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[Arthur hums and it definitely sounds smug. He keeps that up for another little while, drawing out a couple more moans from Eames before he finally relents and slowly pulls his fingers out.]

[He sits up again, no haste in his hands as he grabs the condom and tears open the packet to put it on. He figures he can be generous and allow Eames this time to cool off just a little.]