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there's bullet holes where my compassion used to be

[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 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.]

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

[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.]

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

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

You're such a prick.

[There's nothing but fondness in his voice, smiling up at Arthur as he catches his breath and cools off a bit.]

[Arthur grins as he finishes getting ready, leaning over him as he delivers a dry retort:]

Mm, you poor thing.

[And with that, he begins to press into Eames, one hand guiding his dick while he leans on his elbow above him. Jesus he's hard.]

[Eames' breath catches when he feels Arthur pressing into him, exhale coming out as a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan. It's always good, but there are times where the feeling of Arthur inside him feels perfect, like everything he's ever needed. Today seems like one of those times.]

[Arthur mirrors that sentiment, though it may just be that he's been turned on since he put his mouth on Eames downstairs. He groans as he nearly bottoms out, barely pausing before he starts rocking his hips into Eames. His hand moves to Eames' thigh and he seeks out Eames' lips for a kiss, looking for every connection he can make to the man below him. Fucking him and kissing him just hard and fast enough to be exciting but still relaxed and fun.]

[Eames is on a similar page, reaching down with one hand to grab Arthur's ass and the other resting between his shoulder blades. He curses against Arthur's lips and rocks his hips with him, moaning loudly and extremely enthusiastically.]

[Arthur fights the urge to kick it up a notch, reminding himself that even this amount of jostling could end badly for all of Eames' various injuries. He stays the course instead, rolling his hips to get just a little bit deeper and moaning against Eames' lips.]

[Eames isn't really thinking about his injuries. He's gonna feel it when the potion wears off, but right now he's busy rolling his hips with Arthur, moaning and murmuring encouragements against his lips.]

You're so fucking hot.

[Arthur's satisfied with this pace, satisfied with the sounds Eames is making underneath him. He knows he'll come like this and he just wants Eames to know how good it is.]

[Eames swears, head falling back against the pillows and back arching under Arthur.]

God, you feel incredible.

[He looks up at Arthur, pretty obviously close even without the way he groans and the occasional comment bubbles out of him, urging Arthur on with that desperate edge to his voice.]

[Arthur groans desperately, just trying to stay consistent as he holds onto his orgasm. He doesn't want to go harder so he just encourages Eames along.]

I wanna see you come.

[That's pretty much all it takes to push Eames over, tense and shuddering and moaning shortly before he comes hard, clinging to Arthur and swearing as he struggles to keep rolling his hips through his orgasm.]

[Arthur lets his own orgasm follow, almost surprised at how hard it hits him as he rocks deep into Eames. He moans and shudders and finally slows to a stop when it seems to have washed over him.]

[Eames lays still for what feels like a while, letting out shaky moans with the odd shudder. He lets his hands wander up and down Arthur's back in idle movements, content to just lay here and enjoy the moment.]

[Arthur grins and leans in to peck Eames' face with a couple clumsy kisses.]

That hurt?

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