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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.]
[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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You're so fucking beautiful like this.
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[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.]
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[There's nothing but fondness in his voice, smiling up at Arthur as he catches his breath and cools off a bit.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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I wanna see you come.
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That hurt?
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[There's a hint of a laugh in his voice and a grin in his face as he tilts his head for more kisses though.]
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I'll have to make you another one.
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[For now he turns his head to return the affection and give Arthur a few lazy kisses.]
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