i think i'm losing my grip

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[Eames is not unaware of the pattern that's started emerging over these last months. The way the tension and the anger in him starts to build like a pressure cooker left unattended until he's ready to fight with anyone at the drop of a hat. It's almost easy to forget he's not like this after a couple of weeks pass, he's never been an angry person. Never been particularly combative outside specific situations. As the time ticks over, it's about all he can do not to start a fistfight with anyone who looks at him.]

[But then they do a job, and Eames gets an outlet for that violence coiled up inside him, and when they get back he's calm again. Serene. Back to himself. It's not something Eames is oblivious to, he just feels like at this point it's a state of being he has to accept. Every conversation he and Arthur have had gets filed away in his mind as something else to be ashamed of, something else that's off-limits, so this is just what it is now until Arthur gets sick of putting up with him and they part ways.]

[At least they're at the good part of things right now, a few days out from a successful job. Eames, at least, is pretty relaxed. Idly going over a few law enforcement transcripts while he eats to check if there's anything out here they should be aware of.]

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[Eames swallows and his fingers curl in the fabric of Arthur's shirt, tugging a little but he's trying not to be aggressive, even if he wants to be. He makes a noise close to a growl in the back of his throat, but that's it.]

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[Arthur hears it and presses forward a little more aggressively, putting his hands on Eames' hips and walking him closer to the bed.]

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[Eames puts his other hand on Arthur's hip as he moves back, gripping him hard and nips at his bottom lip, mostly still testing the waters to see where Arthur's at because Eames is clearly already there.]

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[Arthur tries to meet his intensity, but the whole thing's interrupted by the fact that they're at the bed and should probably get horizontal. He lifts his hand to Eames' chest and gives him a bit of a shove, going to pull his own shirt off once Eames is on the bed.]

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[Eames falls back onto the bed and stares up at Arthur, pulling his shirt off and throwing it aside hastily as he waits for him.]

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[Arthur throws his shirt aside and is pretty much immediately on Eames again, getting on top of him to start making out, grinding his hips down to help with this whole boner situation. He's not bothering to be slow about this, only taking the time so he can get hard.]

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[Eames lifts a leg to hitch his thigh at Arthur's hip and grind right back up against him with a low groan, fingers digging in as soon as he puts his hands up on Arthur's back. He's almost as much teeth as anything else as he kisses Arthur rough and messy.]

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[Arthur grunts as he tries to match Eames' intensity, rocking his hips with a purpose as he brings his hand up to Eames' jaw. With a firm grip, he turns Eames' head away, just enough to give him a stretch of skin on his neck to kiss and bite at. He makes a trail of teeth marks and quick hickeys down towards his collarbone, listening to see if this is working for Eames.]

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[He pushes back against Arthur's hand, but it's entirely for show, not nearly enough force to make it even a little difficult for Arthur. He swallows and groans, eyes fluttering shut as he arches under Arthur. It's not enough, but it's good, already has Eames extremely responsive.]

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[Arthur does that a little while, taking note of the spots that earn him a particularly good response and focusing his efforts there. After a little while he pulls away, sits up and moves his hands to Eames' waistband to tug at it. His voice is thick and his eyes dark as he looks down at him.]

You want it like this or on your knees?

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[Eames breathes an amused noise at the question and looks up at Arthur. He has to take a moment to quiet down the million things that rush through his mind to try and put words to what it is he needs from Arthur right now, jaw clenched for a second but his expression settles into something softer as he pushes himself up on an elbow.]

You're not supposed to ask, remember?

[Did they ever discuss it? It's been a long fucking time at this point, but regardless he puts a hand on Arthur's neck, forcing himself to be thoughtful in his tone and his words so Arthur knows he's not just saying all this in the heat of the moment.]

I know it's putting a lot on you, but you know I'm pretty fucking vocal if I'm not okay with something. Don't worry about me.

[besides he's pretty sure they'd hit Arthur's hard lines before his if pushed, but Eames won't say that.]

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[Arthur's already flushed but his cheeks get a little hotter as Eames speaks. He barely ever feels anxious about being able to meet Eames' needs, and the idea that he might not be able to get rough enough — after all his pushing Eames to let him help — is somehow deeply embarrassing. He frowns softly and scans Eames' face as he tries to process all of it quickly enough that he doesn't go soft.]

[He finally sighs and looks away, just to relieve some of that shame creeping into his brain.]

Turn over then.

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[His instinct is to push back, to have Arthur make him turn over, but he can see on Arthur's face that he's not completely confident. It has Eames recalculating a little, that maybe this won't completely do the trick, but it's a lot to ask of Arthur. He knows that, he's always known that, and part of him thinks Arthur doesn't understand exactly what it is he's looking for out of this, but maybe this'll at least take the edge off if he can work with him here.]

[Eames nods and turns over quickly, lifting his hips to try and find Arthur's and get some more of that good contact going.]

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[Arthur indulges that for a moment, if for no other reason than to make sure he's still hard. Once that's established he pulls back and tugs on Eames' waistband again, shuffling down the bed to roughly pull off his pants. It's going to take some ongoing internal dialogue to stop himself from being as nice as he wants to be, but he thinks he can manage the bare minimum.]

[With Eames' pants tossed aside, he quickly locates the lube and drops his own pants as well. If nothing else, Eames is incredibly hot laying there on his stomach, and Arthur decides not to waste his time with anymore foreplay. He gets between Eames' legs and puts his hands on Eames' hips to roughly pull him up on his knees before he uncaps the lube and pours some in his hand to get himself ready.]

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[Eames grunts as his pants are pulled off, barely managing to adjust before he's pulled up on his knees, and he glances back at Arthur for a second before he rests his forehead down on his arm and arches his back.]

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[Arthur's only slow about this for his own sake. Twenty minutes ago sex wasn't even really on his mind and now they're here and he's pressing into Eames with the express goal of giving it as rough as he can. It's just a lot.]

[His fingers curl around Eames' hipbones as he sinks into him, and he lets out a satisfied hum when he's flush to Eames' ass. He starts moving at an automatic pace, nothing hard yet, just to get himself warmed up.]

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[Eames groans as Arthur enters him, pressing back against him and adjusting around Arthur's cock with a low noise. He thinks he wants it just tight enough there's a little sting at the edge of his senses and he's sure that has to feel good for Arthur.]

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[Arthur starts to pick up his pace as his groans get louder, indulging in how tight Eames has made himself. He readjusts his grip to slam into him harder, really just trying to lose himself in what he wants instead of thinking about how it feels for Eames other than imagining Eames asking for it harder.]

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[Eames swears harshly, groaning and rocking back against Arthur as much as he can. He lifts his head on a particularly hard pass with a low "yes" and a demand for Arthur to fuck him harder.]

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[Arthur's going almost as hard as he can, but at Eames' demand he kicks it up that last notch with some loud grunts. If Eames were human, his fingers might leave bruises where they're digging into his hips as he fucks him hard.]

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[Eames shouts and presses his head down with a whimper, free hand gripping at the sheets. He could probably come pretty quick like this, wriggling just a little in Arthur's grip and relishing the bite of Arthur's fingers on his hip and gasps out comments to tell Arthur it's good.]

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[Arthur groans and grunts with the effort, his stomach tightening as he feels the hint of an orgasm coming along. He feels like this might not be quite enough, but they're already so far along and he's still not confident in how far he can go.]

[After a moment's hesitation he leans forward to put a hand on the back of Eames' head. He's not even close to putting his full weight on it, just enough pressure to be present as he tries to fuck Eames' orgasm out of him.]

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[That surprises Eames enough that his reaction is pretty intense, he gasps and moans Arthur's name, pulling at the sheets as he starts to come. Making a lot of noise as he shudders and and rocks back against Arthur desperately.]

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[Arthur's not far behind him, but he keeps his hips moving at this pace for as long as he can hold on. He moans loudly when he starts to come and his fingers flex in Eames' hair, but he keeps all the aggression confined to how hard he fucks Eames through both of their orgasms. It's only when he feels fully spent that he finally slows down and pulls out, sitting back on his heels while he catches his breath.]

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[Eames whimpers and slowly lays down when Arthur pulls out, curling up on his side and waiting for Arthur. He can feel the shame setting in already and he would like a hug.]