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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[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.]

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[A moment after Eames is settled on his side, Arthur crawls up the bed to lay in front of him. He puts his hand on the side of Eames' face and gets close to rest his forehead against Eames'.]

I love you so much.

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[He murmurs a soft response in kind, pulling himself close to Arthur with a soft sigh. He can feel it happening, the urge to withdraw and hide himself from Arthur, that desire to regroup and act like this is no big deal and nothing to think about. He swallows and exhales with a shaky breath, putting a hand on Arthur's chest lightly.]

Just, ah... Just give me a second.

[He just needs to not freak out or pull away, he can do that.]

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[Arthur hums something affirmative, slipping his hand around Eames' back to rub circles as he waits patiently.]

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[It's probably not even a minute, but it feels like forever that Eames spends arguing with himself; he can't convince himself not to feel guilty or ashamed, that's a much bigger project, but he can at least not pull away from Arthur. He can do that.]

[Eames takes a deep breath and lifts his head enough to lean in for a soft kiss.]

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[Arthur kisses him and fights the urge to say something reassuring. Judging by how it's gone in the past, staying here like this must be really difficult for Eames, and Arthur doesn't want to be patronizing or give him something to argue against. Instead, he just remains present, tightening his arm around him to get a little bit closer and closing his eyes. His heart rate still hasn't fully calmed down, might as well focus on that for a moment.]

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[Eames makes a pleased noise against Arthur's lips when he feels that arm around him and lifts a hand to cup his cheek, pressing his forehead to Arthur's again when he pulls back from the kiss. He takes a deep breath, quiet as he contemplates what to say or do, and decides to go with the simplest thing.]

Thank you.

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[Arthur's quiet for a moment, just holding Eames close and taking in his presence.]

Of course.

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[Eames makes a slightly displeased noise and shakes his head.]

No.

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[Arthur raises an eyebrow at him sleepily.]

No?

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[Eames isn't sure how to explain his problem, frowning as he tries to find the words to tell Arthur what bothers him. The way it makes it sound like this was no big deal, something easy and simple.]

That makes it sound like it was nothing.

[He just wants Arthur to acknowledge his own work okay.]

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[Arthur's not necessarily comfortable wading into this territoy this soon after the sex. His tone is gentle but a little wry when he speaks.]

Mm, you're right, I am pretty sweaty.

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[Okay, this is where they're at. It only takes Eames a moment to switch gears and then he's humming softly in thought and nosing at Arthur's jaw.]

We both are.

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[Arthur's not generally the type to put off debriefing, but for this... it's almost definitely better to, even if the urge is there.]

You wanna just take a nap?

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[On one hand, Eames is a little worried he won't be able to talk about this when the moment's passed, but sleep does sound really good. He sighs softly and nods, tucking himself against Arthur to get comfortable and try to get at least a little.]

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[After that performance, Arthur is quick to fall asleep, holding Eames close as he drifts off.]