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 utters a "holy shit" on the edge of his breath, and another moment later he follows with his own orgasm. He does his best to keep moving all the way through it, keeping the intensity high to keep Eames overwhelmed until he's spent.]

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[He's a mess, whimpering between moans and soft swears. Even when Arthur's done, Eames is going to need a good few minutes before he does anything except shudder and let out shaky moans.]

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[Well Arthur will at least let him relax while he recovers. He releases Eames' wrist and slowly pulls out, lowering Eames' thigh to the bed and taking the hand that was just pressing bruises into his shoulder. He kisses Eames' palm, sitting back on his feet and trying to catch his breath.]

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[Eames brushes his thumb lightly over Arthur's cheek fondly and lets his arm fall limply to the bed while he catches his breath.]

Can't say I saw that coming. [wait--] Or myself.

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[Arthur snorts and shakes his head. He probably deserves to lay down after all that, so he crawls over Eames' and throws himself down on his back beside him. What an effort.]

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[Eames lazily pats Arthur's chest when he lays down. That's all he has energy for.]

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[Arhtur turns to smile at him.]

So... good?

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[He laughs a little.]

Mmhm.

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[He takes a couple deep breaths.]

Do you think it'd be enough?

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As long as you don't hesitate.

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[Arthur looks at Eames for a moment, just considering him, and then he turns on his side and puts his hand on Eames' cheek to try and coax him in for a kiss.]

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[Eames hums softly and turns on his side, practically melting right into that kiss.]

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[God Arthur loves this man so much. He snakes his hand down to Eames' waist and holds him close.]

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[He sighs into the kiss, pulling himself closer until he's flush against Arthur and murmurs softly against his lips.]

I love you.

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I love you too.

[Mm, sticky cuddling.]

I think you bruised my shoulder.

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[He laughs and shrugs a shoulder.]

It's what you get for fucking me like that.

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[Arthur laughs as well.]

Guess I'll just have to live with it then.

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[He grins and noses at Arthur's face a little.]

I'm just preparing you.

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[Arthur gives Eames a kiss.]

Consider me somewhat prepared.

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[Eames hums and makes a gently apologetic sound.]

Sorry.

[He's only a little sorry.]

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[Arthur hums back at him happily, rubbing his back.]

Don't worry about it.

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[Eames makes an amused noise and trails his fingers up and down Arthur's side. Quietly soaking up his presence as he relaxes.]

I need to sleep.

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[Arthur takes a deep breath and gives Eames' face a kiss.]

Okay.

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[Eames smiles at the kiss and gives Arthur a little squeeze as he settles in to sleep. He'll be out fast, somebody wore him the fuck out.]

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[Arthur also put in a pretty good effort, so he'll pass out pretty quickly.]