i see your star

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[Eames and his mother aren't so similar at first glance. Some people might accuse him of being posh, (simply for sounding vaguely middle class, he'd wager,) but he's not gentle or delicate unless he needs to be. Something about him that's casual, that hints he's not afraid of getting in the muck and dirt. His mother, on the other hand, is refined. Poised and elegant in the way she holds herself. Really it's no wonder she's a muse when she looks like a painting come to life: Vibrant red hair that cascades in large curls even from the hasty ponytail it's pulled into, bright green eyes that glitter with knowledge and mischief. Accent just pronounced enough that the Irish lilt enhances the melodic timbre of her voice. Where Eames passes easily for human, she is ever so slightly inhuman. Not enough that it raises alarms, but enough that those in the know might see her for what she is.]

[One way they're extremely alike, however, is the way they argue. The family resemblance is uncanny in the rhythm of it, the sarcasm interspersed with sharply pointed comments. The way she raises her eyebrows and mockingly asks, "oh, should I read your mind next time?" Could easily be mistaken for having come from Eames himself if he weren't standing across from her, rolling his eyes.]

[So if someone fancied letting themself into Eames' home for whatever reason, this is what they'll be greeted with. Eames and his mother standing in the living room, arguing about god knows what.]

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If it was to see me naked, I might be able to make that happen for you.

[Wink.]

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[Arthur brings his hand up to Eames' jaw.]

You always come through for me.

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[Eames lets his hands drift down to find Arthur's ass and get a good handful.]

I'm just doing what I can.

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[Arthur hums happily and goes in for another kiss.]

You wanna go up to bed?

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I was hoping you'd ask.

[first though he's gotta give that butt a squeeze.]

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[Oh Arthur loves that. He makes a happy noise and then slips off of Eames to head upstairs. He can't wait to be naked with this man.]

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[Eames follows Arthur up, absolutely taking the opportunity to stare at his ass as they go up the stairs while he works on his shirt so he can get rid of it as soon as they get to his room.]

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[Arthur gets up to Eames' bedroom and turns to put his hands on Eames' waist, stepping in nice and close.]

You're so gorgeous.

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[Eames laughs and drapes his arms over Arthur's shoulders, leaning in to nose at his face.]

I'm glad you noticed.

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[Arthur laughs softly and steps towards the bed, angling them so Eames is backing up toward it.]

I always notice.

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[Eames grins and presses a kiss to Arthur's face, still nosing at him when his legs bump the edge of the bed. He doesn't at all hesitate to get on the bed, carefully getting down on his knees and letting his hands travel down the front of Arthur's body to his waistband, looking up at Arthur as he settles.]

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[Arthur raises an eyebrow as he starts undoing his shirt, curious to see if Eames is taking the lead here. He's happy either way, happy just to be with Eames and enjoy him like this.]

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[He just thinks a blowjob is a good way to apologise for that whole thing, and he works on opening Arthur's pants to get everything out so he can put it in his mouth.]

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[Oh okay. Arthur lets out a soft moan, tilting his head back and resting his hand on the back of Eames' head.]

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[Eames hums, resting one hand flat by the base of Arthur's cock, the other he slips around to squeeze Arthur's ass.]

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[It's not going to take long for Arthur to get hard in Eames' mouth, and he's quiet but not exactly tight-lipped about it. He feels so fucking good and he puts his free hand over the one Eames has on his ass.]

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[The feeling of Arthur getting hard in his mouth is one of those things Eames knows he'll never get sick of, and he makes a pleased noise as it starts to happen. He gives Arthur's ass a generous squeeze too, mostly for his own benefit.]

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[Arthur lets out a soft whine and warns Eames that he's going to come, fingers flexing in Eames' hair.]

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[Eames groans softly around Arthur, drops a hand to the front of his own pants to take the edge off a little with another groan and keeps his pace.]

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[Arthur comes with a low groan, hips swaying gently forward as he rides it out. It doesn't go on too long, but he really indulges in it and soon he's trying to catch his breath and looking down at Eames with a flush down his chest.]

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[Eames moans when Arthur starts to come, easily taking the movement of Arthur's hips and swallows him down, still sucking a little after Arthur seems done as if making sure he's getting every last bit.]

[When he pulls off, he looks up at Arthur, meeting his eyes with a pretty pleased expression.]

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Wow.

[He hooks his thumbs in his waistband, pushing his pants all the way down and stepping out of them.]

Pretty good opener.

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[Eames grins and shuffles back onto the bed, working on his own pants at the same time.]

Felt like the right way to get started.

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[Arthur hums and crawls onto the bed to lay down beside Eames, reaching out to touch his chest. What a good chest, what a handsome man.]

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[Once his pants are off and discarded, Eames turns on his side to face Arthur and get closer, tilting his head to lean in for a kiss.]