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i see your star

[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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[Eames groans, letting his head fall back so he can take in all of Arthur, hands resting on his thighs. He never gets sick of this, watching the way Arthur sinks onto him, absolutely enamoured with the sight. What a gorgeous man.]

[Arthur leans forward, planting his hands on either side of Eames' head and moaning softly when he starts rolling his hips.]

[Eames' hands drift to Arthur's hips and he looks up at Arthur.]

God you're stunning.

Yeah?

[His voice is a little helpless as he rocks back onto Eames, trying to work up to a pace that works for both of them.]

Mmhm.

[He groans, still watching Arthur, absolutely enamoured.]

Fucking breathtaking.

[Arthur shivers and groans.]

You feel so fucking good.

[He pushes one of his hands up Arthur's front, back to his chest, circles a nipple with a thumb when his hand settles.]

So do you.

[He puts his other hand down on the bed so he can push himself up just enough to nose at Arthur's face.]

Incredible. Like I belong inside you.

[Arthur groans and arches his back, pressing a messy kiss or two to Eames' cheek. He started this totally focused on getting Eames off, but it's hard to ignore the heat coiling in his stomach.]

[Eames moans and turns his head to meet Arthur for one of those kisses, bringing his hand further up to Arthur's face. He's close himself but he's made the decision he's significantly more invested in Arthur's orgasm right now.]

Go on.

[He glances between them and back to Arthur's face.]

For me.

[Arthur shudders and groans, nosing at Eames' temple.]

I wanna feel you come inside me.

[He makes a noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a curse and nods. That's an easy request, he just needs a little bit more to get there.]

[Arthur rocks his hips just a touch harder, trying to get as much of Eames as he can. It doesn't help with the fact that he's riding the edge of an orgasm, but he has about another second or two in him.]

[That's perfect, and Eames says as much in a low voice, not long before he's groaning and finally coming. He shudders and rolls his hips up the bit he can in this position, cursing as he feels that first wave of his orgasm and turning his head to nose again at Arthur's face.]

[Arthur lets out a soft shout as he finally lets himself come, doing his best to keep rolling his hips as he shudders and moans helplessly.]

[It takes a little while for him to settle to a stop, head dropping as he tries to catch his breath.]

[Eames moans along with him, letting out little curses with Arthur's movements, and he lets himself fall back onto the bed when Arthur's done with a heavy exhale. That was good.]

[Arthur takes one deep breath and then slowly lifts his hips to pull off of Eames, setting himself down next to him on the bed and relaxing with a sigh.]

That's what I came over to do today.

[Eames laughs gently and turns on his side to face Arthur.]

I'm glad we managed to get around to it.

[Arthur grins at him and shuffles a little closer, reaching to rest his hand on Eames’ waist. He lets a happy silence fall, and then…]

Do you think your mom liked me?

[Well that's not a question he was expecting nor is he mentally prepared to delve into it. Eames sighs, giving Arthur a thoughtful frown as he replats earlier in his mind.]

More than not.

[She certainly wouldn't have been so ready to bully Eames if she didn't, he thinks, but he's not going to say that.]

She was a little preoccupied, but you'd know for certain if she disliked you, I can tell you that.

[Arthur's almost surprised at the thoughtful response, but pleasantly so.]

That's good.

[He gets a little closer and his voice gets a little softer.]

You could've told me you called her.

You could've told me you were coming over.

[His voice is soft and lightly teasing, but also like in terms of sharing information he would definitely argue Arthur was more obliged.]

I come over unannounced all the time.

[He says, like that's a defense. He's not so worried about arguing this point as he is nosing in for some affection.]

I just meant, if you were having a tough time...

[Eames hums softly and turns his head to give Arthur a quick kiss.]

I just haven't seen her in a long time.

[So wanting to see her after a traumatizing experience makes sense.]

Yeah.

[He thinks for a second, staring up at the ceiling and letting himself just sit in his heavy post-coital body.]

It's weird. It's like — absolutely nothing changed, but I feel different. Like I'm the one that's out of place now.

Mm. [He sighs softly and wraps his arm a little tighter around Arthur.] It's been... Difficult. To find my footing.

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