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[Eames takes a deep breath, just allowing another moment of this before he pulls away from Arthur and takes a step back.]

Come on.

[He turns to make his way to the bedroom, absolutely moving quickly to get there ASAP, working at his shirt so he can just toss it away as soon as they're in there.]

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[Eames keeps rocking down against Arthur, at least long enough for the lube to land on the bed, and he reaches for it with a free hand. It's always a fumble to get some on his fingers like this, but he doesn't want to pull away from Arthur long enough to look at what he's doing or use both hands.]

[Arthur's knees fall to the sides, making room for Eames. He's far too invested in kissing Eames and keeping him close to facilitate the lube situation any better.]

[At least they're practiced at this. Eames moves so there's enough space to slip his hand between them, nosing at Arthur's face again as he takes his time pressing his middle two fingers into him.]

[Arthur turns his head to press his cheek to the pillow, breath catching in his throat. His fingers clench in Eames' hair and he moans desperately for more.]

[Eames smiles against Arthur's cheek, curling his fingers as he rocks his hand. It's not like Arthur really even needs the prep, but how could he possibly resist this? He presses kisses to Arthur's face, murmuring about how beautiful he is; how he can't wait to be inside him.]

[Arthur curses and tilts his hips down onto Eames' hand. He manages to tell Eames that he needs him, his voice thick and nearly growling.]

[He curses softly — he's already extremely hard and that really doesn't help any — and nods, barely a moment between him pulling his fingers out of Arthur, and when he starts pressing into him. Groaning low in his chest as he bottoms out and starts rocking his hips straight away.]

[Arthur's a fuckin mess. He hitches his knees high on Eames' waist, but his toes are already curling as Eames starts rocking into him and he has no idea how long he'll hold on for. Apparently the arena was enough foreplay to have him on the edge already and he's not shy about moaning into Eames' ear, telling him how good he feels and how hot this is.]

[Eames works up to something hard and fast, trying to feed that urgency they've been carrying since the arena. The fact that Arthur is already this close would be funny if it wasn't so ridiculously hot, and Eames tells him as much between moans. It's just very important for Arthur to know exactly how attractive he is when he's killing monsters and when he's clearly getting off on all that. It's extremely attractive.]

Fuck, I think I'm gonna come.

[If he doesn't sound sure it's only because he's so overwhelmed right now, and it's hard to really put a confident sentence together when things are this goddamn hot.]

Go on.

[Eames hitches his hips that bit harder like he wants to fuck that orgasm out of him immediately, practically groaning right in Arthur's ear as he does.]

[Arthur gasps and moans desperately, the hand in Eames' hair clutching hard as he tilts his hips and starts to come. It hits him hard and he shivers under Eames, holding on for dear life.]

[That pushes him right on over and Eames comes right on Arthur's heels. He does his best to keep that hard and fast pace right the way through for both of them, cursing and moaning until they're both spent and he's panting softly, hips rocking until he slows and stops moving.]

[Arthur shudders through the last few waves of his orgasm, moaning desperately and nosing up at Eames for affection.]

[He takes a deep breath first and then turns his head to press kisses to Arthur's face.]

Fuck, that was good.

[He's breathless but he wants Eames to know how great he feels.]

Mmhm.

[Words are too much work after all that, he's just gonna keep kissing and nosing at Arthur's face.]

[Arthur brushes Eames' hair back, idly affectionate while he melts into the bed. It's the most relaxed he's felt all month, and he's happy to just savour this for a little while before he drifts off to sleep.]

[It's getting harder to fight off that sleep thing though.]

[Eames hums and moves so he can actually lay down, basically falling onto the bed next to Arthur and immediately putting an arm around him to pull him in close.]

[Arthur lets himself be pulled, grinning wide as he cosies up and presses a kiss to Eames' cheek.]

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