injured sex is a great idea right

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[Eames pulls off his belt and discards it on the floor once he's in the bedroom, casually pushing his trousers off and letting them fall as he walks to the bed. He did make some suggestions about fucking Arthur how he likes last night, Eames remembers that, but right now he's just incredibly casual as he sits on the edge of the bed. Leaning back on an arm as he waits for Arthur to come join him.]

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[Arthur reaches out to put his hand on Eames' arm, making a sound of protest before he really even realizes what he's doing. It takes him a second for it to sink in that that's what he wants before he knows he wants it, and the only way he communicates that is to glance down at Eames' dick and then back up at his face, licking his lips once more and taking a deep breath.]

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[Eames pauses with his hand resting on the edge of the bedside table, brow furrowed at Arthur for a moment before he realises exactly what it is he's trying to get across here. Then he gets it and, well, his expression doesn't change much. Not that he has any objections, but it's generally a good idea to double check with these things.]

You sure?

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Yeah.

[Arthur's voice is thick and he smirks up at Eames.]

Have to shower after this anyway.

[Arthur's decision making skills are severely compromised after he's had three fingers up his ass, what can he say, but it's not like this is going to go badly. He shifts his hips impatiently.]

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[Eames drops his head with a soft laugh, something that almost approaches fond as he lowers himself back over Arthur and kisses a trail up his neck. Bracing his weight on an arm as he slowly withdraws his fingers and lines himself up to press into Arthur with an almost impossibly loud moan.]

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[Arthur moans as well as Eames pushes into him, grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he does. It feels so damn good, like he needed this, and Eames is only getting started. Arthur can't bear not having his mouth on Eames right now so he noses at him impatiently hoping for another kiss.]

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[Eames lifts his head to kiss Arthur, moaning steadily as he rocks his hips in shallow thrusts for the moment. He's generally of the opinion that being inside Arthur feels amazing — something about the way he comes undone that's almost intoxicating — and this is something more than that.]

[He slips an arm down to hook under Arthur's knee, using it both to pull him in closer and to lift his leg to make the angle a little more agreeable.]

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[Arthur makes a sound when Eames pulls him closer and then moans when he starts fucking him again. He's more vocal than usual today, which isn't saying much, but something about the way Eames got him wound up and the fact that they're going without the typical protection right now has him falling apart even more than he usually does. He feels like he could melt right into the bed. In fact, it's like he's trying to stop himself from doing so with how tightly he's gripping Eames' hair and digging his fingers into his back.]

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[Eames swears against Arthur's lips, moaning loudly (even for him) as he snaps his hips harshly and uses the angle to bear down a little heavier on Arthur. He's so fucking attracted to Arthur right now, and he moves his head to kiss Arthur's temple and murmur in his ear about how fucking hot he is and how good he feels through breathy moans. Letting go of his leg after a moment or two to feel his way up Arthur's arms, searching out his forearms so he can take them and hold them down against the bed.]

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[Arthur clenches his fists and then flexes out his fingers when his arms are pinned down to the bed, and it's like he's getting fucked on a whole new level he didn't know existed. The heavy feeling of Eames holding him down is overwhelming, and his mouth falls open wordlessly and soundless as he turns his head like he's trying to press his face into the bed. Every time Eames thrusts into him it just edges him closer, until without warning his hips and legs start to twitch and he lets out a desperate moan and then a litany of "fuck"s and "fuck me"s as he comes, struggling to keep his hips where they are so Eames can keep going.]

[It just feels like it goes on forever, and Arthur makes plenty of noise to show just how long and intense it is. He does, at some point, manage to demand that Eames keep going as well.]

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[Eames does very nearly stop when Arthur comes, almost about to pull out when Arthur demands that he doesn't. He swears loudly and shifts his hips to keep fucking Arthur, feeling his orgasm around him and groaning in response. It's intense and Arthur is so fucking breathtaking, and Eames says as much, telling Arthur how beautiful he is with an urgent voice.]

[He keeps going, keeping up the rough thrusting of his hips and his grip on Arthur's arms tightens involuntarily when he feels himself getting closer. Eames swears and drops his head, pressing his forehead into the mattress next to Arthur's head.]

If you want me to pull out, Arthur-- [He breaks off into a moan, voice thick and heavy when he speaks.] You've got about ten seconds to say so.

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Don't-- [Arthur's tone is urgent, and he can't catch his breath while Eames is still fucking him. He's a bit sensitive but it hasn't crossed over into painful yet; right now it still feels satisfying and Arthur wants it to keep going as long as possible. He's still moaning, softer now, tugging gently at his arms like he's testing Eames' grip.]

Don't pull out.

[It's not even that he gets off on the idea of Eames coming inside him, he just knows that those last few thrusts are going to feel fucking good and he doesn't want to miss any of it just to save time and effort on cleanup.]

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[Eames turns his head, searching out Arthur's face to nose at him for a kiss as he feels his orgasm about to hit. He moans loudly, hips moving hard and erratic as he comes, grip on Arthur tight and almost certainly bruising at this point. It's so intense, and he practically sees stars behind his eyes with it, swearing and moaning hoarsely while he keeps fucking Arthur like it's the most important thing in the world right now.]

[He slows as it passes through him, shallow thrusts until it tapers into stillness and he's left catching his breath.]

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[Arthur obliges him with any kisses either of them can manage with what's going on, and he moans softly when Eames comes because he feels so good and so heavy and strong and Eames is making some of the most erotic sounds he's ever heard.]

[When Eames slows and comes to a stop, Arthur's left to finally catch his breath, flexing his fingers just to make sure he can still feel them. His gaze slowly moves from the ceiling to Eames and back again like he has something to say, but he's too blissed out to actually find the words. He definitely was not expecting that from a man who could barely hold up his own head last night.]

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[Eames... Is definitely going to have some regrets. He doesn't hurt now, not more than he did before anyway, but he knows he'll be paying for it in a few hours. There's the faint worry he's reopened a few wounds and he can't tell if he's light-headed because that was a bad idea or because it was a fucking outstanding orgasm.]

[God is he tired though.]

[For the moment though, he elects not to think about that. Carefully, he lets go of Arthur's arms and reaches down to pull out so he can roll onto the bed next to him with a sigh and a smile on his face as he catches his breath. He's gonna feel terrible later, but it was completely worth it.]

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[Arthur carefully stretches out his legs and keeps flexing his fingers, lifting up his hands to take a look at his forearms. They're only red right now, but he suspects with how hard Eames will holding on that might turn purple and blue within a day. He drops his head back and closes his eyes, electing not to think about that, focusing more on catching his breath again.]

Holy shit.

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[Eames laughs softly, eyes closed while he tries not to pick at a bandage on his neck to check it's all fine. He rakes a hand through his hair instead, breathless and happy. He really needed that.]

Yeah.

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[Arthur turns his head to look at Eames, taking a deep breath as he feels his whole body relaxing into the bed.]

You okay?

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Might have overdone it a bit.

[And he's trying really hard not to fall asleep, both of them would probably prefer it if he didn't pass out for another 12 hours in Arthur's bed.]

Worth it though.

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Mm.

[That roughly translates to "I concur" with how spent Arthur is right now. He may just lie here... for a while...]

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[Eames sighs softly, feeling so warm and relaxed and just generally good right now. With the absence of anything to focus on too, it's pretty hard to ignore how good sleep sounds right about now. He drifts off pretty fast, basically within seconds of deciding not to fight it.]

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[Arthur watches him idly, with a bit of an affectionate smile, and then he gets up out of bed. It's careful, obviously, because he doesn't want his legs to give out under him, but after some pausing and stretching he slips off the bed and heads toward the bathroom.]

[It is time for that shower.]