ruffians | #vampireproblems

[Arthur does his best to get the pace higher, but he's more concerned with maintaining as much skin to skin contact as possible. Eames is so warm and strong and fucking gorgeous, and Arthur decides to tell him so in not so many words. He tells Eames how fucking hot he is and how good he feels in between soft groans as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the end.]

[Eames shudders and arches against Arthur, breath catching a little each time he hears Arthur's voice, and he drags his nails down Arthur's back to grab his ass. Every moan is practically a shout at this stage, fingers digging in wherever they are and he says Arthur's name like it's a plea for something more as he feels himself getting so close that every moment that isn't an orgasm almost hurts.]

[Arthur curses a few more times as he hitches his hips harder into Eames. He's holding on as much as he can but he knows he won't last much longer - it's more like they've been apart a year than just week.]

[He warns Eames that he's going to come breathlessly as he presses his lips to Eames' jaw.]

[Eames lifts his legs, bracing his thighs against Arthur's waist to make the angle more agreeable for this last stretch, and when he comes it's like an explosion goes off behind his eyes and he holds tightly to Arthur like that's the only thing keeping him tethered to the here and now. He groans in earnest, shuddering each time he feels Arthur thrust into him, savouring the feel of him while his body's this sensitive.]

[Arthur follows not long after, coming with a loud shout as he rides it out in Eames' arms. It feels so good to be inside him again, and when it's over he doesn't move, he just rests his forehead against Eames' and lets his body recover a little. He curses a few times and leaves affectionate kisses on Eames' face.]

[Eames closes his eyes and lets his legs fall back to the bed, grip on Arthur relaxing as he relaxes himself and trails his fingers up and down Arthur's back. He lets out a pleased sigh and shifts a little to get comfortable under Arthur, shuddering because Arthur's still in him and wow is he sensitive right now, but right now even that registers as a good thing.]

[He laughs breathlessly after a few moments spent just enjoying the afterglow and the feeling of fullness.]

Holy fuck.

Mmhmm.

[Arthur doesn't really have to catch his breath but his body needs a little bit to recover from what just happened. He thinks about pulling out, but this is so comfortable and he finally feels like he and Eames are somewhat back to normal. Logically, he knows they're not, but let him have this for a minute okay.]

[He lifts his head to look down at Eames, admiring him openly.]

You're so amazing.

You're not so bad either.

[Eames laughs softly, eyes still closed but he turns his head to preen a little regardless. He really needed this, just this feeling of connectedness that they've been missing all day. Not to mention it's a pretty decent way to wear himself out enough to finally get some sleep.]

[Arthur laughs softly too and bends down to give Eames a kiss, finally pulling out as he does it. He sits back up a little to tie off the condom and throw it out but then he settles right back into Eames' arms.]

[Eames sighs and curls up a little to Arthur, brushing his fingers up and down his back softly the second he's there. He noses gently at the top of Arthur's head and presses a kiss there too.]

[Arthur mumbles something about falling asleep there, more as a warning than as if he's asking permission, as he finds a comfortable place on Eames' shoulder to lay his head down.]

[There are no objections from Eames, especially seeing as he's drifting off himself, so he just presses another kiss to the top of Arthur's head and settles in for an actually restful few hours.]

[If left undisturbed Arthur will sleep through the day in Eames' bed, only waking up shortly after the sun sets with a growling stomach but absolutely no desire to leave the nice warm bed.]

[Unlike some people, Eames has things he needs to do during the day. You know, that stuff he has to do to pay his share of the bills that Arthur probably doesn't actually even remotely need him to pay. He gets back a bit earlier than usual with some quick groceries and stuff to make for dinner, and sets about unpacking some of his stuff in the meantime. Doing his best not to wake Arthur up as he does.]

[When Arthur finally drags himself out of bed in the evening, he throws on his underwear and wanders out to the kitchen to root through the fridge for a bloodbag. He probably looks a state, having not showered and operating on way more sleep than he usually gets.]

[Eames is taking a break from unpacking for coffee and some quick snack from the cupboard. He turns to look at Arthur when he comes into the kitchen, but catching sight of him with the bloodbag makes his throat dry out and something lurch in his stomach. He frowns, and turns back to the cupboard in an effort to pretend that didn't just happen, speaking with a teasing lilt to mask that sudden rush of discomfort.]

Morning, sunshine.

Mm. Evening.

[He pours the blood into one of the mugs he uses for that specific reason and throws it in the microwave to warm it up. It doesn't occur to him that this might make Eames uncomfortable. He plans on keeping the edge off completely so he's not even tempted to want Eames' blood, even if that means filling up on the crappy refrigerated stuff.]

[When he hears the mug go in the microwave, then Eames turns back and leans against the counter. It's easier to ignore when it's in a mug, pretend like it's just coffee or something.]

[He raises an eyebrow at Arthur, envying him a little for having had so much sleep.]

Sleep okay?

Great.

[The microwave beeps and Arthur pulls out the mug.]

I need a shower, but I actually feel rested for once.

Congratulations.

[He says like Arthur's done something more than just stay in bed all day, but neither of them are really accustomed to getting the amount of rest they need. Especially not recently.]

I picked up a couple of steaks, by the way. Thought we could have those for dinner tonight.

[Also he's super craving iron-rich foods lately, go figure.]

Uh, yeah. Sure.

[He takes a sip to hide his pause. If Eames is just gonna go make his blood smell extra good that's up to him it's whatever. It's his blood Arthur's not going to tell him what to do with it.]

[Eames frowns at that response, because "uh, yeah" is not a response anyone should ever have to a steak dinner, but then there's a look of realisation on his face.]

Or... we can have something else?

No, if that's what you want we can have that.

[He takes another sip of the warm blood.]

[Eames sighs and rubs his face. Here they are, back in the real world.]

[He was really excited about those steaks too.]

Arthur, if it's going to be a problem for you then we can eat literally anything else.

It's not.

[He gestures with the mug.]

That's why I'm drinking this, and I'll keep drinking it until I can't even smell you anymore.

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