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[Arthur leans in to kiss him briefly, just to reassure him, before he takes Eames' arm gently in his hands. He can feel with his thumb where the pulse is the strongest, right inside of his forearm halfway up to his elbow, where the scars are. God it smells good, and he knows it's going to feel good once he bites down, but part of him is terrified. Not necessarily that he'll lose control but that Eames will immediately decide he's not comfortable with it and pull back.]

[He looks up at him.]

Last chance.

[Instinctively, Eames starts to reach out touch him, but he stops himself and balls his hand into a fist, putting it on the couch next to himself and huffing a small laugh-- mostly to ease himself in.]

Get on with it.

[Arthur nods and lifts Eames' arm up. He brushes his lips softly against Eames' inner arm, part probing for the best spot, and part an extra layer of intimacy for Eames' sake. He's bitten his arm far less often than his neck, but he still knows how to make it somewhat caring and gentle.]

[He doesn't waste a whole lot of time doing that, however, mostly making sure Eames isn't going to flinch away. He tightens his grip just enough that Eames can still pull it away, and then he bares his teeth and sinks them into Eames' flesh.]

[Fuck, he forgot how good this feels.]

[The blood doesn't flow too fast - he didn't pick somewhere that would drain out quickly - but it's enough that he gets a mouthful of it relatively quick. He lets out a soft, happy hum as he starts to taste it.]

[Eames hisses sharply when he feels Arthur's teeth breach his skin; it's been long enough he's forgotten exactly how it feels to get bitten. How sharp and acute the pain is and the stinging of the blood flowing out of him. He takes a deep breath to steady himself and-- he never given much thought to why it feels good. Maybe it's endorphins or something, fuck knows, but once that moment's passed? He doesn't mind it so much.]

[It's not that it stops hurting, but something else takes over and pushes it to the back of his mind. Despite himself, Eames lets out a soft groan and he relaxes against the back of the couch a little. Watching Arthur, frustrated by how much he wants to reach out and touch him- brush his fingers through Arthur's hair.]

[This glove is stupid.]

[Arthur sucks gently at the bite until the bloodflow starts to slow, and then he pulls away and lowers Eames' arm. He already feels sharper, more awake than before, even with the relatively small amount that he drank. It's like a caffeine kick but quicker and more natural even though no part of this is really natural at all.]

[Eames is the priority though, and Arthur murmurs that he'll be back as he gently puts down his arm and gets up to go to the kitchen. He washes off his face in the sink and rinses out his mouth quickly but thoroughly, and then he comes back to Eames with a damp facecloth to put over the open wound.]

[Eames peels off the glove like it can't come off fast enough when Arthur leaves the room, and he reclines fully against the arm of the couch. The second he's back, Eames pulls at Arthur to try and get Arthur sitting close to him. It's not like there needs to be any distance between them for Arthur to look at his arm.]

[Arthur takes a moment gently wiping off the blood, and then he presses it down gently to make sure the blood stops flowing completely. He's far more gentle and careful than he's been in a long time - maybe years - but he's just so thankful for all of Eames' being he's feeling so much affection for him right now.]

[He looks up and gives him a soft smile.]

You okay?

[Eames smiles back.] Yeah, just-- Just come here.

[Like into his arms so he feels a little less exposed and vulnerable and worried like somehow this is going to make Arthur leave or he's about to die or--]

[Christ, is this what it's like to be Arthur? Because it's horrid.]

[Arthur puts the cloth aside and leans into Eames' arms, laying his head down on his chest with a content sigh. He considers telling Eames how good he tastes, but has no idea how that would go over, so he keeps his mouth shut.]

[Eames slips his arms around Arthur and lifts a hand to comb his fingers through Arthur's hair. A lot of questions on his mind, but he doesn't know if he actually wants those answers.]

[He waits a little to speak, a couple of moments to even out his feelings (and his breathing a little.)]

How was it for you?

[Arthur lifts his head to look up at him with raised eyebrows as he considers the question.]

It was good. You always taste good.

[Good. That's good. Eames smiles and lets out a relieved breath, pulling his expression into a smirk as he brings his hand round to cup Arthur's face and brush his thumb over his cheek.]

I didn't even eat anything special.

You don't have to.

[He grins and shuffles up to give Eames a kiss, just a light one for now in case there's still any leftover blood taste in his mouth.]

All this flattery.

[Eames laughs, as if he's ever put upon by compliments, and puts his arm back around Arthur.]

I love you. [He says it with a Serious Expression, one that quickly gets swapped out for a raised eyebrow and a smirk.] Objectively too much, but you're just going to have to put up with it.

[Arthur keeps on grinning.]

I'll learn to endure it.

[And he goes in for another kiss. There's a moment of silence where he just enjoys the feeling of Eames below him.]

How are you feeling?

Good.

[It's not the same kind of feeling he's used to, something kind of uplifting and airy, but it's been a while and he knows Arthur didn't drink as much as he usually would, so Eames chalks it up to that. But he still feels good; relaxed now there's been no disasters or anything of the sort.]

... You didn't take much.

I wanted to take it easy this time.

[No mincing words about that. He's not too shy to say he's tentative. He has good reason to be.]

[Sensible. Eames nods, they've got to take it in steps. Evem if he's confident it'd be fine, he has to remind himself that he was confident Arthur could control himself when half-dead and presented with fresh blood, and well...]

[Best not think about that.]

We're going to have to think of something other than the glove though. I can't wear that during sex.

[Arthur makes a soft sound in agreement because it really is awful. He mostly got it for Eames in case they're ever in a similar situation - Eames offering his blood or any blood for Arthur's benefit when he needs it. He hadn't gotten as far as sex yet.]

Well, chains are still an option. I think that's getting a bit ahead of ourselves, though.

[The sex is Eames' endgame. It may take a while, it could take months, (hopefully not that many though; he's gonna start getting desperate and Eames doesn't feel like it's a good look on him,) but if anything this has made him confident that they can get back there.]

I know it's a ways of, but we'll have to think about it eventually. [He pauses, and then he's almost a little worried when he adds:] Unless you don't want to...?

No, I want to.

[Arthur's tone is reassuring but there's definitely a hint of his own desire in there too.]

I just think we have a long way to go from this to that.

I'm not saying we have to talk about it now, but I... [SIGH.] It's really difficult not being able to touch you.

[Arthur frowns in confusion, lifting his head up to look down at Eames.]

You mean while I'm drinking from you?

Yeah.

[He rubs his face and shifts a little to try and lay down on the couch. Suddenly he's decided he doesn't want to be sitting up anymore.]

It's not something I'd even considered, but just then I had to keep reminding myself about the glove.

[He's always known in the back of his head that it's been kind of an intimate act when it's with Eames. He likes it that way, but when the question of getting Eames something easy to defend himself with came up, he wasn't thinking of preserving the intimacy of the whole thing.]

We'll come up with something.

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