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[This is one of those moments in life where knowing something isn't the same as being at all prepared to face it. Eames has known all about the types of people Arthur works with for some time now; killers with an incredible strength and hunger just below the surface-- some much older than Arthur and stronger for it.]

[He doesn't know if that was the case this time, or what even caused the fight, but he knows that Arthur's in a bad dtate and getting hom home was a struggle. He eventually manages to get Arthur to the bed, laying him down as if he really knows what to do here.]

Arthur-- Arthur, look at me.

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[He could be wrong, but Eames doesn't think he is. The energy in Arthur is almost electric and the only thing different about tonight is the blood in Arthur's system.]

Think about... When the last time you felt this good was. [He lifts his head to look at Arthur's face.] And what it has in common with tonight.

[Arthur lets out an incredulous sound, shaking his head again.]

I don't know what you're saying. I mean, I know what you're saying but...

[He runs his hands up Eames' thighs and back to his hips restlessly.]

Yeah the blood makes me feel good, but I'm also just happy to be here, with you.

[Eames laughs]

It makes you feel good? [He looks down at Arthur's hands on him and back to his face.] You have so much energy right now, you're practically about to vibrate out of your own skin.

[Arthur lets out a sigh through his nose, thumbs rubbing circles on Eames' hips. He can't very well deny that. Still, when he speaks it sounds more like an admission.]

It makes me feel really good. It's kind of what I run on, that shouldn't be a surprise.

I'm not complaining. Or surprised.

[He lifts a hand to cup the side of Arthur's face, nothing but fondness and adoration in his own expression. Like he said, he missed seeing Arthur like this.]

It's sort of adorable, if I'm completely honest.

[Arthur scoffs like he's embarrassed, but he only looks away for a moment before he's smiling back up at Eames.]

Have I mentioned how handsome I find you lately?

Not recently, no.

[Arthur moves his hands from Eames hips to his lower back and then to his ass, just appreciating the whole situation.]

Well, I do. You are the most handsome man I've ever met. You're the hottest too, if there's a distinction between the two.

[Eames feels great about all of this; the compliments, Arthur's hands on his ass. His expression doesn't change, but Arthur knows how he feels about being told how great he is in any respect. The man soaks up compliments like a sponge.]

There is. [he winks] I'm glad to hear I fit both criteria.

[Arthur's willing to give out those compliments liberally if he's in the right mood. Like right now. He grins up at him and gives his ass a squeeze.]

Every part of your body is perfect in every aspect. I love having my hands on you.

[That gets an approving noise out of him, something that settles low in his chest, and he brings his other hand up to the side of Arthur's neck.]

It's a good thing your hands feel so good then.

[Arthur hums in response, bringing one hand between Eames' legs to press his palm to him through his pants.]

I've been wanting to fuck you all evening.

[That feels like it sends a jolt up Eames' spine; he shivers and shifts his hips forward- closer to Arthur's. Not moving, not yet, but still closer.]

Mm, well. No need to wait anymore, is there?

Mm.

[Arthur considers it for a moment before he relocates his wandering hand back to Eames' ass to give it another two-handed squeeze. He leans forward and suddenly he's standing up, holding Eames up against him and locking eyes with him to show he means business. He is taking this whole situation to the bedroom right this minute.]

Oh--

[Eames looks a little surprised when Arthur picks him up, and he looks down at the floor as though he doesn't entirely believe this is happening right now. He wraps his legs around Arthur, more so he feels a little secure than anything else, and meets Arthur's eyes with a raised eyebrow.]

You know, I wouldn't have thought this would be a turn-on before now.

I never saw any reason to do it before now.

[Arthur shifts his grip to hold Eames up with one hand, putting his other on Eames' jaw to pull him down for a kiss while he starts walking slowly towards the bedroom.]

[He practically melts right into the kiss, humming softly and lifting his hands to either side of Arthur's face. When he speaks, it's with a bit of a breathless laugh as he murmurs against Arthur's lips.]

You better not drop me.

I won't.

[And he doesn't, carrying Eames all the way into his bedroom with no issue. When he gets there he tries as gently as he can to lower Eames onto the bed, but it's kind of almost falling by the time he's there, like he's so unwilling to abandon his spot between Eames' legs that he'd risk a slightly rough landing.]

[Good luck with Eames holding onto him the way he is anyway, legs wrapped around him and an arm hooked around his neck too. It's not like he can't handle a rough fall onto the bed, and beyond a quiet 'oof' and another laugh, Eames doesn't really seem to care. Mostly he's interested in kissing Arthur again, looking for his face even if they're not quite on the bed comfortably yet.]

[Arthur grins into the kiss, having fun if nothing else. But it's definitely not nothing else. He reaches down to undo his belt and gets his pants pushed off his hips, using any grip his feet still have on the floor to grind down on Eames' hips. He even lets out a moan in anticipation while he does this, digging his fingers into Eames' thigh hard.]

[Eames will help, groaning in response and lifting his hips to press right up against Arthur's. Half hard and impossibly attracted to the man on top of him, he starts working open the buttons on Arthur's shirt-- he can wait to have Arthur in him, but it's really important that he be able to put his hands all over Arthur's skin immediately.]

[Arthur huffs out a laugh just because he's enjoying himself so much, pulling his shirt off hastily as soon as Eames has the buttons undone.]

God, you're hot.

[He kisses him with renewed fervor once his shirt is gone and he can feel himself really starting to get hard. It won't take long settled between Eames' legs like this.]

So are you.

[He's grinning against Arthur's lips, and he slips his hands round to Arthur's back as soon as the shirt's gone, dragging his hands up to press his palms flat against Arthur's shoulderblades. It's one of Eames' favourite parts, whenever Arthur's on top of him like this or when he's on all fours, feeling the way the muscles shift and move under Arthur's skin every time he moves even a fraction.]

[Honestly he's a little offended by how attractive Arthur is. It's almost too much to take.]

[Arthur moans eagerly again when Eames' hands are on him, and he rocks down onto him for another little while until he can't take it anymore. The underwear has to go.]

[He pulls back suddenly, standing back up as he hooks his fingers in Eames' waistband and pulls. He has no intention of ripping them or anything but he's not entirely gentle with Eames as he gets them removed. When everything's out in the open he moans again.]

I wish you'd let me suck you off.

[It's just words because he wouldn't want to spend too long doing that right now anyway. He has to find the supplies from the bedside table first so that when he's back on top of Eames and they're properly on the bed they can get right to it.]

[Fuck. Eames moans and swears in response, twitching and arching under Arthur and practically fucking leaking and in that moment it's almost impossible to remember why it hasn't happened before. He looks up at Arthur, eyes dark and heart pounding, and reaches for him just to be able to touch him. He wants to have some sarcastic comment, or at least a wry tone when he speaks, but mostly he's just breathless and almost needy.]

God-- just do it.

[He practically has to fight himself not to tell Arthur to do whatever he wants to him, just out of a need to preserve some shred of dignity.]

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