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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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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.]

Mm, I don't know.

[Arthur puts some lube on two of his fingers and slips his hand between Eames' legs, pressing them to Eames and massaging back and forth without pressing in.]

Are you sure you want to break that rule?

It was going to happen sooner or later.

[Eames's voice is tight, heavy, and he groans in frustration, pressing his hips down insistently toward Arthur's fingers.]

Either kiss me or blow me, but I need you to do something with your mouth.

[Arthur lets out a breathless laugh and shuffles down to kiss Eames' inner thigh, still teasing with his fingers. He kisses his way all the way down, feeling Eames' pulse beneath his lips and loving how soft and warm his skin is. Finally he gets to Eames' cock and he can't help but grin before he drags his tongue up from base to tip and then closes his mouth over it, pressing two fingers into him at the same time.]

[Eames pushes himself up on an elbow to watch all this, leaning forward to comb his fingers through Arthur's hair affectionately, obviously expecting something less intense than what he gets. The noise he makes at the two sensations is more a shout than a moan, and he can't help the way his hand fists and tugs sharply on Arthur's hair, the feeling overwhelming and knocks the breath out of him for a moment as he drops his head back and tries to catch himself.]

[Arthur grins as he slowly moves his head up and down, keeping it relatively shallow and slow as he pumps his fingers in and out at the same pace. His other hand restlessly flattens out on Eames' stomach and reaches up toward his chest, like he's trying to appreciate all of him on top of all the work he's already doing.]

[Eames swears and rolls his hips down onto Arthur's hand, one hand pulling at the sheets while the other stays resting on the back of Arthur's head. He breathes out some comment about how good Arthur's mouth feels as he lifts his head again to look at him, watching with his own mouth open.]

[Arthur moans around Eames, taking his free hand back to give himself a bit of a hand briefly before he pulls everything back to put the condom on. He needs to be inside Eames ASAP. He's been thinking about it for literal hours - what he said in the kitchen was not just talk.]

[Once it's on and he's all ready to go, Arthur shuffles up to get lined up, and then without any more haste he presses himself in. He lets out another breathless laugh on the edge of a moan and then he hooks his arms behind Eames' knees to get a good angle, leaning down to kiss him as he starts thrusting his hips quick and shallow.]

[Eames laughs softly, both affectionate and a little smug about how badly Arthur wants to be in him and how it's almost like he can't get there fast enough, and lets himself fall back against the bed so he has both hands free to cup Arthur's face and kiss him deeply. Making as many encouraging noises as he can against Arthur's lips so he knows just how much Eames is enjoying this.]

[Arthur groans and hitches his hips a little harder, getting into a nice rhythm that serves to get them both moving towards the finish.]

[Eames moans Arthur's name like it's the most important thing he'll ever say, falling out of the kiss as he presses his head back against the mattress and arches against Arthur with a noise that's pure desperation because he's so, so close. He wants to ask Arthur to bite him but he can't, and the way he moans is almost frustrated by how close he is and how he just needs something a little more, slipping a hand down between the two of them to start jerking himself off in time with Arthur's thrusts.]

[Arthur's vocal, far more than usual, moaning Eames name and curses and wordless sounds of pleasure. He feels so good and Arthur's found that perfect pace and angle that gives him just the right amount of friction. All he can think about is how exceptional Eames is in that moment, how he feels and how he looks and how he sounds - it doesn't take him to get close to finishing and he lets Eames know. Loudly.]

[After getting a hand on himself, it wasn't going to take Eames long anyway, and when Arthur says he's close Eames feels something tighten in him like a split second warning before he comes. It feels like it goes on for ages and Eames is a mess under Arthur, shuddering and moaning a lot of colourful encouragement for Arthur to keep going and to finish like he's not sure which one he wants more.]

[Arthur follows quickly behind, moaning Eames' name as he keeps thrusting all the way through it. He swears as he slows down and eventually stops, and as he pants trying to catch his breath he rests his forehead against Eames'.]

Fuck.

[Eames lets out a contented sigh and lifts his (clean) hand to comb through Arthur's hair.]

Mm.

[Arthur's still catching his breath but he cranes his neck for a few brief kisses anyway.]

You're so hot, I don't know how you do it.

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