does this musebox get used for anything but this

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[Is it really so wrong for a man to want to hear how another man wants to be fucked?]

[Either way, Eames lets out a pleased noise and tilts his head to kiss down the side of Arthur's neck.]

Maybe we should relocate in that case.

[He says, not moving his hands from Arthur's person or face from his neck at all.]

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[Arthur lets out a soft moan that might be some form of agreement, though he's not moving either.]

There are more comfortable places than my kitchen floor.

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[There's a couple of noises from Eames. At first pleased, because Arthur pressed up against him like this is always good, and then annoyed because they really should move and Arthur's never struck him as the kind of guy who'd be amenable to getting picked up and carried to bed.]

[He sighs through his noise and drags a hand up to Arthur's chest, pushing him away enough that he can push off the counter and turn to leave the room.]

Come on then. [He starts off toward the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes.] Let's get you in your birthday suit.

[He's so hilarious.]

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[Arthur snorts in response to that and lazily starts undoing his shirt as he follows Eames to the bedroom, crawling onto his bed when he gets there and sighing happily. Bed is good. The fact that Eames is going to be on top of him soon makes it even better.]

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[Eames follows him down onto the bed, straddling a thigh and immediately dipping his head to kiss Arthur's chest. It's a good chest. This whole body he's got is pretty good and Eames fully intends to put his mouth on a lot of it.]

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[Arthur runs his fingers through Eames' hair, lifting the leg between Eames' legs to give him something to think about as he arches his back.]

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[He hums softly against Arthur's skin, pressing kisses to his chest and trailing toward his stomach and moves a hand to his pants while he's at it. It takes a little fumbling to get them open, but he manages and slips a hand inside to press his palm to Arthur over his underwear.]

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[Arthur has made the conscious decision to just lie back and enjoy this tonight, so when Eames' hand slips inside his pants he lets out a happy sigh and rocks his hips up into it, still playing with Eames' hair.]

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[Eames is more than okay with that, busying himself with the taste of Arthur's skin and the feel of him under his hand. Plus the hands in his hair are nice.]

[He's content to spend a little while on that, humming gently and happily, but there are other things he wants to do. Better ways, he thinks, to get Arthur hard and ready. Eames shifts after a moment, moving to kneel next to Arthur, and a small gesture pulls Arthur's pants down far enough that they're out of the way and Arthur can deal with them himself from here.]

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[Arthur's in no rush to get his pants off the rest of the way, so he goes about it laziliy so as to avoid impeding whatever Eames is doing. He certainly wouldn't want to get in the way of that.]

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[Eames reaches for a drawer while Arthur does that, retrieves the lube and condoms and drops them on the bed so they're available later, and gets himself back between Arthur's legs. He looks down at Arthur, appreciating how good he looks for a moment before he goes back to what he was doing, leaning down to kiss his stomach and takes his time leaving a trail down to his hips, past his dick down to Arthur's inner thigh as he carefully manoeuvres the other one over his shoulder.]

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[Arthur hums happily and lets Eames do whatever he wants, though his sigh when Eames skips his dick sounds almost impatient. His hands spread out on the sheets beside him as he resists touching himself, letting Eames do all the hard work, gazing down at him in anticipation.]

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[Eames makes an amused noise against Arthur's skin in response to that sigh, enjoying himself immensely as he kisses and nips at all the sensitive skin here that isn't the sensitive skin and gets this leg over his shoulder too.]

[He hums softly, almost as if he doesn't have a face full of Arthur's junk right now at all, and curls his arms around Arthur's legs to pull him closer and lift his hips off the bed. He looks up and catches Arthur's eyes long enough to offer a quick wink before he dips his head and gets right back to pressing kisses and dragging his tongue along the skin here until he has his tongue pressed up against Arthur's entrance.]

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[Arthur frowns in curiosity Eames right up until the moment that his tongue is pressing against him and then he gasps. It's almost embarrassing that he's thirty - thirty-one now - and he's never been on the receiving end of this, but it's happening now and of anyone he trusts Eames not only to be good at it, but not to ridicule him for really enjoying it like he can already tell he's going to. When he finally exhales it's a shaky moan as he tries not to squeeze Eames' head between his thighs even if he can't help but curl his toes.]

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[Eames grins where he is, humming as he works his tongue against Arthur, focused on relaxing him into it for the moment, licking back and forth over him and pressing his tongue flat in almost a massage.]

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[Arthur hums and whimpers, arching his back and trying not to move his hips too much so that he would actually disrupt what Eames is doing back there. He balls his fists in the sheets and focuses on relaxing, aching for just a bit more but overwhelmed by the weird feeling of Eames' tongue where it is.]

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[Eames moans softly, moving a hand so he can brush his fingers lightly back and forth over Arthur's hip. He has a sudden and intense need to hear more of those noises from Arthur, but he's not going to rush this, letting out another groan as he works the tip of his tongue into Arthur.]

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[Arthur lets out another moan, like he's surprised at how good this feels. He has to remind himself again not to squeeze Eames' head with his thighs but he does tilt his hips down onto Eames' tongue to get more. Somehow it feels more vulnerable than anything else he's done before, and it's overwhelming to the point where he's toeing a line between not being able to stand it and needing more. He moans Eames' name as he finally buries his hand in his hair.]

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[Eames turns his head to kiss Arthur's thigh and takes a moment to suck on his fingers and slowly press one into Arthur, still maintaining that tongue action around it as he pushes in up until the knuckle.]

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[Arthur presses his head back into the pillow, letting out a louder moan this time. It feels so fucking good and he can feel himself getting hard, though he may need some direct contact that they can deal with later. Right now it's just such a turn on for Eames to be teasing him like this - he really does feel like putty in his hands, and it's only partly the alcohol.]

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[He's not the only one getting hard, and Eames moans against Arthur, rocking his hips shallowly against the bed in search of a little friction. It's all absent movements, his attention is solely on Arthur right now, pressing another finger in and listening carefully as he laps at Arthur's skin.]

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[Arthur swears loud enough that someone in his living room could hear, rocking his hips down hard on Eames' fingers. He tugs at Eames hair and moans as he tries to keep some control over his volume but is well on his way to failing miserably.]

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[God, he'd swear if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, ridiculously turned on by listening to Arthur and the way he's reacting. He pumps his fingers a few times, curling them and massaging a little but he doesn't spend too much time on it before he's carefully pulling them back out, more interested in loosening Arthur up enough that he can work his tongue into him without much trouble.]

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[He gasps again, closing his eyes and trying to isolate the feeling of Eames' tongue, and then he moans because that makes it so much more intense. He could only ever imagine what this would feel like before and now that it's happening it's so much better - though maybe that's just Eames being good at it.]

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[He wriggles his tongue a little at first, testing Arthur, seeing how comfortable he is once he's got his tongue as deep as it'll go. Mouth wide open and lips flush against Arthur's skin as he experimentally moves his tongue. Rolling and undulating it inside Arthur but otherwise not moving just yet.]

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Oh my fucking god.

[The words tumble out like he can't hold them in anymore, and as he arches again he even wishes he were on his stomach just so he could press his hips harder onto Eames' face. Fuck direct contact, he's going to be painfully hard within a minute if Eames keeps this up. Every movement is new and exciting and sends a jolt right to his dick.]