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'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.]

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[It's impossible not to feel a little smug when he's got Arthur sounding like that above him, and Eames responds with a low groan that sits in his chest. He wishes he could see Arthura and the faces he's making, but hearing him is fucking amazing all on its own, practically has Eames aching for how badly he wants to be in Arthur.]

[This first though, and he's intent to make sure Arthur enjoys every second of it. He braces a hand at Arthur's inner thigh and starts working his jaw and moving his head to fuck his tongue into him.]

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[Arthur moans like he's trying to keep it in, worried it'll be too loud if he doesn't. It's not the same as getting fucked but it's its own thing entirely, and Arthur's sure he could do this for hours, but that's just the delusions of a man who's really enjoying himself. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, because he's fairly certain he would pull Eames' hair out if he kept them on Eames' head, so he ends up hooking them behind his own knees and pulling his thighs apart for Eames' benefit. The feeling of Eames' stubble on his inner thigh is a little bit magical, but it's better if he's unimpeded in what he's doing down there.]

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[Eames makes a noise like Arthur's causing him actual pain, groaning as he works his tongue in and out of Arthur and thinks about how he wants him hard and aching and then maybe he'll work him up just a bit more until it's almost too much.]

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[Arthur's moans come out like whimpers as Eames goes on, struggling not to wriggle his hips too much. It feels so fucking good and he wants more but he doesn't want Eames to pause what he's doing. He's already aching for it - this is only adding fuel to the fire.]

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[Eames keeps it up for a while — he's fairly certain Arthur won't come from this, so he can really take his time with it, curling and rolling his tongue and working it in and out of Arthur until his mouth is too tired and sore to keep it up.]

[He pulls back, presses a quick kiss before he lifts his hand to rub over his jaw and considers Arthur. He should be more than ready at this point, but. Well. It is his birthday and Eames feels like the man deserves a little more before that. Valiantly, Eames elects to ignore the tired ache in his jaw as he shifts forward on the bed, licking his lips with an expression that could be considered downright wicked as he takes Arthur in his mouth and presses his middle two fingers into him at the same time.]

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[Arthur thinks he's actually getting a break, and he relaxes a bit, letting his feet drop back down to the bed. He gathers what Eames is about to do about a second befor ehe does it, and when that happens he lets out a breathless moan and squeezes his eyes shut like he can't bear to watch. He swears more than a couple times, arching his back and generally feeling overwhelmed by how fucking good that feels. He's almost too hard at this point, and he's kind of worried he'll come if Eames does this for too long, which is why his moaning sounds a bit like a warning as well.]

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[Eames is listening intently, even as he curls his fingers inside Arthur to press and massage inside him. He's not intending to get him off like this, but he does plan to get Arthur as close as possible before he stops.]

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[Arthur lets out a shaky moan as one of those pre-orgasms shivers runs through his body. He tilts and rocks his hips slowly, mindful of Eames' mouth but hardly able to control himself. He's trying not to come but he has also decided that Eames probably knows what he's doing here and even if he does there's probably more in store. He puts his hands on the back of Eames' head and threads his fingers through his hair, groaning low in his chest.]