does this musebox get used for anything but this

[falsify]

[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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[falsify]

Sounds like a pretty good way to start the day to me.

[specifiercity]

[Alright there is coffee in a mug.]

Oh, it is. Sounds like you've got me all figured out.

[falsify]

Well, as far as morning afters go.

[He gets a mug of his own to fill, nonchalant and casual as he does.]

I don't usually have so many with the same person. Not for a while now anyway.

[specifiercity]

Really?

[He sounds only vaguely interested, but Arthur's worrying about what to make of that. He always thought Eames had at least a few regulars among the figurative revolving door of sexual partners he's aware of.]

I guess practice makes perfect.

[Does that even apply to this situation? Leave him alone to drink his coffee, dammit.]

[falsify]

[Eames makes a soft noise to the affirmative over a sip of coffee. He sleeps with a lot of people, it's true, but most of them settle into actual relationships sooner or later. Or move. Or already have their own relationships. It's not something Eames has any particular feelings about, it is what it is.]

[He does however raise an eyebrow at that comment, raising an eyebrow at Arthur as he repeats it back with a mix of amusement and confusion.]

'Practice makes perfect'?

[specifiercity]

[Ugh why.]

You know, you get into a routine with someone, you get used to certain things...

[He waves Eames off.]

I haven't had enough coffee yet.

[falsify]

[He laughs.]

No, I get it.

[specifiercity]

Not making any sense before the second cup is part of my routine.

[falsify]

I guess I need more practice.

[They're just gonna have to sleep together a bunch more times oh no]

[specifiercity]

[Have a long suffering look from Arthur, but really he's here for Eames getting more practice. He likes the sex and having breakfast made for him, especially when it's made by a very attractive and mostly naked man.]

[falsify]

[Well Eames is pretty pleased with himself, enjoying his joke and turning to look at the pan. He nudges the bacon a little to get a look at it and decides it is done, congratulations everybody.]

Pass me a couple of plates.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur gets back up and gets a couple plates out of the cupboard, setting them down next to Eames on the counter and then wandering off to find utensils as well. After that he returns to his one true love, which is coffee.]

[falsify]

[Eames puts the food out on the plates and grabs the toast while he's at it, bringing them both to the table (his mug of coffee floats alongside him because magic is awesome) and sets them down. Sitting down to tuck in with a noise that's almost a moan but it's not nobody read into that he's just really hungry.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur makes a similar sound, though tamer.]

This is really good.

[falsify]

It's just bacon and eggs.

[Not that it isn't great, but he didn't do anything special.]

[specifiercity]

I usually have cereal or I grab something while I'm out.

[This is a luxury.]

[falsify]

First I find out your back is a disaster, now I know you never eat a hot breakfast. [Eames shakes his head in dismay.] Why are you so committed to suffering this way?

[specifiercity]

Don't have time. We mortals have to prioritize.

[falsify]

Prioritise a full breakfast once in a while.

[He actually says it like he's genuinely concerned about how this affects Arthur's wellbeing.]

[specifiercity]

I do, it's just not as easy.

[He knows he could eat better but Eames doesn't need to worry about that.]

[falsify]

[He makes a noise like he's really about to push this, but Arthur's a grown man he can feed himself.]

[But he's also a little offended that Arthur is acting like Eames isn't a busy person too, so.]

As easy as what?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur looks up at him with a brief frown of confusion.]

Just, you know, throwing a bowl of cereal together and running out the door.

[falsify]

[Eames frowns a little, but fine maybe he just misread it. He's always ready for a fight with Arthur, it happens.]

[s i g h]

Fair enough. I'm not in charge of your breakfasts.

[specifiercity]

No, that's all on me.

[He says this like he is put upon by the responsibility. If only he didn't need to eat. He likes eating but often it seems like an inconvenience if he's busy and he doesn't love taking the time to make something that tastes good.]

[falsify]

[Eames tips his head thoughtfully, a little bored of this topic. But on the other hand, he gives Arthur a smirk and hums thoughtfully as if he's being in any way serious.]

Maybe I should've made you a supply box for your birthday. A little cache of frozen breakfast food you can shove in the microwave.