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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[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.]

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[Arthur makes a similar sound, though tamer.]

This is really good.

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It's just bacon and eggs.

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

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

[This is a luxury.]

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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?

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

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Prioritise a full breakfast once in a while.

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

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I do, it's just not as easy.

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

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[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?

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[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.

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

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

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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.]

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[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.

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[Arthur smirks and shrugs a shoulder.]

That's not as fun as you staying the night, though.

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Ah. Only sleeping with me for my culinary skills, are you?

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No, they're just a bonus.

[Arthur gives him a sly smile.]

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I suppose you do benefit a lot from this arrangement.

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[He shrugs casually.]

Don't you?

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Well, you are very attractive.

[He gives Arthur a bit of an appraising look, as if to confirm what he's just said.]

And you have a beautiful cock. [He says, gesturing with his fork.] I don't blow just anyone first thing, you know.

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[Arthur laughs dryly.]

I feel so privileged.

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You're welcome.

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[Arthur smiles down at his food for a moment, shaking his head slightly at Eames' praise and his joke.]

Are you very busy today?

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No more than usual. Why?

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[He shrugs.]

Just wanted to make sure I wasn't holding you up.

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[he shakes his head]

Don't worry about it. I'd leave if I had to.