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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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.

[specifiercity]

[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?

[specifiercity]

No, they're just a bonus.

[Arthur gives him a sly smile.]

[falsify]

I suppose you do benefit a lot from this arrangement.

[specifiercity]

[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.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur laughs dryly.]

I feel so privileged.

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You're welcome.

[specifiercity]

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

Are you very busy today?

[falsify]

No more than usual. Why?

[specifiercity]

[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.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur nods, taking the last few bites of breakfast and then sitting back in his chair with his coffee cup. He gives Eames an almost sheepish smile.]

Last night was fun.

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[Eames makes a soft noise and nods, agreeing with Arthur as he takes a sip of coffee, and looks up at him with a bit of a wry smile.]

Happy birthday.

[specifiercity]

I almost feel like I owe you one.

[Eyebrow raised, like he's trying to see if Eames is in the mood for another round.]

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[It actually takes him a moment to catch Arthur's meaning, he's actually not thinking about sex for once, but it's just a quick moment before he raises an eyebrow right back.]

I wouldn't say you owe me anything, but I wouldn't turn you down either.

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[Arthur shrugs.]

I just don't like the idea of you leaving this apartment without coming at least once.

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Well if I'd leave you feeling as though this has been unbalanced.

[He'd have said he'd hate to but it'd be a lie, But he's also not about to turn down Arthur getting him off, so.]

[specifiercity]

You would.

[Arthur can only see the top half of him, but it's a good top half, and he checks it out just the same. After a moment he sits forward again, making to get up out of his chair.]

Come on, I'll clean this up later.

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If you insist.

[Eames smiles across the table as he finishes the last of his coffee and gets up, stretching a little as he walks back to Arthur's bedroom.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur follows him back, smiling to himself because Eames is so goddamn attractive and Arthur has had a couple really good orgasms in the last twelve hours which have put him in a really good mood. When they get back to his room he actually pauses to appreciate it.]

God, you're hot.

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[Eames grins as he turns to face Arthur, definitely the kind of smile where he may as well actually say "I know" out loud, and teases the edges of his underwear over his hips as he backs up slowly toward the bed.]

Why don't you come show me how hot you think I am, mm?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur actually bites his lip before he finally walks forward and puts his hands on Eames' chest. He just feels him up for a second before he pushes him gently toward the bed.]

Lay back.