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[All things considered, it's really not going to take much work to get Eames fully hard at all, and he moans and rolls his hips up into Arthur's hand while he keeps doing what he's doing with his hands. Mostly just really enjoying what a great ass Arthur has, and how good it feels when he squeezes it.]

You enjoying yourself?

[There's a smirk in his voice as Arthur pushes himself up a little to grab the lube that's still on his nightstand. He really doesn't want Eames to remove his hands from his ass but he does need to take off his underwear at some point. It was a dumb move not doing that to begin with.]

Oh, immensely.

[He hums lightly as he takes this opportunity to dip his head to kiss a spot just under Arthur's jaw.]

[Arthur hums happily and just enjoys everything that's going on here for a second. It's not directly stimulating the way somewhere with more nerve endings might be, but Eames' hands on his ass feel good in a way that certainly helps.]

[Another moment goes by and he decides he's just going to take care of this lube business himself, flipping the cap open and putting some on his fingers, then slipping his hand down the back of his underwear and pressing a couple fingers into himself. They only just fucked last night so he's not going to need any extra prep just something to make the whole thing go a bit smoother.]

[Well Eames very helpfully uses his grip to spread Arthur's cheeks a little, lips seeking out one of those spots on his neck he knows Arthur likes with another noise that indicates he feels pretty great about everything that's happening right now.]

[Between Eames' mouth, Eames' hands, his own fingers, and how hard he's getting on Eames' hip, Arthur feels pretty fucking good. He even shudders a little as he pumps his fingers in and out slowly. He murmurs something about needing Eames' breathlessly right before he pulls his fingers out and leans forward again, looking for a kiss. He just needs to get his underwear off, which he does as quickly as possible and with minimal flailing, and then he pushes Eames' underwear off his hips just enough to free his dick. That's all he needs access to anyway.]

[He gets some lube in the palm of his hand now and gives Eames' dick a few good strokes. It's like he didn't even think about a condom. He did, but he also needs to shower right after this and he can take care of all of this at that point.]

[Eames kisses Arthur hungrily, dragging his hands up Arthur's back while he deals with their underwear and arches against him with a groan when Arthur's hand is on him. Fingers curling and digging in a little against Arthur's skin as he moans softly and murmurs against Arthur's lips before he breaks the kiss and noses a little at his face, staunchly refusing to meet his lips again.]

I want to hear you.

[Arthur pauses, still except for his heavy breathing, and after a moment he sits up to look down at Eames. He gives him a bit of a wry smirk as he adjusts his knees on either side of Eames' waist to get more comfortable, focusing on relaxing a little more, both so he'll be ready for the inevitable stretch and so he's uninhibited in reacting to each feeling. It takes a second of effort to lose the tension in his muscles, but then he reaches behind himself to line Eames up so he can slowly sink down onto him.]

[The first noise is a soft moan that catches in his throat, and he immediately has to stop to get his breathing under control again. He presses his lips together and groans, but as he sits back on Eames' dick he finally has to moan out loud, and it's something that ends in a curse and almost a sob like it's so good it actually hurts.]

[Eames pushes himself up on an elbow so he can see all of Arthur, really take him in, eyes dark as he looks him over. Memorising every inch of Arthur's body and how he looks right now, he lifts a hand to Arthur's chest and presses his palm against him, groaning softly and breathing out a curse. He's so fucking gorgeous Eames can barely stand it, and he licks his lips as he looks up at Arthur's face.]

God-- I could listen to you for hours.

[And he's barely even started, but god what an attractive voice Arthur has.]

[He looks back down at Eames hungrily, putting his hand on Eames' chest as he breathes hard and steady. He's not performing for him, per se, but he's being a little more expressive on purpose for Eames' sake. As he slowly starts rocking his hips, he lets out a groan that's almost more of a growl, doing it again and again as he sinks down onto Eames' dick.]

[Eames thinks he knows well enough to tell how genuine Arthur's being, and he can certainly appreciate this right now. Biting down on his own noises as his hand drops to Arthur's thigh and he rolls his hips up shallowly, gaze dropping to watch himself rocking up into Arthur with a low moan in the back of his throat.]

[Arthur works his way up to a good rhythm, moaning the whole time but listening for cues that Eames is enjoying himself as well. This is for Eames, after all, and Arthur's not the type to lose focus. He brings his hand up to Eames' jaw to coax him back into making eye contact, so he can maybe also coax him into a kiss, but mostly so he can stare him down while he moans and rides his dick.]

[Eanes drags his eyes up Arthur's body slowly until he meets Arthur's eyes, soft pants and moans he can't force down coming frequently from him, though he does try to keep most of them down for the same reason he doesn't lean up to kiss Arthur; he doesn't want to do anything that'll impede him hearing every single noise that comes from him. He can't imagine he's going this distance on this, so he wants to savour every bit of having this gorgeous man ride his dick that he can.]

[When he finally gets bored of this pace, Arthur plants both of his hands on Eames' chest, leaning into him as he starts rocking faster, pulling off Eames' dick more and slamming down harder. It feels so good and it's exhausting but Arthur feels like he needed this. He can't quite put his finger on what part of it he needed but everything about it feels good right now, from Eames' hands on him to the amount of sound he's allowing himself to make.]

[He practically shouts when Arthur picks up, head dropping back with a curse and some breathy comment about how good he feels. His fingers dig in on Arthur's thigh and his hips stutter as he keeps rocking up into him-- that familiar tightness coiling in him, looking back up at Arthur with a tightness around his eyes like it's a struggle to keep them open, but he wants to keep looking at him. He's so goddamn gorgeous like this it'd almost be a crime to look away.]

Fuck-- [He groans loudly, hand trailing up Arthur's side to his chest and back down to grip his hip.] I'm about to come.

[Arthur moans, indulging in the pace now that he knows it's the right one and that he can stop holding his own orgasm back.]

Do it.

[There's a shudder in his voice.]

Come inside me.

[Well if he needed the help, that would certainly tip him over the edge. Eames curses again, thrusting up roughly into Arthur with a lot of loud groans, just barely resisting the urge to use his grip on Arthur to hold his hips down as he fucks him through his orgasm. It's a long one, (and a lot, perhaps unsurprisingly,) one that's going to leave him exhausted once it's passed.]

[Arthur moans like it's overwhelming, following Eames' orgasm with his own very quickly. He keeps rocking his hips with Eames' thrusts until they both slow to a stop with his last few shudders, and when he realizes that his fingers are dug hard into Eames' chest and his thighs are clamped tight on his hips he actually laughs. It's the exhausted kind of laugh, like he can't believe what just happened.]

[Eames lays back against the bed with a heavy breath, more than satisfied honestly, and pries his fingers from Arthur's person so he can move his hands to a lazy grip on Arthur's forearms. Almost affectionate in how he brushes his thumbs back and forth over Arthur's skin while he closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath.]

[It takes a moment, but Arthur finally finds himself relaxing and starts to catch his breath. He lets out another amused sound as he leans forward to nose at Eames' cheek looking for a kiss. He just feels so good, it's like he's delirious from how exceptional that orgasm was.]

[Eames grins as he turns his head to kiss Arthur with a pleased hum. He's so glad he took Arthur up on that offer because holy shit, and he moves a hand from Arthur's arm to press lightly against his lower back.]

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[Arthur moans softly and happily into the kiss, reaching behind him to finally pull Eames out. He kisses him a moment longer and then pulls back, rolling smoothly off of him and onto his back beside Eames. He lets out a noise of discomfort as that unfamiliar sensation between his legs reminds him they just had unprotected sex again. He has to stop doing this.]

[He grunts and adjusts his hips like he could somehow control what's going on.]

You'd tell me if this stuff had magical properties right?

[It's light and in good humour and it might even be a full joke if he weren't actually curious about this.]

[It may be partially in jest, but the question makes Eames pull a bit of a face. Honestly? It's not actually something he's given a lot of thought to-- he feels like he'd have noticed by now if he had particularly potent magic in his semen.]

Well I haven't fucked magic into anyone yet.

[He turns on his side to look at Arthur with a considering expression.]

Maybe you'll be the lucky mortal.

[Arthur turns his head to raise his eyebrow at Eames with a wry smile.]

Alternatively I should stop letting you come in my mouth and my ass and I can stay non-magical like I was meant to be.

I'm not sure it counts as "letting me" when you tell me to do it.

does this musebox get used for anything but this

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