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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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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

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[Arthur frowns and waves his hand dismissively, closing his eyes like he's going to take a nap.]

Semantics.

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[Eames snorts and shakes his head.]

Besides that, you do seem to enjoy it. Why deprive yourself?

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To protect my mortal virtue, of course.

[It doesn't get drier than this.]

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Ah.

[Eames makes a noise as if he Totally Gets It, followed by a soft sigh.]

Really we should stop sleeping together at all if you're worried about staying virtuous.

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Nah.

[He opens his eyes again to consider Eames with a little more seriousness. He thinks if there is a hell, he won't be going for this.]

It's not worth it.

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[He's not sure whether to take that as part of the banter or a genuine comment, maybe he's too worn out to read the look on Arthur's face, so he'll settle for the former. Pursing his lips a little and letting his own eyes fall closed.]

I'm glad you think so.

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Mm.

[It was a bit of both, and either way Arthur's ready to settle in for a short nap before he properly greets the day again, so he turns on his side facing Eames and heaves a sigh. He'll shower after the nap.]