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[One thing that's fun about not wearing his own face with Arthur is getting to flirt openly in public. Or more. He's awful about it, to a degree that's just as much genuine flirting as it is seeing where Arthur's limits are, sticking pretty close to him until the cab arrives and sitting next to him to kiss his neck and rest his hand far too high on Arthur's thigh to be innocent until he's stopped.]

[When they get back to Arthur's place finally, he decides there's not much point with any pretence and gets rid of his shoes and jacket before taking himself to the bedroom.]

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[Arthur puts up with it, partly because he has a buzz from the party that he's still riding on and partly because he just likes it when Eames gives him that kind of attention. When they get back he follows right behind Eames in getting rid of his shoes and he sheds his jacket as well, dropping it on the back of a chair when he gets back to his room.]

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[Eames grins when he turns to face Arthur, wasting no time in stepping up to him to pull him into a kiss and start working on getting those clothes off him.]

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[Arthur's ready to facilitate all of this, giving Eames all the space he needs to get his clothes off and starting on Eames' shirt in the meantime. He removes his hands whenever Eames needs him to but it's important that both of them get naked here.]

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[Once Arthur's satisfactorily unbuttoned, Eames pushes his shirt off his shoulders and presses his hands against him with a soft sigh. Pressing his palms flat to Arthur's sides and dragging them up around his back, to his shoulders and back down like he's trying to memorise every inch of it.]

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[Arthur lets out the softest moan, just in appreciation of being touched in such a welcome way. Eames' hands on him, no matter what form he's in, always seem to be perfect and it's distracting him a little from his task of getting Eames' shirt off. He wants to see what's under there.]

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[He feels Arthur's hands slow and breathes a small laugh, nipping at Arthur's bottom lip lightly before he pulls back a little to look at him, hands coming around to Arthur's front to tug on his waistband in a silent suggestion before he decides to take over Arthur's work of getting him shirtless. Keiran's taller and leaner than Eames is in his own skin, more well-defined, and there's a light smirk on his face as he takes his time undoing the rest of the buttons and discarding the shirt.]

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[The next sound he makes is almost distressed as he puts his hands on Eames' chest so he can feel the muscle definition and it's just as glorious as he thought it would be. He's far too busy with this to do anything about his pants so Eames is just going to have to deal for now, but he would like to get horizontal ASAP, so he puts his hands on Eames' waist and pulls him backwards toward the bed as he tilts his head up in search of another kiss.]

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[Well fine, Eames'll take care of Arthur's pants. They're just going to be a problem in ten minutes anyway, so he follows Arthur to the bed and leans into the kiss, dropping his hands between them to work Arthur's belt open and undo his pants.]

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[Arthur helps slip off his pants once they're undone, wrapping his other arm around Eames' shoulders so he can kiss him. He doesn't appear to be in much of a rush but he does pull away briefly to say something just above a murmur.]

Please tell me you plan on fucking me.

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[He moans softly, torn between the desire to press himself against Arthur and get rid of his trousers, but the latter wins out for the sake of how much better it'd feel to be pressed against Arthur when they're both naked, and he gets to work on making that happen.]

Oh, absolutely.

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[Arthur lets out a groan and hitches one knee up on Eames' side. He's not even hard yet but the thought of Eames inside him shoots sparks down his spine. He politely waits until Eames has gotten rid of his pants before he wraps both legs loosely around Eames' waist, just too eager to get all of this moving and get a little more contact happening.]

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[The second his pants are gone, Eames is back to get them both good and ready. He puts an elbow down by Arthur's head and leans down to kiss his neck, his other hand gripping Arthur's thigh as he starts to slowly roll his hips down against Arthur's.]

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[Arthur's breath catches in his throat and he spreads his legs to give Eames a bit more room, turning his head to expose more of his neck as well. It's the kind of night where he's been on high alert, baseline tensed up all evening, and he just wants to be laid out and fucked pretty firmly. That's the attitude he's bringing to this encounter.]

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[Eames is always more than happy to do that for Arthur — keyed up and needing a way to work it out where Arthur needs someone else to work that tension out of him after a night like this — groaning low in his chest as he feels a little of that pliancy from Arthur below him and murmurs something about how gorgeous he is.]

[He's not aggressive, but he's a little rougher as he scrapes his teeth lightly over the skin of Arthur's neck in between kisses and digs his fingers in a little harder, using his grip on Arthur's thigh to hold his hips at the angle he wants.]

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[Arthur lets out a more vocal moan, balling a fist in the pillow at his head and putting his other hand on the back of Eames' head, scratching at his scalp in lieu of pulling hair that isn't there. He's doing his best to rock his hips up into Eames' hips, but Eames is doing such a good job that he can only just try and match his pace.]

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[He curses softly, feeling himself getting hard and encouraged by every noise Arthur makes, and keeps kissing his way down his neck. Eames is considerate enough to wait until he gets to Arthur's collarbone before he decides he wants to suck a mark on his skin, but he honestly can't help himself.]

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[Arthur's definitely getting there, though he doesn't care so much about getting himself hard so much as he wants Eames to be hard as quickly as possible. He reaches down with both hands to squeeze Eames' ass, continuing to make appreciative noises as he goes.]

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[It's really not going to take Eames much longer to get all the way there, and he lifts his head to spot the nightstand and reach for the drawer; briefly about to pull away from Arthur entirely until he remembers he doesn't need to keep his magic toned down anymore and it's with a relieved sigh that he retrieves the condoms and lube with a couple of gestures.]

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[Arthur drags his hands up Eames' back, ignoring everything that's going on between Eames and the nightstand only because he's distracted by how goddamn good he feels. He noses at the closest part of Eames' face to try and pull him into another kiss, partly because he's worried he's about to get too vocal and that would be embarrassing.]

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[Eames obliges him, kissing Arthur slow and deep while he shifts his weight to take his arm off the bed and pop the cap on the lube to get some on his fingers. The angle's a little awkward for it, but Eames doesn't want to lose any of those points of contact between them and so he slips an arm under Arthur to lift his hips and teases his fingers in circles over his entrance.]

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[He lets out a quiet and desperate sound at being lifted and moved so easily, and then another sound at Eames' teasing. He arches his back, pressing his hips down onto Eames' hand, fingers digging into Eames' back as he kisses him hungrily.]

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[He teases a little longer, soaking up those noises like he needs them to survive, and when he does press his fingers into Arthur he does it slowly. Almost hurting for the reminder of how good Arthur's going to feel when he fucks him, but first this.]

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[Arthur's head presses into the pillow below him, momentarily unable to focus on kissing him. It feels so fucking good and it's both a blessing and a curse that Eames is going slow, because part of him just wants to be fucked roughly right this second and the other part of him wants three hours of foreplay first.]

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[Well maybe they can find a middle ground, because Eames wants him good and wound up before he fucks him, and everything he does is working to that end. He lifts his head, looking at Arthur's face as he curls his fingers intently, breathing some comment or other about how beautiful Arthur is while he works his fingers inside him.]

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[Arthur gives him a look like he's insulted by how good that feels while he lets out another moan, and he's not sure what to do with his hands so he balls them into fists in the sheets. He's trying to relax to get the most out of it but damn Eames knows what to do with his fucking fingers.]