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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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[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.]

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[Eames grins back, licking his lips absently and pumps his hand in slow, deliberate movements. He pulls his fingers out after a little while, but it's only so he can carefully press back in with three.]

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[Arthur grunts with the discomfort, but the stretch becomes pleasant after a moment and his grunt turns into a moan.]

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[Eames makes a noise like he's actually in pain watching Arthur, his own mouth falling open as he slowly pushes in until the knuckles and twists his fingers.]

You're so fucking beautiful. [He looks over Arthur's face, tracking every expression he makes.] I can barely wait to be inside you.

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[Arthur's arching and moaning, putting a hand on Eames' shoulder to brace himself. He'd respond in kind, tell Eames he can't wait either, but every time Eames moves his hand it's like he has to suppress a new moan.]

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[He prefers this to the dirty talk anyway, watching Arthur like this might be one of the most wonderful things he's ever seen and it's something he is definitely storing away for future use. When it comes to pulling his fingers out, he's just as slow as he was pushing them in, breathing out a slow breath until he has his hand back to reach for the condom and get that on.]

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[When Eames pulls out, Arthur starts catching the breath he didn't even know he was short on, staring up at the ceiling. He glances at Eames but watching him would be too much, and Arthur is trying to ground himself before they move on so he can relax, all so he can appreciate the intensity when things are happening.]

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[Once he's got the condom on and he's ready to go, Eames puts an arm down to lean back over Arthur. His other hand he uses to guide himself, eyes fluttering shut as he presses into Arthur and he bites his lip to keep down any noise so he can hear Arthur clearly instead.]

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[His breath immediately catches in his throat again and he turns his head to press the side of his face into the pillow. It feels so fucking good to have Eames inside him and Arthur lets out a couple half-moans on the edges of gasps.]

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[Eames presses his forehead against Arthur's temple, murmuring something about how Arthur always feels amazing as he starts to roll his hips into him. His free hand moving up Arthur's side and back down to a light grip on his hip.]

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[Arthurs hands find themselves on Eames again, one on the back of his head and the other on Eames' back, digging his fingers in as he moans. He almost wants to turn his head for a kiss, but expressing himself feels really good and he's sure Eames enjoys it as well.]

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[Arthur being vocal is honestly one of Eames' favourite things, and he groans in response every time. He drags his hand down to Arthur's hip, fingers digging in as he hikes it up a little higher.]

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[Arthur just gets louder when he feels Eames' grip get tighter. He doesn't know if he can tell Eames out loud to hold him down and fuck him hard but that's right around where he's feeling right now.]

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[He wasn't sure if it was this kind of sex, but he is intimately familiar with that response by now and he grins, pressing a long kiss to the side of Arthur's face. Eames lifts his hands to Arthur's forearms, fingers stroking up the length of them to his wrists which he takes in a firm grip, pinning them against the mattress in a sudden movement.]