iiiiiiiit's more shapeshifter trash

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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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[Unfortunately Eames won't get to listen to him for hours, because it isn't long before Arthur's moaning warnings that he's going to come soon, interspersed with curses and groans that are more like shouts. He hitches his knees up a little higher as the tightness in his stomach signals a close end, but he's going to hold on for as long as he can because this feels so fucking good.]

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[Eames curses, and he noses over the shell of Arthur's ear.]

Good-- [His breath is heavy, labored. He's close himself, but he wants to see Arthur finish first.] Come for me.

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[As if on command, a few seconds later Arthur shudders and moans, arching his back as his body practically quivers with the force of it. It seems to last forever and he makes a decent amount of noise throughout, pressing his head back into the pillow as he balls his fists under Eames' grip.]

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[God, it's fucking intoxicating. Arthur coming is practically a signal and Eames couldn't stop himself from following on his heels if he wanted to. He drops his head, pressing his forehead into the pillow next to Arthur's head as he moans loudly, finishing with a few last, sharp thrusts.]

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[Except for doing what he needs to do to keep Eames from slipping out of him, Arthur has relaxed completely against the bed, still moaning along as Eames fucks him. A moment after he finishes Arthur turns his head to nose at Eames, searching for an afterglow kiss.]

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[Eames kisses him back eagerly, carefully moving his hands to release his wrists one by one and lowering himself onto his elbows to lay on him and enjoy that afterglow.]

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[Arthur carefully lifts his arms to put his hands on Eames, affectionately resting them on Eames' jaw and brushing his thumbs back and forth. He doesn't quite have the strength to actually say anything yet and kissing Eames is such a pleasant experience.]

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[Eames is happy with that, (and a little relieved like always that he didn't fracture Arthur's wrist or something,) making a few soft, pleased noises into the kiss.]

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[Arthur grins and drags his hand down Eames' chest.]

That was amazing.

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It was.

[He hums softly, pressing a quick kiss to wherever on Arthur's face is closest to his mouth before he carefully pulls out and gets rid of the condom, rolling onto his back next to Arthur once that's gone from his body.]

You're so good.

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[Arthur hums happily in return, idly stretching out his wrists and glancing at them to see if there's any redness there already. He's sure he'll have bruising, he just doesn't know how much.]

I'm at my best when I have a good partner.

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[Eames laughs, turning his head and watching Arthur inspect his wrists.]

Well you know I'm always happy to fill that role.

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[Arthur grins and turns on his side, stretching out and then putting his hand on Eames' chest.]

Are you staying?

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Unless you want me to leave?

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Of course not.

[He drags his fingers over the muscles on Eames' chest. They're different right now, it's exciting.]

Are you going to shift back tonight?

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[He shakes his head.]

I wouldn't be able to fit in his clothes.

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[A light frown flits across his face.]

You can't change back in the morning?

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I could, but I'd have to change back to this before I left.

[Eames considers this for a moment and then looks at Arthur with an amused smirk.]

Or I could use a glamour and see if anyone can tell I'm actually nude.

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[Arthur kind of rolls his eyes.]

No, I just mean... you could sleep as you, and change back if you need to.

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Do you want me to?

[One evening isn't exactly enough to make him miss being himself, but it's not exactly a hassle either way.]

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[Arthur thinks on that for a moment, glancing down at where his hand is still resting on Eames' chest.]

A little, yeah.

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Alright, close your eyes then.

[You know, to preserve a little mystery and all that.]

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[Arthur sighs and closes his eyes, since that's a thing he supposes.]

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[Look, changing shape isn't exactly Eames' most attractive look okay.]

[Anyway. It's relatively quick, since there's no need for him to tweak anything or really think about it at all. It takes a few seconds, if that, and there's no noise but coming back to himself does come with a faint scent of burnt wood, like opening a window to a distant bonfire.]

[He sighs and arches his back a little in a stretch, a soft "okay" along with it so Arthur knows he's done.]

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[Arthur opens his eyes and smiles when he sees Eames' face again, leaning in to plant a kiss on it right away. It's such a good face.]