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arthur "angrily eats salad" ([personal profile] pointedlook) wrote2017-10-06 05:16 am
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[personal profile] withimagination 2018-07-02 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[The hesitation has him worrying, but then Arthur's actually sliding into his lap, and he's breathless. He looks up at him, hands falling gently to his waist. He leans up, brushing his mouth along Arthur's jaw.]

Perfect, [he murmurs, pulling back to see his eyes, his expression. He moves in closer moments later to press his lips to Arthur's gently before he's kissing him harder, more hungrily.]
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[personal profile] withimagination 2018-07-02 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Eames groans, moving his lips against his, relishing the feel of his tongue against Arthur's. Arthur shifts in his lap, and Eames moans against his mouth, moving up against him.

This is dangerous. Their whole relationship is in limbo. He's scared of losing any part of Arthur, including losing this, because this is... so good. He wants this. And more. But right now, he really wants this.

He shifts up against him with a groan, suddenly very achingly hard. He reaches up, rubbing up his stomach to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them before he can second-guess himself.
]
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[personal profile] withimagination 2018-07-09 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[It was so quick, the moment between him kissing him and then having a lapful of Arthur. He's not complaining, but he hardly knows what to do but let his himself do what he wants, let his hands tug Arthur's shirt out of his trousers after he's finished unbuttoning it.

His hand moves then, to slide over Arthur's stomach, up to his pecs. And then he's grinding against him again, and Eames loses all thoughts in his head except the one telling him to move up against him.
]

Arthur... fuck, I wanna be inside you, [he rumbles against his skin, mouthing hotly at his neck, beyond thinking of professionalism or even of the carefully-built wall between them.]