Ego? ( Another, this time a helpless laugh, teeth catching on the curve of Arthur's jaw, a tease. ) An elaborate way of proving oneself, mm? ( Maybe the last one is the truest one. Eames knows that Arthur is careful, he's precise, he has to account for a whole series of variables, he has to make sure all eventuality has been accounted for. Eames wouldn't have trusted the man he was in the beginning either. So he doesn't mind the meandering path. Not if it means he gets this. So he makes sure to grind their hips together in a slow, filthy press, lets his breath ghost against a collarbone. )
I'm very willing to keep doing the latter, Arthur. If it means I get this. I'll be - h-ha - at your service, as it were.
( Playful, but there's a ring of truth in it. He'd do whatever the other man asked just for a chance at this again. Even if he doesn't think there's going to be anything that could separate them now. He wants this. He wants Arthur in whatever form he can have him, and if he has to keep him sated and happy to keep it then he'll dedicate himself to task. It suits him perfectly well. )
You can say I was a cagey asshole, I won't be offended. [ Arthur replies, words shaped around a soft laugh, the tail end of it gasped out as Eames pushes in, teeth scraping along the line of his jaw. He knows what he's like, knows that he needs to account for every variable he can think of before he commits to something. Sure, he can adjust when necessary—that's what running point is about, really. But, if he has a choice, he's going to wait it out, gather evidence.
With Eames, he'd needed to be certain. In their early days, he hadn't been able to read the forger all to well. And then when he gradually developed the skill, well, he'd thought the other man much too flighty, too absorbed in the superficial. To his dismay, it hadn't stopped him from wanting Eames' hands all over his body. Or kept him from thinking of what sex with him would be like.
Something he now knows, what with the forger off to a great start of fucking him into the mattress. Both thrusts slide across his prostate, making his breath stutter, short nails from one hand digging into Eames' broad shoulder. Then that cock is pressing deep, just how he likes it, and he gives a filthy roll of his hips, squeezing around him. The added friction makes him moan loudly, eyes fluttering shut. ]
Oh, fuck, Eames, like that, yeah. [ Letting go of his thigh, he runs his fingers through the forger's short hair, palm coming to cup the back of his neck. ] I don't—ah—need elaborate displays, you know.
[ Despite his love of designer clothing, he's really a simple man at heart. What they've got right now is enough. More than, really, as he indulges in the feel of Eames' heavier weight against him, the heat of his body, how every grind of his hips seems to open him up further and get them that much closer. ]
( It comes playfully enough, his words a hum pitched low. He can't help himself, not really. There's something about their give and take that deserves space in the bedroom. He adds more fuel to the fire by dragging his teeth along a pale shoulder, humming once before snapping his hips forward just in case Arthur thinks he's playing around. ) Besides, you like it.
( It's easy to fall into a rhythm, one hand shifting to hook around Arthur's thigh and draw it higher around his waist, the other man's cock heavy between them. He can feel it brush skin with every thrust, leaking and hot. A part of him thinks to take him in hand, but there's something good about this too, fingertips leaving their mark wherever Eames' touch falls. They're a sweating mess, slick with it, and the roll of their bodies gets louder with every turn, Eames burying a laugh in Arthur's throat. )
Darling.
( A groan, plush lips dragging back along his jaw to kiss him again, slow and languid in comparison to his thrust. )
You feel fucking unreal, Arthur. Christ. I'm never giving this up, do you hear me? You're mine now, alright?
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Date: 2025-09-20 01:06 pm (UTC)( A thrust. )
Ego? ( Another, this time a helpless laugh, teeth catching on the curve of Arthur's jaw, a tease. ) An elaborate way of proving oneself, mm? ( Maybe the last one is the truest one. Eames knows that Arthur is careful, he's precise, he has to account for a whole series of variables, he has to make sure all eventuality has been accounted for. Eames wouldn't have trusted the man he was in the beginning either. So he doesn't mind the meandering path. Not if it means he gets this. So he makes sure to grind their hips together in a slow, filthy press, lets his breath ghost against a collarbone. )
I'm very willing to keep doing the latter, Arthur. If it means I get this. I'll be - h-ha - at your service, as it were.
( Playful, but there's a ring of truth in it. He'd do whatever the other man asked just for a chance at this again. Even if he doesn't think there's going to be anything that could separate them now. He wants this. He wants Arthur in whatever form he can have him, and if he has to keep him sated and happy to keep it then he'll dedicate himself to task. It suits him perfectly well. )
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Date: 2025-10-04 07:42 am (UTC)With Eames, he'd needed to be certain. In their early days, he hadn't been able to read the forger all to well. And then when he gradually developed the skill, well, he'd thought the other man much too flighty, too absorbed in the superficial. To his dismay, it hadn't stopped him from wanting Eames' hands all over his body. Or kept him from thinking of what sex with him would be like.
Something he now knows, what with the forger off to a great start of fucking him into the mattress. Both thrusts slide across his prostate, making his breath stutter, short nails from one hand digging into Eames' broad shoulder. Then that cock is pressing deep, just how he likes it, and he gives a filthy roll of his hips, squeezing around him. The added friction makes him moan loudly, eyes fluttering shut. ]
Oh, fuck, Eames, like that, yeah. [ Letting go of his thigh, he runs his fingers through the forger's short hair, palm coming to cup the back of his neck. ] I don't—ah—need elaborate displays, you know.
[ Despite his love of designer clothing, he's really a simple man at heart. What they've got right now is enough. More than, really, as he indulges in the feel of Eames' heavier weight against him, the heat of his body, how every grind of his hips seems to open him up further and get them that much closer. ]
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Date: 2025-10-06 02:29 pm (UTC)( It comes playfully enough, his words a hum pitched low. He can't help himself, not really. There's something about their give and take that deserves space in the bedroom. He adds more fuel to the fire by dragging his teeth along a pale shoulder, humming once before snapping his hips forward just in case Arthur thinks he's playing around. ) Besides, you like it.
( It's easy to fall into a rhythm, one hand shifting to hook around Arthur's thigh and draw it higher around his waist, the other man's cock heavy between them. He can feel it brush skin with every thrust, leaking and hot. A part of him thinks to take him in hand, but there's something good about this too, fingertips leaving their mark wherever Eames' touch falls. They're a sweating mess, slick with it, and the roll of their bodies gets louder with every turn, Eames burying a laugh in Arthur's throat. )
Darling.
( A groan, plush lips dragging back along his jaw to kiss him again, slow and languid in comparison to his thrust. )
You feel fucking unreal, Arthur. Christ. I'm never giving this up, do you hear me? You're mine now, alright?