Making up for lost time, one more time.

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They had lazed about for most of the day, mostly just because they could, and even when one or the other of them got up to use the bathroom or retrieve a book, they always came right back, as if somehow that bed held all the secrets of the universe. Come afternoon, Eames went to get his laptop, doing some research to find a restaurant for dinner, coming up with a few nearby and just deciding by what was closest, since he figured the walk would do them both good.
He even made a reservation, just to make sure they'd have a seat, even though as far as he could tell they were wide open as far as space.

"Are you ready, Arthur?" He called back towards the bedroom from where he was perched on the couch, having settled there after he'd gotten dressed, waiting for the other man to finish his shower, though the water had been off for a while.

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"Well, that's still true." He said with a nod, but his own smile had returned, the look in his eyes was predatory once more, "Though if you're going to try I'd appreciate fair warning first."

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Arthur just kept smiling, looking down and twisting his hips slightly.

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He just shook his head, smiling again and giving Arthur's arm a nudge when the elevator dinged, doors sliding open.

He actually managed to make it all the way into their room before he snaked an arm around Arthur's waist, laying claim to his mouth and half-expecting to be slugged for it.

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Arthur was actually impressed Eames had been able to resist until they got to their room. But he was also grateful. He didn't want anyone else to see how he ran one hand through Eames' hair, his other arm going around his shoulders, all pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. And thrust his hips foreword, against the other man.

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That was far better than he'd been expecting, and he couldn't help the small, half-hungry sound that escaped his throat as he deepened the kiss further still, the arm around Arthur's waist locking in place for the moment, not about to let him get away so easily.

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Arthur didn't want to get away. He made his only little sound in response to Eames', initiating another kiss after the other one broke. He let his body be pressed close, and moved his hips again, his body wanting the contact the longer he remained there.

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His breathing had already gone shallow, finally having to tear himself away from the kiss just to catch his breath, though he buried his face against the arch of Arthur's neck a moment later, nipping at the tender skin there, hand splayed flat against the small of his back. He pressed Arthur firmly back against the nearest wall, growling faintly against his throat, knee slotting itself easily between Arthur's legs.

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Up against the wall Arthur let out a breathy moan at the teeth at his neck, the growl, and the thigh he could feel at his groin. He couldn't help the slight grinding his body kept wanting to do against that thigh. His hands grabbed at Eames' clothes, tugging on them restlessly as he let out another noise.

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Clothes really were just getting in the way at that point, and Eames was already working at the buttons of Arthur's shirt, hand pressing flat against his shoulder or chest now and again to make sure he stayed pinned against the wall while he did so, thoroughly enjoying the half-rolling movements of Arthur's hips against him.

Finally he got the other man's shirt open, smoothing both hands up his stomach and over his chest and shoulders, peeling him out of the garment in question, wanting him bare as soon as humanly possible.

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Arthur couldn't agree more; he managed to undo Eames' shirt and pants even while pinned against the wall. They had done this before - it had been a while, of course - but these were things and movements one never really forgot.

He got his predatory look in his eyes as he reached into Eames' pants, touching and stroking the other man's growing erection.

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He liked that look, he always had, and that look, combined with Arthur's touch was enough to send a jolt of pleasure down his spine, nipping at Arthur's throat again, not enough to leave a mark just yet, but it wouldn't be long before he was.

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Arthur hissed and tugged on Eames harder with one hand, while his free one worked to get Eames out of his jacket and shirt, and then trying to pull down his pants.

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He growled faintly, just for a moment, hips rolling forward into Arthur's touch even as he rolled his shoulders to shuck himself of jacket and shirt both. He dragged both hands down Arthur's sides then, one hand working methodically, but quickly at his belt and fly.

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When Eames managed to get his pants undone, Arthur lifted his hips to get himself out of them (his boxers going with them). When he got Eames' pants off he let out a huff of laughter: Eames wasn't wearing any underwear. He guessed he didn't notice it before because he was too busy focusing on what was in those pants rather than underneath them.

With both of them finally naked, Arthur pulled in Eames in for a hard, deep kiss, rubbing himself against the other man shamelessly. Damn, three years had been a long time time to go without...

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He'd been about to reply, or at least ask, when he was dragged in for that kiss, and he just growled into it, replying in kind, one hand spanning Arthur's hip, just allowing the movement, tracking it, really, his own hips rolling in counterpoint, one slow, even rock in response two two or three of Arthur's shorter, sharper movements.

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Moaning into the kiss and banging his back against the wall, dragging Eames with him, Arthur wanted more. Now.

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He certainly wasn't going to argue that, moaning in turn and nipping at Arthur's lower lip, hips jolting forward against him again more firmly as one hand dipped to run his fingers along Arthur's thigh, encouraging him to lift it against Eames' hip for better leverage.

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Arthur did that with relative ease considering how "out of practice" he was. He also took the opportunity to bite the other man's neck. Not too hard, just as he was digging his fingers into one shoulder.

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It was still enough to get a sudden hiss of breath across his teeth from the Forger, growling a moment later as he laid claim to Arthur's mouth again, thumping him solidly back against the wall again, fingers playing along his thigh, kneading against it and keeping him in place as he rolled his hips forward against the other man's once more, groaning at the momentary press of contact. One hand dipped to wrap around them both, eyes fluttering closed as he stroked once, firmly.

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Arthur couldn't help but cry out the stroking, one hand going around to grab one of Eames' buttocks, pressing their hips together even more, his hips grinding into the other man's. He was breathing out through his mouth, pushing up into Eames' hand and rubbing against him, too. It was almost overwhelming after not having anything for so long.

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He finally managed to find his voice again, though it was nearly an octave lower than usual and far more rough-edged, "Easy, Arthur, not going anywhere." And he gave another stroke to prove it, growling faintly in the back of his throat, thumb sweeping across both of them in a broad circle, causing his breath to catch again.

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Arthur practically whimpered at that, his head going back against the wall, him biting his lower lip, breathing out hard through his nose. He was finding it very hard to control his hips and the noises coming out of him. Especially as Eames continued, eventually going faster.

Arthur ended up burying his face in Eames' neck, crying out and moaning at the sensations, almost clinging to the other man, so near to the edge.

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He wasn't that far off himself, and with Arthur clinging to him like that, and making those noises he knew it wasn't going to be much longer at all, provided he could keep at it. There was another lowthroated groan as he stroked again more firmly, shifting his grasp slightly to bring them into closer contact, if only by a fraction of an inch before he started stroking in earnest, intent on making the first climax hard and fast so they could take their time with the second.

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Arthur dug his nails in deeper, he was so close. His eyes squeezed shut against Eames' neck, his mouth open, but no sound coming out. Yet.

But after Eames started stroking like that Arthur came hard, nearly screaming into Eames' neck, his back arching away from of the wall, his whole body shaking. It had been three years since his last orgasm. Yeah, it hit him hard and it was fucking incredible and almost painful.

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It hadn't been quite that long for Eames, but it still hit him like a runaway train, thumping Arthur back against the wall once more, fingers tightening against his thigh as his own climax washed over him, leaving him shuddering, though not as violently as the other man.

His breathing was ragged, but he still soothed Arthur with a string of openmouthed kisses along his throat and jaw, stroking slowly once more just to finish riding out the last sparks of pleasure.