Making up for lost time, one more time.

[neededforger]

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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He lifted his head once more, "I'm sorry, did you want me to stop?"

[littlspecificty]

Through gritted, "Stop and I swear I will hurt you."

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There was another warm laugh before he set in again with perhaps a little more enthusiasm than before, still working Arthur open slowly but surely, fingers kneading against his hip and running down his thigh now and again because he could.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur can't help, as Eames continues, but reach a hand down to start stroking himself. All of it is almost maddening.

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Eames let him, just for a few moments, before his own hand slid up to curl against Arthur's wrist, bumping his hand away from where it was, voice a low murmur, "Enough of that."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur let out a frustrated growl, tempted to keep doing it if Eames didn't do something more than drive him crazy with that fucking tongue of his...

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His fingers tightened against Arthur's wrist at the growl, drawing himself up to drape along the other man's spine, voice little more than a growl against his ear, "Now, pet, you're going to stay right here while I go and fetch something from my luggage, and you aren't going to move, because when I get back I'm going to fuck you well into next week. Clear?"

[littlspecificty]

Arthur just nods, after swallowing hard, a whole new flush going over his body at the words and tone.

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There was another smile at that, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Arthur's jaw, breath stirring the wisps of hair behind his ear, "Good." He drew away then, slipping into the bedroom once more, only for a few brief moments though likely it seemed far longer.

He paused in the doorway on the way back just to appreciate the sight before he returned to where he had been, draping himself along Arthur's spine again, one hand sliding down his arm, lacing their fingers, "Very good."

[littlspecificty]

It did feel far longer. Arthur had to close his eyes, forehead resting on his other arm, trying to will himself not to do anything else until Eames got back. Although that didn't seem to happen soon enough.

He let out a breathy noise when he felt the other man return behind him.

[littlspecificty]

It did feel far longer. Arthur had to close his eyes, forehead resting on his other arm, trying to will himself not to do anything else until Eames got back. Although that didn't seem to happen soon enough.

He let out a breathy noise when he felt the other man return behind him.

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He nibbled almost delicately at Arthur's throat, free hand sliding down his side and over his thigh before dipping between them to position himself. His voice was a murmur against the other man's skin when he asked: "Ready?"

[littlspecificty]

Eyes still closed, Arthur nodded, giving their interlaced fingers a gentle squeeze as if to emphasize.

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That was the only assurance he needed, pressing another kiss to the corner of Arthur's jaw again, breath catching with a lowthroated groan as he finally sank into the other man. It was something he'd denied himself far too long.

[littlspecificty]

And it was something Arthur hadn't felt in far too long. His mouth opened up but no sound came out, his back arched, eyes closed tight, and his hand squeezing the other man's hard. His body was tense as he cried out, spreading his legs a bit further apart to take the other man in a bit more while trying to get his muscles to relax. It took a moment or two - it having been so long, his body had to get used to the intrusive feeling at first again - before finally feeling his body accept Eames.

Yes, it had been far too long. Making his muscles squeeze and take Eames in more was Arthur's way of saying he had missed this, too.

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A breathless curse escaped him as he finally felt the worst of the resistance fade, burying his face against the line of Arthur's throat, just for a moment, practically vibrating with the effort it took to hold himself still for those few moments.

Another kiss to the pulse point at the base of Arthur's throat as he rolled his hips against the other man again, just to prove that there wasn't any further he could go.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur let out a soft noise and pushed back against Eames in response the roll of his hips. He also turned his head enough to nip at the other man's bottom lip.

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He let that nip become a proper kiss, even though the angle wasn't ideal, it would do for the time being. The fingers laced against Arthur's curled again as he settled into something resembling a steady rhythm even though his breathing was already shallow.

[littlspecificty]

His free hand dug into the couch again, his hips trying to match and meet the rhythm Eames had set. He would squeeze the other man every time he was inside and tried to keep the steady pace, despite his desire for it to be a bit harder, faster. Patience wasn't coming particularly easy to him at the moment.

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Really if he kept that up it wouldn't be much longer before he was getting exactly what he wanted, mostly because it would be nearly impossible for Eames not to speed his movements, giving just a little more power behind each thrust, groaning against Arthur's throat before lifting his head to nip at the crest of the other man's ear, hips jolting forward with one sudden movement, fingers tightening again reflexively.

[littlspecificty]

At the other nip, Arthur pushed back harder, making a very shameless noise while doing so, clenching around the other man again. He kept repeating that as he knew it would eventually wear the other man down (and, by this point, he was definitely giving in to his baser desires).

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The sounds, as always, were what did Eames in. He kept his fingers laced with Arthur's on the one hand, his other hand sliding down the point man's side to knead at his hip a moment before digging in more securely, holding on to keep him in place as he rode forward against him, more firmly than before, a half-swallowed sound of his own escaping.

[littlspecificty]

At the change of pace Arthur forehead returned to his arm as his grip on the couch and Eames' hand was renewed. He was practically mewing. Or whimpering. Or a mixture of the two. Either way, he let himself give in to the sensations and he could feel himself close to the edge after a while. He wouldn't be able to last much longer.

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That position just left his nape open to molestation, really, and Eames grinned for a moment before nipping at the nape of Arthur's neck, not able to get a good hold, really, but scraping his teeth against the soft skin there as his hips jolted forward again, already rapidly approaching the brink himself.

[littlspecificty]

At the scrape of teeth Arthur couldn't stand it anymore. He threw his head back, laying it on Eames' shoulder, his neck completely bared, his free hand going down to stroke himself vigorously. After moaning Eames' name a few times, he came, hard, crying out loudly with his whole body seizing up in pleasure so intense it almost hurt, his voice almost strangled because of it.

At that point he was in complete abandon, not caring if the other man saw him like that - while another part did want Eames to see him like that...