Back end prep, [he repeats, trying to fight the smile that Arthur can't see right now. But his hands pause at that last part. He's not going to let Arthur notice, though, so he hurries to pick up his tea and rub at his eyes, sleepy despite the fact that his shower should have woken him up.]
We should. Um... Let's make some breakfast first and work on it, hm?
[He's moving closer now, trying to get Arthur used to him being in his space.] What would you like this morning?
[He holds his hand up, slowly, so Arthur can see what he's doing, and moves to brush back a piece of Arthur's hair.]
[ Arthur barely stops himself from rolling his eyes. Of course he'd make that joke. Of course. He smiles a bit into his coffee. ]
Well, after I finished my requisite three cups, I was going to make eggs. [ Please help him he has a caffeine problem. Though from how awkwardly he slept last night, he's really going to need it to be awake today.
Though he does notice Eames shift a little closer, their shoulders nearly touching at the bit of counter they're both occupying. Part of him bristles, but he ignores it. Then there's the light brush of fingers, pushing some of his non-gelled hair away from his face. At the contact, his mind goes a bit blank, mouth dry. He shouldn't have this much power, not with something seemingly insignificant.
Yet, with all of his pushing away and his contact issues, he wants nothing more than to press the side of his face into Eames' palm.
Carefully, he pulls away instead, a light flush appearing along his cheeks. ]
[He feels hot under the collar when his fingers brush Arthur's skin. He's holding his breath, and then Arthur pulls away, and Eames blinks back into the moment. His own cheeks feel a little flush, and he's just hoping Arthur didn't notice anything strange.]
You need to lean into it. Not pull away.
[He clears his throat, tries to look unimpressed, because maybe he can egg Arthur on in this.]
Anyway, I know you're fighting your instincts but you're going to have to do better than that
[ He does, he really does. And he'd been so tempted to do just that a second ago. Truthfully, the temptation remains even now. More than part of him wonders what it would be like to lean into Eames, to nose right in under his jaw. Would he smell like soap and warmth? Or that aftershave he uses sometimes?
For a second, he frowns, mouth turning down at the corners from the response. It sounds like he's being egged on. ]
Eames.
[ It comes out a bit sharp, a warning. But then, isn't he supposed to be learning from this? Arthur breathes out a sigh, expression relaxing away from its severity, shoulders dropping as he forcefully drains the tension. ]
[He gives him a sheepish smirk; It was worth a shot, at the very least, but at least Arthur's trying again.]
Oh. Right, yes. [It takes a minute for Eames' mind to catch up with all this, but then finally he reaches up and trails his fingers over his cheekbone, hardly daring to breath.]
[ Eames tosses him that sheepish look and he has to stop himself from grabbing hold of his chin and kissing him. It's stupid and overwhelming, the urge, because as much as he wants it, he's worried about it at the same time.
Thankfully, Eames takes that possibility out of his hands for a second, the light touch another try. This time, he caves with increments, first turning his cheek into his palm. The forger's hands are big and warm, fingertips a little calloused from working with them as much as he does. Arthur catches his eyes sliding shut as he leans into it more, but doesn't fight it. ]
[It feels like all the breath's been punched out of him when Arthur leans into the touch. This is good; this is what they've wanted. He should be pleased. Instead, he feels heartsick, wanting so badly what he shouldn't.
Arthur's eyes slip closed, and Eames feels brave like this] Good. So good.
[He licks over his bottom lip nervously, his voice quiet but so close.] I'm going to kiss your cheek.
[And then he's leaning in to do so, lips soft and warm on Arthur's cheek, if Arthur lets him. He's so close to him that he can smell him, scents he recognizes from the shower, and he looks far too attractive all put together. It's hard not to just give in to these wants.]
[ Over time, they've grown to trust each other. It had been a pleasant surprise, really, since dreamshare is so rife with drama and double crossing. Inconsistent people. But Eames, despite all of his attempts to look fickle, to look untrustworthy, he could be the exact opposite.
And here, there's another level they're stepping up to. Arthur keeps his eyes closed, knowing the forger isn't going to do anything he'd hate. Or if he does, he can tell him and he won't get pressed about it.
A warm rush slides down his spine at the praise, enough that there's a minute shudder. They shouldn't be so powerful, not with how mundane it is, how odd it is to be called good for such a small action.
(Then again, he rarely hears compliments or praise. And if he does, he doesn't normally take them to heart).
He stays still, heart beating loud enough he thinks Eames might be able to hear it. Especially when he feels the kiss, just a light pressure. It feels like something inside him collapses; his stubbornness, maybe. Before he can doubt his decision, he pulls away slowly, sets his mug on the counter as an absent second-thought. ]
[Arthur shudders close to him, lets him kiss his cheek, and Eames is in so much trouble. Arthur gives that command and his eyes widen before they become hooded, before he lightly pushes him back into the living room.
He's not really sure what's happening, exactly, but his head is spinning with all he wants to do to Arthur, how much he wants to kiss him. He sits down on the couch, looking up Arthur without touching him but with an intensity in his eyes that he's never shown Arthur.]
[ In another time or another moment, the widening of Eames' eyes would be comical. Or maybe it'd be satisfying, catching him so off guard. Instead, he can only think of what he wants and how much he wants. Everything else seems to fall by the wayside.
He follows the gentle push, walks into the living room and watches the forger take a seat. Eames is looking at him with hunger and a touch of something else he can't quite put his finger on.
Briefly, he hesitates, wondering why the fuck he did this. But he did it and he's not going to renege on his decision from nerves. Stepping over, he carefully slides into Eames' lap, hands just lightly on his shoulders. ]
[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.]
[ Just a few moments ago, he'd been thinking about Eames' warm palms, how it radiated off of his skin all the way to his fingertips. The sensation doubles as those hands come to rest on his waist and he can't help but notice how big they are in comparison. They can't quite wrap around his waist, but they'd make a good effort and the rush of arousal he feels at that is heady, intoxicating.
Eames leans back then, words a murmur, and Arthur lets him look, keeps his gaze as steady as he can. Even though it feels like his heart is trying to climb up his throat and make itself known. And then they're kissing again, soft at first before it slides into more desperate territory. Arthur angles his mouth a little better, licks at Eames' bottom lip, slides his tongue across the other's. It's been a while since he's done this, but his body remembers with alarming clarity.
Groaning into it, he settles his weight into his lap more, can't help the little shift of his hips. ]
[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.]
[ Somewhere, he knows this is courting trouble. His instincts as a point man are blaring, the frantic waving of mental red flags matching the uptick of his pulse. They're here to work, to pull a fast one over the mark down the street with no one the wiser. He's playing a role and so is Eames, affection a switch that's flipped on or off depending on who they're around.
And right now, it's no one but them. An audience of two with bated breath, with the rasp of skin against cloth, the wet sound of kisses.
He should pull away before this goes further. Before they both veer off track into something that's less professional and more personal.
But then Eames is groaning into his mouth, slotting hips against his own, and Arthur can barely see straight let alone think about any consequences. Deft fingers undo his shirt and he just lets him, reaching out to untuck Eames' shirt from his trousers. He pushes his hands under the fabric, rucking it up as he slides his palms to the forger's stomach. Taking a second, he ducks away from the kiss to breathe and to grind down into Eames' lap, the friction going straight to his cock. ]
[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.]
[ This was why he'd restrained himself before. Why he'd exercised such self control. Arthur had never been worried about hating it, only concerned about the opposite. That he'd spiral, undone, as soon as Eames put his hands on him.
As it turns out, he's right. Right now, he doesn't care. Can't find a single reason to stop, especially not when Eames' hands are so warm on his skin, when they're grinding together, erections pressed against the seams of their trousers. ]
Okay, yeah, yes.
[ He tilts his head away, gives the forger better access to where he's mouthing at his neck and something flares hot in his belly when he thinks about any marks he might leave. Reluctantly, he disentangles himself, sliding out of Eames' lap on shaky legs. If he's going all in, he's not going to get fucked on the couch when there's perfectly good beds upstairs. ]
Come on. [ His tone is low, voice a little rough from lust. Eames looks just as affected and that gives him a thrill, how much he can shred his normally unflappable demeanor. When he gets up to his room, he sheds his pants and underwear, shrugs his shirt off, leaves it all on the floor. ]
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Date: 2018-06-24 06:52 am (UTC)We should. Um... Let's make some breakfast first and work on it, hm?
[He's moving closer now, trying to get Arthur used to him being in his space.] What would you like this morning?
[He holds his hand up, slowly, so Arthur can see what he's doing, and moves to brush back a piece of Arthur's hair.]
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Date: 2018-07-01 04:21 am (UTC)[ Arthur barely stops himself from rolling his eyes. Of course he'd make that joke. Of course. He smiles a bit into his coffee. ]
Well, after I finished my requisite three cups, I was going to make eggs. [ Please help him he has a caffeine problem. Though from how awkwardly he slept last night, he's really going to need it to be awake today.
Though he does notice Eames shift a little closer, their shoulders nearly touching at the bit of counter they're both occupying. Part of him bristles, but he ignores it. Then there's the light brush of fingers, pushing some of his non-gelled hair away from his face. At the contact, his mind goes a bit blank, mouth dry. He shouldn't have this much power, not with something seemingly insignificant.
Yet, with all of his pushing away and his contact issues, he wants nothing more than to press the side of his face into Eames' palm.
Carefully, he pulls away instead, a light flush appearing along his cheeks. ]
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Date: 2018-07-01 04:56 am (UTC)You need to lean into it. Not pull away.
[He clears his throat, tries to look unimpressed, because maybe he can egg Arthur on in this.]
Anyway, I know you're fighting your instincts but you're going to have to do better than that
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Date: 2018-07-01 05:07 am (UTC)[ He does, he really does. And he'd been so tempted to do just that a second ago. Truthfully, the temptation remains even now. More than part of him wonders what it would be like to lean into Eames, to nose right in under his jaw. Would he smell like soap and warmth? Or that aftershave he uses sometimes?
For a second, he frowns, mouth turning down at the corners from the response. It sounds like he's being egged on. ]
Eames.
[ It comes out a bit sharp, a warning. But then, isn't he supposed to be learning from this? Arthur breathes out a sigh, expression relaxing away from its severity, shoulders dropping as he forcefully drains the tension. ]
Alright, let's try that again.
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Date: 2018-07-01 05:16 am (UTC)Oh. Right, yes. [It takes a minute for Eames' mind to catch up with all this, but then finally he reaches up and trails his fingers over his cheekbone, hardly daring to breath.]
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Date: 2018-07-01 05:36 am (UTC)Thankfully, Eames takes that possibility out of his hands for a second, the light touch another try. This time, he caves with increments, first turning his cheek into his palm. The forger's hands are big and warm, fingertips a little calloused from working with them as much as he does. Arthur catches his eyes sliding shut as he leans into it more, but doesn't fight it. ]
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Date: 2018-07-01 06:01 am (UTC)Arthur's eyes slip closed, and Eames feels brave like this] Good. So good.
[He licks over his bottom lip nervously, his voice quiet but so close.] I'm going to kiss your cheek.
[And then he's leaning in to do so, lips soft and warm on Arthur's cheek, if Arthur lets him. He's so close to him that he can smell him, scents he recognizes from the shower, and he looks far too attractive all put together. It's hard not to just give in to these wants.]
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Date: 2018-07-01 06:27 am (UTC)And here, there's another level they're stepping up to. Arthur keeps his eyes closed, knowing the forger isn't going to do anything he'd hate. Or if he does, he can tell him and he won't get pressed about it.
A warm rush slides down his spine at the praise, enough that there's a minute shudder. They shouldn't be so powerful, not with how mundane it is, how odd it is to be called good for such a small action.
(Then again, he rarely hears compliments or praise. And if he does, he doesn't normally take them to heart).
He stays still, heart beating loud enough he thinks Eames might be able to hear it. Especially when he feels the kiss, just a light pressure. It feels like something inside him collapses; his stubbornness, maybe. Before he can doubt his decision, he pulls away slowly, sets his mug on the counter as an absent second-thought. ]
Couch.
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Date: 2018-07-01 06:48 am (UTC)He's not really sure what's happening, exactly, but his head is spinning with all he wants to do to Arthur, how much he wants to kiss him. He sits down on the couch, looking up Arthur without touching him but with an intensity in his eyes that he's never shown Arthur.]
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Date: 2018-07-01 08:56 am (UTC)He follows the gentle push, walks into the living room and watches the forger take a seat. Eames is looking at him with hunger and a touch of something else he can't quite put his finger on.
Briefly, he hesitates, wondering why the fuck he did this. But he did it and he's not going to renege on his decision from nerves. Stepping over, he carefully slides into Eames' lap, hands just lightly on his shoulders. ]
Is this okay?
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Date: 2018-07-02 04:58 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-07-02 05:18 am (UTC)Eames leans back then, words a murmur, and Arthur lets him look, keeps his gaze as steady as he can. Even though it feels like his heart is trying to climb up his throat and make itself known. And then they're kissing again, soft at first before it slides into more desperate territory. Arthur angles his mouth a little better, licks at Eames' bottom lip, slides his tongue across the other's. It's been a while since he's done this, but his body remembers with alarming clarity.
Groaning into it, he settles his weight into his lap more, can't help the little shift of his hips. ]
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Date: 2018-07-02 06:05 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-07-08 07:11 am (UTC)And right now, it's no one but them. An audience of two with bated breath, with the rasp of skin against cloth, the wet sound of kisses.
He should pull away before this goes further. Before they both veer off track into something that's less professional and more personal.
But then Eames is groaning into his mouth, slotting hips against his own, and Arthur can barely see straight let alone think about any consequences. Deft fingers undo his shirt and he just lets him, reaching out to untuck Eames' shirt from his trousers. He pushes his hands under the fabric, rucking it up as he slides his palms to the forger's stomach. Taking a second, he ducks away from the kiss to breathe and to grind down into Eames' lap, the friction going straight to his cock. ]
Oh fuck.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:37 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2018-07-12 03:47 am (UTC)As it turns out, he's right. Right now, he doesn't care. Can't find a single reason to stop, especially not when Eames' hands are so warm on his skin, when they're grinding together, erections pressed against the seams of their trousers. ]
Okay, yeah, yes.
[ He tilts his head away, gives the forger better access to where he's mouthing at his neck and something flares hot in his belly when he thinks about any marks he might leave. Reluctantly, he disentangles himself, sliding out of Eames' lap on shaky legs. If he's going all in, he's not going to get fucked on the couch when there's perfectly good beds upstairs. ]
Come on. [ His tone is low, voice a little rough from lust. Eames looks just as affected and that gives him a thrill, how much he can shred his normally unflappable demeanor. When he gets up to his room, he sheds his pants and underwear, shrugs his shirt off, leaves it all on the floor. ]