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Yeah?

[He smiles, looking up at Arthur thoughtfully, fingertips curling in the ends of his hair.]

What were you thinking we could do?

[Arthur smiles back.]

I was thinking I could lay you out and demonstrate exactly how gorgeous I think you are tonight.

Oh.

[Well that turns his smile into a grin and Eames brings his hand around to cup Arthur's face.]

Well then, by all means.

[Arthur mirrors that grin, so thrilled that he gets to have sex with this man. His eyes drop to Eames' shirt, and he brings both hands up to start undoing his buttons. Taking his sweet time because even if he's seen him naked many times, he doesn't get tired of the reveal.]

[Eames pauses a moment, thumb brushing back and forth over Arthur's cheek before he decides to just lay back and let Arthur do what he wants.]

[Arthur shifts to hover over Eames more comfortably, bending down to start kissing Eames' neck as he works those buttons open. As soon as he finishes with the last one, he flattens his palms on Eames' stomach and pushes them up over his chest, just mapping out the body beneath him.]

[He makes a pleased noise, arching into Arthur's touch, and wraps an arm loosely around his neck. He doesn't think he'll ever get even the slightest bit bored of Arthur's hands on him, the way he touches him like he's handling something priceless.]

[If Arthur could leave a mark, that's what he'd be doing now, sucking and nipping at the skin of Eames' neck like it's the first and last time he'll ever get to do it. His hands keep moving, one of them right over the buckle of Eames' belt to cup him through his pants as he lets out a reverent hum.]

[He makes another encouraging noise, tilting his head to encourage Arthur to spend more time on that, free hand at Arthur's chest where his fingers curl in the front of his shirt.]

[Arthur's not looking to see how hard he can get Eames like this, but he is rather enjoying the process. He used to fantasize about this, about how long he'd spend just putting his hands all over Eames, and something about indulging that urge now is kind of... nostalgic, in a way. Reviving that image of Eames as something untouchable but so horribly distracting. Part of Arthur is still there.]

[But most of him is here, finally relenting on Eames' neck to kiss down his chest, smoothly bringing both hands up to his belt to get it undone and slide it out of its loops.]

[Eames is putty in his hands, watching Arthur with his lips parted, absolutely enraptured. He pushes himself up on an elbow to see him more easily, other hand pushing Arthur's hair back and resting at the back of his head.]

[Arthur smirks when he feels Eames' hand on his head, but he focuses and watches what he's doing as he undoes Eames' pants and pulls his underwear down just far enough to free his dick. He wraps his hand loosely around the base of it, admiring for a moment before he looks up at Eames, his voice genuine and deep when he speaks.]

Your cock is so gorgeous.

[He glances down just briefly, but looks back up to maintain eye contact as he takes Eames into his mouth, only closing his eyes when he sinks down and starts to slowly bob his head.]

[Eames licks his lips as he watches, eyes unblinking, taking in every moment. He swallows, almost more focused on his admiration of Arthur in this moment than anything arousing.]

As are you. [He tilts his head, keeping eye contact with a soft gaze.] Especially like this. Right now.

[Arthur opens his eyes again to look up at Eames as he drags his tongue up the underside of Eames' cock. A year or two ago he'd never have been this bold, but something about Eames... it makes him want to be really fucking good at this. It makes him want to see what Eames looks like really come undone, what he sounds like when Arthur hits all the right notes.]

[It practically goes without saying how much he loves this, loves when Arthur's like this. A soft curse on the back of a groan followed by a murmur of Arthur's name as he watches him. Eames has always been utterly shameless, seeing that reflected in Arthur does as much to get him hard as the mouth on him itself. Maybe more.]

[Arthur keeps it up until Eames is hard and then some. It's only when he tastes a bead of precum that he finally pulls his mouth off and looks up at Eames, a smirk tugging at his lips.]

You want me to stop here and fuck you? Or do you want me to get you off like this first, and then fuck you?

[Eames laughs softly at the question, as if he's in any state to make decisions. He licks his lips and gives Arthur a considering look, but he pretty much shut off any desire or ability to make any decisions the second he decided to leave everything up to Arthur.]

I want what you want.

[What Arthur really wanted was to have Eames all keyed up, but he just... really likes this. Something about giving a good blowjob is nice and rewarding, so he flashes Eames a smile and takes him back in his mouth.]

[It's not like he can't get Eames all keyed up after this. It might even help. Right now though, he's busy letting out a louder moan at the feeling of Arthur's mouth back on him.]

[Arthur indulges in every inch of Eames, using his hand to help get him off. He's moving with a purpose now, but along the way he'd really like to draw some extra good moans out of Eames.]

[Eames's hips roll up into Arthur's mouth and he swears again, head falling back with more groans.]

[Arthur moans softly and keeps it up, hollowing out his cheeks and working towards Eames' orgasm.]

[Eames' fingers tug on Arthur's hair as he gets close, moaning Arthur's name to let him know he's almost there.]

[Arthur makes an encouraging sound and doubles down on his efforts, rocking his own hips against the floor.]

[Eames comes with a low groan, head falling back and hips rolling at the same time.]

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