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[domsconsigliere]

It had been a long day, the meeting with the clients hadn't gone at all well, mostly because they were behind schedule, not badly, but enough that it would cause problems if they didn't get a new architect and soon

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[slipin2yourskin]

There's a low growl at the feel of those fingers tightening in his hair jerking his head back. The shifter reaches down and grips the vampire's thighs in a tight grip, even as he feels those fangs sink into his throat. He knows better than to try and jerk away. Doing so would only hurt him anyway.

[domsconsigliere]

Arthur's knees were bracketing the other man's hips, and he was wrapped up enough in his feeding that he likely didn't even notice the hold on his thighs, the almost growl finally breaking through into an actual growl, the hand in Eames' hair tugging again, fangs digging that much deeper.

Under normal circumstances he wasn't quite so rough about it, but under normal circumstances he hadn't gone quite as long without feeding.

[slipin2yourskin]

That grip tightens as those fangs deepen in his throat. He's not used to the hard tug of that hand in his hair, that arm wrapped tightly around his waist. That roughness gets a low and dangerous growl out of the wolf, his grip tightening even more.

[domsconsigliere]

It wasn't long before the half-desperate feeding slowed to something more like the usual, and even that was finally finished, fingers smoothing through Eames' hair again, licking gently at the bitemark, letting it heal as it would. Arthur's own skin was finally more than room temperature, not quite warm enough to be human, but definitely not cold.

[slipin2yourskin]

The wolf doesn't really say anything to any of what is going on. Those eyes close and he just leans back against that warming skin. Oh he's pretty sure that wasn't the last of it. Not that he's thinking about that now. There's nothing to think about to be honest. Except that he was in trouble.

[domsconsigliere]

"What have I told you about keeping yourself accessible?" He asked quietly, chin hooked over Eames' shoulder, fingers still carding gently through his hair. It definitely wasn't over, but he wanted to make sure that Eames knew exactly what he was in trouble for.

[slipin2yourskin]

"Keep my phone on at all times just in case you decide you have the munches." He quips. "That way no one dies and there's no need for any bloody clean up."

[domsconsigliere]

That wasn't exactly how Arthur had phrased it, but it was close enough, and he nodded, "And when I give you an order?"

[slipin2yourskin]

Of course it wasn't how Arthur had phrased it. Eames had to put his own little spin on it. "Adhere to the bloody order when given."

[domsconsigliere]

"So that's twice today you've broken the rules. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just drain you dry." He was running his mouth along the unmarked side of Eames' throat, fingers still petting through his hair, though the threat of catching hold again was still there.

[slipin2yourskin]

"If you drained me dry you'd end up eating someone that wasn't so lovely to deal with and you'd have a lot to clean up. You really hate cleaning up your own messes." He says with a slight smirk.

[domsconsigliere]

That was a fair point, but he'd hardly say as much. What he said instead was: "So what do you think is a suitable punishment?" His tone was still level, almost cold.

[slipin2yourskin]

"Suitable punishment?" He asks with a raised brow, ignoring that cold level tone. "I don't believe I can make that decision, sir." Oh yeah, definitely putting himself in the dog house.

[domsconsigliere]

"I think, since you seem to have such a problem staying put, that something needs to be done to correct that." He unfolded from where he'd settled, stretching and padding over to his suitcase, "Against the headboard, Mr. Eames."

[slipin2yourskin]

"Told you I wasn't staying put while you're out gallivanting around," he growls. Though he does raise a slight brow before turning a bit, leaning comfortably back against the headboard, eyes fully on Arthur.

[domsconsigliere]

"Going to a status report meeting with our clients is hardly the same thing as gallivanting." He shot back, he returned, settling himself easily across Eames' thighs, and with two quick movements he'd handcuffed Eames' left hand to the bedframe, explaining: "Iodized silver. You'll be fine unless you do something stupid like pull at it hard enough that it breaks skin."