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[lakoffselephant]

The pull of sleep was strong on Arthur too; his entire body was exhausted by the time Eames gently pulled out of him. That motion itself made him whine a little in the back of his throat, the sound muffled by Eames' mouth on his. He was breathing heavily, still, when the kiss ended and Eames demanded his attention. Arthur had to force his eyes to

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[lakoffselephant]

Arthur watched Eames wake slowly - something he'd seen the man do many times if he was kicked out of a dream before the forger. But now, there was something very different about the way Eames came back to reality, softer and less rushed. Arthur was smiling down at him, well, he was until that strong arm snaked around his waist and tugged him back into the middle of the bed. His body tensed not out of protest but out of soreness and Arthur had to twist quite a bit to get comfortable under Eames' arm and against his side.

"Eames," he breathed, tone fond in spite of the soreness. "Eames come on, wake up. You said you wanted to see how I spend my time out here." He laid back down, though, and shifted (slowly) until he was laying nose to nose with the larger man. "That includes showering." For whatever reason, Arthur felt compelled to nuzzle his nose right up against the straight line of Eames', a surge of affection for the drowsy man welling up under his skin. It was competing with that itch to get clean.

In the silence, Arthur just breathed in the overwhelming satisfying scent of Eames and himself still lingering in the air and sheets around them. Breathed in that scent and thought of how fast this had happened and how fast it didn't actually happen because this had been years in the making. Instead of panicking, he was thinking of what he could make them for breakfast after they shower... If he could convince Eames to get up and out of bed, that was. "The shower's plenty big for both of us. I'll even was your hair."

[forgerart]

Eames smirked when he was able to pull Arthur down, enjoying his warmth just a few more moments before they were going to be awake and moving about. He hadn't slept this well in years and he wanted to bask in it with the other man if possible. With a deep intake of air, he roused further, blinking his eyes a few times as he listened to the pointman.

"I'm awake." he spoke in a gravelly voice, clearing his throat for a second to get it working properly. The premise of spending the day with Arthur to do run of the mill, mundane activities was highly appealing. If he gave it more thought, that, in contrast with operating high-powered weapons seemed like a joke. "You spend your day showering? I'd have to say you'd be bordering on OCD." Eames joked as he kept his face close to Arthur's, a large hand roaming along the dip of the other man's back, feeling that warmth breath exchanged each time they inhaled and expelled air from their lungs.

He focused with more intent to look at Arthur's face, memorizing those dimples and the structure of his face should anything unpleasant happen after they showered. Still, the invitation he heard put him at ease yet again. Maybe this really would work. "Let's go, darling." he gave a one sided grin, lightly slapping Arthur's thigh before he finally rolled over to stand up and take that shower with the one person he wanted after all these years.

[lakoffselephant]

"I'm not even going to tell you how lowsy that joke was," he said with a huff of laughter. It was all too easy to feel comfortabe in the warm pre-dawn air. The shiver that coursed through him at the sound of Eames' deep, gravelly voice was a surprise to Arthur and he unconsciously shifted closer to the man. He felt a little drunk, too content almost with the way they seemed to easily coexist in what was just yesterday his space. But he arched into that dexterous hand, welcoming the other man's touch with a quiet groan; the sound born of satisfaction from being touched and soreness simultaneously.

Though he wanted to squirm under that penetrating gaze, Arthur met it and kept smiling. He let out another laugh when Eames slapped at his leg and retaliated by shoving at the man's side with the flat of his foot to try and push him off of the bed. If anything, he was getting used to the feeling of being well fucked and he would never get tired of that feeling. "Oh, so now you're eager to get your ass up now that I offered to wash your hair."

Once he was out of the comfort zone that was his bed for good, Arthur shuffled barefoot and naked toward the bathroom knowing Eames would be hot on his heels. He only stopped to grab a washcloth and towels from the hutch just outside of the small bathroom, and once in the bathroom to turn the water on in the tub. It took a minute or two for the water to heat up and in the meantime he checked himself out in the mirror, fingers raised to the bounty of marks Eames had laid on his throat and under his jaw. A small part of him thrilled at the sight, though another was mildly annoyed that no matter what he wore they would show.

[forgerart]

Eames looked smug and completely proud of himself, not over the joke, but because he made Arthur laugh. For years, he'd gotten to know the stoic side of the other man, but the softer part of his personality was really what made the forger so curious. Now he would be able to explore those facets with freedom; at least as much as Arthur would allow, but the larger man had the slight feeling he had been given some permission into those complex layers starting the night before.

The large hand on Arthur's body remained in place a while longer before he finally decided to moveand get into that shower, a low chuckle leaving his dry lips when he felt the man's foot dig into his side, though he didn't budge too much. "It was a very convincing offer," he mused, not bothering with any clothing as he followed Arthur, just as naked and letting his eyes roam all over the pointman's bare form. It didn't take long for him to feel profoundly aroused.

He stood by the doorway, silently watching as Arthur inspected himself in the mirror after the water was left running. Soon, vapor filled the room and Eames shut the door behind them. Walking closer to Arthur, he slipped an arm around his torso from behind, glancing at both of their reflections, slowly eyeing the marks he'd left. "I do believe you look amazing like this." he smiled for a second, releasing him before he turned around to get into the warm shower, waiting for Arthur to join him as he soaked under the spray.

[[and random, but i just wanted to say thanks for being such a steady rp partner! ]]

[lakoffselephant]

He met Eames' gaze in the mirror, dimples showing up on his face as he just smiled and accepted the compliment. And if his cheeks flooded with color, he would blame it on the heat of the shower, definitely. But he undeniably leaned into the older man's touch, liking the feel of that strong arm wrapped around him enough to settle his hand on Eames' forearm to keep it pressed low against his stomach as long as possible.

Following Eames into the shower, drawing the curtain closed he easily maneuvered past the larger man to situate himself under the hot spray of water. He didn't quite care if that made him rude. It was a glorious feeling - the water washing away the tacky sensation of dried sweat and come as he brushed his hand over his abdomen. Not that he wanted to wash off the evidence of their time together, he was just looking to get rid of the mild discomfort. Arthur turned after prolonged moment of hogging the water to reach out and touch Eames, his hands settling on the man's hips to tug him forward a little.

"I've got some errands to run this morning - you're more than welcome to come with me, if you'd like." Arthur couldn't help himself and he let his fingers spread out over the expanse of warm skin beneath his hands and even slid his palms back a bit to casually rest his hands on Eames ass. It's one thing to be touching each other in the middle of sex, but outside of that endorphin fueled lust (not that he wasn't aroused by the mere sight of Eames standing naked in front of him, because he was) he was able to appreciate the finer details. The scars and birthmarks that he missed last night were caressed by a fingertip or the pad of his thumb. And the more he touched Eames the more he wanted to keep touching him, so Arthur reluctantly pulled his hands away to grab a washcloth to at least make it productive touching.

[[<3!!! I love playing with you and am always happy to see your replies in my email. Thank you for being awesome.]]

[forgerart]

There was something about those dimples that drove Eames crazy. He wanted to see them all the time, because it meant that Arthur was smiling. That was the cheesy excuse, the more obscene one would be that he wanted to see them as he rubbed his cock against Arthur's cheek. Eames was a man who enjoyed physicality, after all, but wherever his thoughts strayed, they involved Arthur in some way or another. Even when they only met up for jobs, the pointman would remain on the forger's mind for months to come, usually until they worked together again. Rinse, repeat.

Now, though, the only rinse and repeat he had to worry about would be for the shampoo in Arthur's bathroom. Once they were both inside, Eames had no problem surrendering space so Arthur could be the first one to stand under the spray of water. In fact, it was better that way. He was able to take in Arthur's body like this, drenched and slick and perfect. He smiled to himself, waiting, thinking, until a pair of hands pulled him closer.

He moved easily to occupy a spot next to Arthur, both hands already finding themselves curved over different parts of Arthur's body; namely one side of his waist and the other on his arm. Eames was large, with a rough yet defined build, several scars, faded birthmarks and freckles scattered along his wide back and shoulders. Eames was in no rush to get clean, but maybe Arthur would have something to say about the waste of water. "I'll go. Unless you want me to wait for you on the couch while I read one of your very boring books." he joked, eyes following the lines of Arthur's body. "You look better than any dream I could've created for myself." he said after a moment. Perhaps it was random but he didn't see the point of holding back the thought.

[[ thanks so much! and thank you for your patience, as well, haha ]]

[lakoffselephant]

Arthur will never easily admit that he kept close tabs on Eames when they weren't working together, just in case he ever needed a forger for a job. Or for any other reason that he was too cowardly to move on. But none of that mattered right now. They always found each other for jobs and he didn't have to count himself a coward any longer as he carefully lathered up the washcloth and pressed it to Eames' broad chest. With splayed fingers beneath that soapy cloth, Arthur gave the other man a playful little push (not enough force to move him at all) at the jab against his books.

"I would rather you come with me, but if you're going to get snarky with me..." he trailed off with a very empty threat. Like everything else he did, he washed Eames with a critical eye for detail, though his gaze was warm and fond as he watched heavy lather slide down that well defined chest. Though his gaze was drawn upward at that sudden bout of affection. "Oh? And this coming from the man who claims to have a very good imagination." Dealing with compliments was never Arthur's forte.

But he was still smiling. "A very big compliment, then. I would say the same to you, but you know me." Arthur took care to pass the washcloth over every bit of skin on Eames' torso, over each shoulder and down each arm to each the tip of every one of his fingers. There was an inherent amount of care expressed in the way he handled the other man's body, only stopping the man from touching him for a few moments at a time. "I lack imagination, so that's not really a compliment to you." His sarcasm was boundless, though it wasn't barbed or angry today. Arthur was content, happy, and so very pleased with this turn of events.

Though he was most certainly avoiding washing Eames' groin - if only to uphold the pretense of being serious - it was only a matter of time before he caved and carefully drew the soapy cloth down his stomach. Making sure to keep eye contact, Arthur took Eames' cock into his hand, the cloth a rather meager barrier between their skin.

[[more than happy to wait for a great player!]]

[forgerart]

Eames laughed when he was udged, not minding it in the least since it was just the way he and Arthur related to each other; at least until the night before, thinking they had added yet another, more complex layer to their relationship. Despite being unsure of where it would lead to, there was a slow burning in his veins, the kind that made him feel like something had to happen. There was no way he'd go back unless Arthur explicitly told him to go.

"Hey. Hey, hey." Eames laughed, letting himself get soaped up by Arthur's hands, "You're just as cheeky, darling, since I first met you." he smirked, licking his wet lips as he watched Arthur's fingers, not bothering to answer the other's words after his sudden admission. Arthur could deal with it however he wanted; Eames had finally said it outloud and that was good enough for the forger.

"Mm, I know some about you." he murmured, a statement that hinted at him wanting to know even more, and if they were able to spend more time together, then Eames would make it a mission to learn more. He let the other man continue, the water just background noise since every one of his senses was focused on Arthur; on tensing muscles to show off a little, then relaxing again as long fingers touched the defined lines and hard dips of his body. Eames had never seen such interest. Arthur could give him a million verbal retorts, but Eames wouldn't take any to heart, not with the care the other man was displaying physically.

When his cock was held, Eames' back straightened, keeping his gaze on Arthur as he stood closer to him, one hand gripping the man's waist before he leaned in. At first it was a slight brush of their noses, then lips, Eames giving him a brief, knowing smile before connecting their lips, slow and steady as he pressed himself forward.

[lakoffselephant]

It seemed that Eames could get what he wanted, and while Arthur normally admired his singularly minded ways (or begrudged them because sometimes it was just insane), he knew that he was the focus of it now. It should be unnerving or raise his hackles to fight and run, but he was comfortable and almost flattered. That level of comfort that he felt with Eames wasn't something that he ever anticipated or necessarily ever felt before with any other romantic fling in his life. Not that he wanted Eames to be a fling - certainly not at this point. Not when he's let the other man into his world outside of work and allowed him to get to know him better.

The way Eames flexed kept him smiling, amused by the display even though it wasn't necessary. "Cheeky?" He laughed quietly, finding himself to be in a very good mood. Without another word he continued to gently stroke Eames' cock with the cloth in his hand. The air around them was heavy with steam and lust and Arthur shuddered with a sudden thrill as the other man shifted closer to him. There was such affection in the way their noses brushed and he couldn't help but close his eyes and follow Eames' lead.

The kiss was slow and breathtaking, he didn't know how long it lasted, or how it ended, but Arthur ended up with his forehead pressed to Eames' soapy shoulder. It was heady and a little disorienting, like an unexpected kick. Not one to be shy or coy, Arthur turned his face up to kiss along Eames' jaw in a quasi-apology, though he doesn't even know what he's apologizing for. Maybe he was a little overwhelmed. But he took a moment to collect himself, drew his hand away from the forger's cock to toss the washcloth aside before wrapping his bare, soapy fingers around the man's length again.

Stroking him without reservation, he leaned in closer for another kiss, this time taking a little more control.

[forgerart]

This was the kind of thing Eamed had dreamed about, too. While the physical aspect was something he had been curious about enough to set up a whole surreal world for, this kind of relationship had also been part of his dreams. Mundane, relaxing, playful. "Very cheeky." he chuckled under his breath. It was a whole new side to Eames, one that was usually kept under wraps, and it had been so long since it's last surface that even Eames himself forgot it was there at all.

The enticing touch made Eames' breath pick up slightly, his muscles tensing and relaxing within a few seconds as Arthur stroked his cock with the washcloth; the sensation of the material against his flesh was a turn on, but he longed to feel skin against skin instead. He leaned in for that kiss, adding to the heightened awareness of Arthur with him, touching, kissing him and now bringing him to an all welcome stiffness.

The kiss fused into softer exchanges until he wasn't sure how Arthur ended up kissing his jaw, though he didn't mind in the least. Eames had a penchant for affection, and receiving it from the man he wanted most was, in the most cliche of ways, a dream come true. Finally the damn washcloth was gone and Arthur's hand replaced it, strong hips pushing into that palm to let Arthur feel the wet texture of his cock as he grew harder.

"Fuck..." he managed to breathe out before his mouth was claimed, letting out a low grunt against Arthur's warm, enveloping mouth as Eames' hands slid down the pointman's bare back, cupping his ass then letting his fingers trail up to feel his spine.

[lakoffselephant]

Arthur hadn't even thought that something like this was a possibility, let alone within his grasp (metaphorically and literally at the moment). He only has a tenuous grasp on what was really happening here - how he was letting Eames get closer and closer to him, and the fact that he has no idea how to take any of it back. But he doesn't even want to take it back. Doesn't want to retreat back into his solidarity now that he knew what it was like to be with Eames, what he believed to be a genuine, no-bullshit, Eames.

If pressed, he would blame his scattered thoughts and sluggish reactions on the heat and steam of the shower. Though his reactions sharpened as he tried to catalog the feel of Eames' hardening cock in his hand, slick with residual soap. He smirked against Eames' mouth for a moment, pleased at all of those delightful sounds the other man was making.

His back arched instinctively at the way Eames stroked his back, and he shamelessly canted his hips back to press his ass insistently into those large capable hands. The way Eames was touching him was intoxicating and Arthur just wanted more. The kisses between them were definitely heated but also soft and affectionate and with Arthur feeling a little more in control and centered he gave in easily to the inclination to be almost tender with Eames.

He was growing hard just from touching Eames and the hands exploring his back. Arthur nipped gently at the man's full lower lip before backing off just a little and letting go of Eames' cock just so he can get down on his knees. It was a cautious descent, of course, his hand planted on Eames' hip for balance lest he slip on the slick enameled surface of the shower floor.

Feeling a little pushy, he used that hand to guide the other man back enough so the spray of the shower would hit his back instead of the top of his head as he bent down to trace the curve of Eames' cock with his tongue - more testing the other's reaction than teasing. There was so much he needed to know about Eames, and how he liked to be touched and mouthed at was important.

finally. agh i'm sorry! it was some crazy time.

[forgerart]

For Eames to bring up questions right now seemed silly, and uncalled for; if he really thought about it, he didn't even know what he'd want to ask. While part of him did like to know what he was getting into, especially in their line of work, an event of this magnitude with Arthur wasn't something he wanted to question. He knew why he was there; it wasn't fortituous or a coincidence. He didn't have to ask himself why or how. It was all clear in his mind. Wherever Arthur was, that's where Eames wanted to be. If it took him a while to convey that to Arthur, he'd do it, as long as Arthur allowed it.

Discussions concerning feelings didn't seem befitting of either of them, and so Eames let his physicality take over for that part. His hands gripped Arthur's ass firmly, kneading skin, the hold tightening when he felt the other man push back into his hands for a brief moment. Though it was only a glimpse, he saw Arthur reacting to the touches, so he reached out to try and grab that half-hard length, a belated attempt since Arthur was already shifting down onto his knees. Instead, that hand reached for the other man's arm to help him get down without injury, but once Arthur was properly on his knees, Eames glanced down to take in that erotic sight, his fingers threading into wet strands of hair.

Seeing his cock so close to Arthur's mouth made a jolt shoot up Eames' spine, lower lip sucked into his mouth for a second before his hips rocked forward. "Took so damn long..." he murmured, his voice no more than a raspy whisper as he saw that flash of pink tongue against his cock. Instantly, the hard flesh twitched, growing harder just from that slight wetness. His hand remained on Arthur's head, more as some kind of protection from the spray of water than anything else, but after a moment Eames reached over to lower the pressure. He didn't want to hear the noise of water over the slick sounds of Arthur's mouth on him. His hips pushed forward slowly, creating a slow but steady pace, silently indicating how much he wanted this.

It's more than fine - I've been ridiculously busy learning my new job anyway <3

[lakoffselephant]

The more that Eames touched him, the more Arthur wanted him to never stop. Eames' hands were broad and dextrous, warm against his skin and Arthur briefly canted his head back to press into the curve of that palm against his neck though the touch was fleeting. But he didn't let himself get distracted for too long, he rarely did. His gaze flickered up to catch the way Eames worried his obscenely plush lower lip before muttering something that he really couldn't decipher but didn't need to because he got the point anyway.

Though he was staring up at Eames long enough so that when the man's hips moved forward his cock brushed awkwardly against his mouth and Arthur ended up laughing. His cheeks dimpled for a moment, almost embarrassed. The hand he had settled on Eames' hip slid down to the thick muscle of his thigh, fingers gripping slick skin and pressing into that impressive bulk as he made sure to properly acquaint his mouth with the entirety of Eames' cock with open mouthed kisses along the length of it.

If anything, Arthur was hard because of the way Eames was reacting to him. The knowledge that he was somehow earning those rumbling sounds as he started to give the forger head in earnest was thrilling. His free hand eventually made its way around the base of the forger's dick to hold it steady as he closed his mouth around the head. Eames tasted mildly like the soap he'd used to clean him with, but Arthur didn't care. Though he let Eames guide his mouth onto his cock, he resisted falling into that slow but steady pace easily.

Of course Arthur was going to do things his way, even if he relented eventually to give Eames precisely what he wanted. But only because it was what he wanted, too. Arthur wanted, he found as he sucked noisily at the other man's cock, to make Eames feel as good as he could (and wash his hair, but that could wait).

I hope that's going awesome!

[forgerart]

The laugh caused Eames to chuckle, even if he was still largely turned on, he was grounded by these small, mundane details, and well, Arthur's laugh was incredibly pleasant. Plus, that brush of air against his cock was quite nice, too. He managed to glance down just in time to see those dimples form in Arthur's cheeks, and the sight was just as incredible as the first time; granted, the first time he saw them, he had done his best to maintain a casual expression, but now that his feelings lacked a restraint, he reached down for a brief touch.

Fingers touched the side of Arthur's face, a low rumble of a groan leaving the back of Eames throat as the other man took impressive care to press each kiss along the hard length. Such a gesture was almost endearing if it wasn't for Arthur's sinfully sexy mouth. Perhaps he lacked a certain finesse in his reactions, but this was no inception, extraction, nothing dream related, only pure, unfiltered want, and Eames was stripped raw of his usual composure as his fingers gripped damp strands of hair, thick legs apart to allow more room.

Despite closing his eyes a few times, Eames forced them open to look down at what the pointman was doing, turned on by the sight of his stiff cock entering and leaving Arthur's mouth, the sounds obscene and amplified by the shower tiles so Eames was having an auditory feast as the other man sucked him noisily. Both hands sunk into the back of Arthur's hair, stomach caving in every now and then. "Did you ever think of this?" his voice broke through the wet sucking sounds.

It's going well! I hope you're doing well, too.

[lakoffselephant]

Arthur shuffled closer, if possible, when Eames spread his legs further apart, filling in that space almost eagerly. What he may have lacked in technique he made up for with happy enthusiasm, sucking as he pulled back so his cheeks hollowed out around Eames. His hand slipped down off of Eames' thigh tI'his own and it was only a matter of time before he pressed the heel of his palm down heavily against his cock, unable to resist the temptation to touch himself as he sucked Eames off.

His eyes had closed between one moment and the next, but he purposefully looked up as he drew back when Eames sort of asked him a question. There was an obscene wet popping sound as he pulled his mouth off of Eames suddenly, lips spit slick and reddened. Arthur's voice was rough and low when he answered, eyes trained on the forger's handsome face. "Did I ever think about sucking your cock?" Simultaneously, he pressed his hand down more on his cock as he stroked his other hand over Eames' - still slick with his saliva. "Yes. God yes."

Voice dropping even further, he moaned as his own pleasure piqued, thoroughly enjoying every moment of this. "You don't even know," he breathed out before leaning back in to pay an extraordinary amount of attention to the head of the forger's erection, tonguing at all of the sensitive spots he noticed made the man particularly vocal. Between the sounds of his heartbeat hard in his ears and wetness of his mouth around Eames, the sounds coming from deep in the forger's throat were driving him rapidly toward coming without much provocation.

[forgerart]

Eames figured it wasn't the most comfortable place for a blowjob but with Arthur licking him up in such a way made it impossible for the larger man to get him to stop. He'd just have to make it up to him somehow, because he was sure that Arthur would be much more pleased with what Eames could manage to do than to have to resort to jerking off. For now, it was the only thing possible, so the forger pressed the side of his leg against the other's shoulder and arm for more contact.

Arthur's lips were a bit sloppy and pleasantly slick, sliding smoothly along his erection and even if the technique wasn't pefect, Eames would've never guessed so. This was perfect to him, and he wouldn't trade it for anything else. One of his hands reached down to touch Arthur's full lower lip when he eased up on blowing him, some wicked sensation pooling in the forger's stomach where he briefly wanted to slam his entire length down the other's throat upon hearing the admission. He didn't, though, and instead rocked his hips forward. "All yours, darling." he grinned.

"I want to know." he added just before his eyes closed and his head tipped back against the tiled wall, focusing on the wet sounds of Arthur's mouth on his cock, mixed with his own low rumbling grunts while he threaded his fingers into the pointman's damp hair, tugging it as he grew closer to orgasm. "Are you going to swallow me up, Arthur? Did you think about that, too?" he groaned, lifting his head to look at the other man in those moments of boiling heat uncoiling and spreading along every fiber of his body.