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For: eamesofdreams
What: Playing poolside
Warning: Adult themes and for mature audiences only.

Following Eames into the cabana, Arthur pulled the curtains closed and secured them. He knew he should be going to see Mike, see to things with him and after Tony's behavior but it was the difference in the man that Arthur had once been and who he was now. Those he answered to were secondary to him now, perhaps even less, whereas those that he loved came first and always would.

Yet he didn't move for Eames to touch and fondle. He watched him, looking a bit nervous.

"You're certain you're okay from what happened?"

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[plagiary]

Eames just snorts, rolls his eyes and reaches out to pull Arthur closer, tug the other man into his arms so he can wrap them around him.

"I've told you, it's not me he was attacking, I'm fine. Are you?"

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"Except he was. As much as he was attacking me, it was attacking you as well," he pointed out softly. "Like I said, I'm used to it but not something you deserve," he murmured softly, fingers brushing up Eames' arms and wrapping his hands around his neck.

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"Thick skinned," Eames comments, keeping Arthur's gaze, "I'm not easily wounded."

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Arthur stroked his fingers along Eames' back. "Neither am, but I care for you so dearly."

[plagiary]

Leaning in to trace a droplet of water still falling down Arthur's shoulder, the pad of his thumb brushing over his skin, "Let's forget about him, mm?"

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Arthur sighed at that touch, eyes closing at the simplicity and perfection of it. "I'm entirely for forgetting. Any way possible."

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"Is that so?" he asks with a hum, leaning in to lick the droplet still travelling down his collarbone, "Good. I can think of a few things."

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Arthur groaned softly, hands tightening where he held onto Eames. "Now see, I just want to ask what ideas you have. I do love that mind of yours."

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"Even when it's bordering on as wicked as it is right now," he replies, sliding a hand against the clinging wet fabric of his swim trunks. "Because darling, it's already there."

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"God yes." Moaning his name, hips rolling to press himself closer to Eames, hands gripping at his shoulders. "What I need right now." To not think about what had just happened, the hell his life would be if he was still in Vegas.

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Capturing his mouth with his own, Eames makes sure to be soft, gentle, framing his face with one hand as he swipes a thumb over Arthur's cheekbone. He hates seeing him so shook up, and it's Eames' own personal duty to fix that, to bring him back to life under his hands.

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Sighing softly into the kiss, leaning into Eames' touch with a sigh. Eyes closed, needing that touch, the way Eames could erase so much for him with just a touch, not even those kisses, the promise of what was coming.

[plagiary]

Nipping along his lower lip, Eames presses their bodies together, still damp from the pool, skin hot. His hands slide to the waistband of his trunks and slide underneath the hem teasingly.

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Despite the play in the pool, their teasing and making out, he hadn't thought to do this until Tony had pissed him off. Now it was all he could think about, hands sliding down to cup the hard planes of his lover's ass, jerking him close.

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Eames lets out a growl as their hips align, biting down a little on his lower lip, already achingly hard and turned on. He massages Arthur's hips underneath his fingertips, teasing him.

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Massaging that tight ass, Arthur leaned in and suckled at Eames' lower lip, rolling his hips to grinding the hard length of his cock against Eames.

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"Oh god," Eames murmurs quietly against the curve of Arthur's lips, "You're positively sinful, do you know that?"

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Not saying a word, instead dipping suddenly, shoving Eames' trunks down around his ankles as he leaned in, suckling now at his lover's thigh rather than his lip.

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He practically chokes on the desperate sound he utters as he tries to stiffle it down, extinguish it before he drags it out, makes it more obvious.

"Darling, one of these days my old ticker will give out and I'll blame you."

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"Not going to happen," he said against Eames' leg, breathing out as he turned his head, nuzzling the juncture of hip and thigh. "You're young and strong and utterly mine."

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Trying to breath through the sticky heat of the day and the feel of Arthur's breath against his skin, "I do like when you get all possessive."

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"You keep encouraging that," he noted, nuzzling the base of Eames' cock. "One day you might come to regret it," he whispered, tongue running up he length of his lover's shaft.

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Eames rocks forward on the balls of his feet, grunting out a soft and desperate sound in the back of his throat. Arthur's tongue is warm and wet and just so fucking perfect that it always gets him going. Everything the man does usually does.

"I fail to see a situation where I wouldn't - ah - adore the particular attention you pay to keeping me."

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Arthur didn't respond, leaning back enough to look up at Eames as he rose up on his knees. There was something so primal about this, so much that mixed being in control as giving everything he could for the pleasure of another.

Still staring up at Eames, his wrapped his lips around the head, sucking gently, tongue lathing over the tip.

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Placing his hand at the top of Arthur's head where his hair is drying and becoming fluffy from the heat. Curling his fingers in it, Eames' chin hits his chest as his breathing quickens.