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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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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.

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Eyes wide, breathing through his nose as Arthur tried not to break that eye contact. Licking and suckling as he moved, sliding down and taking more until he very nearly choked himself, groaning instead.

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"Easy," Eames murmurs, hands stroking down from his head to his chin, holding him still for a second. Eames is gentle with his touch, fingers smoothing over Arthur's skin like he'd like to get under it, find the lock. When he moves his hips forward it's very careful, letting his eyes flutter closed, "So beautiful."

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It wasn't that Arthur wanted it over with but that he was eager to give Eames what he might enjoy. Pulling back as he looked up at Eames, eyes glistening even before that slow, easy press and he was moaning once more, suckling at his lover as his tongue ran along the vein.

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"Trying nnn-not to hurt you, darling. Not criticquing, pr-promise," he retorts, still cupping Arthur's jaw as the other man sucks him down. It's a blissful feeling and Eames can't help but less his eyes flutter closed.

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Arthur nearly paused, looking up at Eames. Suckling just at the head as he stroked the length of that beautiful, thick cock even as he stroked along the line of his thigh, up against the curve of his ass.

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His toes curl up against the ground, trying to keep himself still and balanced enough that he can enjoy this and not be rough. His panting is rough, shallow, as though he doesn't want to be heard.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he whispers, still stroking his cheek.

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In the end, Arthur wasn't thinking about how he looked. He was thinking about how he could make Arthur feel good, what he could do for his lover and his enjoyment of it all. So he groaned, sliding down until the flared head of the cock hit his throat again, not choking this time but not trying to go further. Sliding and suckling, taking as much as he could.

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"Arthur -," he hums, disjointed sound getting lost in his throat as his boyfriend draws him in with the flat of his tongue. It's hot and warm and tight, fierce heat and he'll never get tired of it, he doubts he ever could.

Warmth pools in his stomach, thighs shaking slightly from keeping upright and holding himself too still, and he's already so close, body wound up tight like a spring ready to let go.

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Slowly he withdrew, staring up at Eames with limpid eyes and swollen lips. "A cruel man would leave you right here, put you spread legged and face down down over one of the lounge chairs and screw you until you came off for him," he said, voice tight from taking too much.

"Now to decide if I'm a cruel man."

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"You're wicked," Eames points out, breathing hitched in his chest, "You always have been."

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That made him smile. "So different now though, isn't it?" Pushing to his feet with a grin. "Turn around then," he murmured softly.

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He does as he's told with a little wink before he moves, heel squeakaing a little. When he looks over his shoulder, he's grinning. "You know me, always got time for different."

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"Sometimes that different isn't as enjoyable as this," he pointed out with a soft laugh. "Like some of those shirts. Certainly different and yet.." His hands slid over Eames' hips. "Kick off your shoes."

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Leaning back into the touch, Eames hums and does as he's told, sliding his shoes off and kicking them further away to a clear space. Twisting, he grazes his lips over Arthur's jaw, humming softly.

"Well, if you want me to be shirtless all the time love, all you needed to do was ask."

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"Isn't that how you already live life," he asked, wrapping his arms around Eames, sliding his hands over his lover's chest with a sigh, kissing the back of his neck.