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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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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.

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"Believe me, darling," Eames comments but it comes out as a purr of noise, "I'd be wearing less clothes more of the time if I could."

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"Come Greece, I'm certain no one would be stopping you," he murmured as one hand slid down lower, even as the other pushed on Eames' back. "Over the chaise."

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"So demanding," Eames counters back with a lazy cluck of his tongue, but does as requested, leaning forward to curl his fingers in the back of the seat, muscles moving across his back as he does so.

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Snorting, Arthur gave one cheek a sharp slap. "You love it," he said, yet he rubbed the spot, suddenly tender as he stroked his fingers along Eames' spine. "At least I assume you do."

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"Oh," Eames breathes out, voice a little rough, "You really won't hear any complaints from me."

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He chuckled at that, giving one cheek a tap. "Just making sure. You know you can always tell me no, right?" It was a momentary hesitation brought on by what had happened with Tony and the confusion of it all.

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Eames turns his head enough to see him, fixes him with a look that's part 'are you serious?' and part 'get on with it'. Huffing out a breath, he pushes back against Arthur's hand.

"I could have you on your back with your ribs broken in two minutes, Arthur. If I wanted to say no to anything, you couldn't force it upon me. So there's nothing to feel guilty about. Are you going to fuck me, or not?"

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In truth there had been a moment, worrying he was wanting too much, pushing too hard. They were coming few and farther in between but they did happen. Leaning down over Eames, he nipped the small of his back, trailing his tongue lower, teasing.

"Maybe I should make you beg now," he said, pulling himself together emotionally and mentally. "Occurs to me too," he murmured against the curve of one cheek. "No lube on hand. Can't hurt you, can I? Never break my toys."

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"You're good to me, darling," he hums out, going breathless with anticipation, "And I will thank you in many inventive ways for it."

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"I'm desperate for you," he corrected in a low rumble, tongue flickering over that tight pucker. It wasn't something he was familiar with, never having been this intimate with anyone before.

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There's a suspicious whine falling from Eames now, breathless and tight sounding as he gasps.

"Doesn't mean you have to go above and beyond what you're comfortable with."

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Another flick of his tongue and then pausing, confused as he nuzzled the curve of Eames' hip. "Why would you think that? Eames, you know me, would I ever actually do anything I didn't want to?"

He thought of what Eames had just seen, how he had barely stood up to Tony and he slumped a bit, eyes closing. "Do you think less of me now for what just happened?"

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That has him frowning, kicking off the wet clothes before he can stop himself, and turning to sink down before Arthur push him back under the hard but warm weight of his body.

"No, it does bloody well not mean I think less of you, I love you. You're a human being with soft parts underneath darling, and I hate anyone who can get to them and use it to wound you. I simply meant that you're not comfortable with certain things we've done, and you don't have to do them, I can live without."

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In truth part of him hated that there were those soft parts unless they were for the love he had for Eames and Ariadne. He'd worked hard to hide them, had them torn open time and again. By Mal. By Cobb. By himself when he'd given up this he had right now. All of it.

Slipping up, he pressing himself against Eames, needy and turned on and needful for more at the same time. Stealing a kiss, trailing them just under his ear, hands sliding along his hips. "There's nothing I don't want to do with you. I trust you, love you, need you. I want to make love to you and screw you until you're comatose. There's things I've never shared with another and I'm learning. I accept that, but I never not want to do them."