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What: Military manuevers
When: After this.
Who: Arthur and Eames

Arthur took his time, leaving Eames to wait for him. Slipping off his shoes and socks, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he went into the other room and got the PASIV.

Slipping into the bedroom, he didn't look at Eames as he moved to the bed, setting it down on the foot of the bed.

"Get comfortable, Soldier."

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Shuddering slightly, cock hard and pressed against the restriction of his trousers, Eames stiffles another groan this time, louder than the last.

"I like being of the best, sir."

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Sliding a second finger in, scissoring them, working faster now, a bit harder and revealing just how much Arthur was enjoying this, that he wanted Eames and all he offered the pointman.

"You're the best fuck I know," he growled, nipping the side of his neck.

[plagiary]

He ends up with his throat tipped back, eyes closed, breathing tight and hard in his lungs.

"Arth-" he nearly breathes out, catches himself at the last moment, lips pressed together to stop him from moaning.

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His fingers stopped , deep and held there as he growled, low and deep in his throat. "What was that, Soldier?" He smiled though, slowly pulling his fingers out before pressing the head of his cock to Eames' ass.

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"No- nothing, sir. Sorry, slip up," Eames gasps out, sounding like he's almost close to babbling, voice desperate and strained.

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Rocking his hips, pushing against him but not in, not taking him. Not yet. "Are you certain? What was it you wanted to say, Soldier? Something you wanted to ask for?"

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He struggles to keep his composure for a moment, lost in his own thoughts before he hums, "I need - I need this."

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Reaching around, one hand stroked the hard length of Eames' cock even as Arthur rolled his hips again. "Need what? Tell me." He fairly purred the words, seemingly enjoying the game.

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"I need you to fuck me," he admits in a rush, dick twitching in Arthur's grip, "Own me. I need you to own me."

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Slicking his hand over his cock and then pushing, hard, guiding himself into that sweet, perfect, willing body. "Do you doubt it," he snarled. "Doubt at all that I own you?"

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"No," he moans a little louder than he should, body giving in easily to him, clenching around him, "No, of course not."

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Arthur bucked his hips and then went still. "Quiet, Soldier," he whispered, kissing the back of his lover's neck as his fingers brushed over Eames' stomach, teasing lower.

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"Yes sir," he murmurs quietly, trying to suck in deep, ragged breaths as he settles, feels Arthur inside him and can't quite get over how good that feels.

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Wrapping his fingers around Eames' cock, Arthur drew back. He took his time, slow and teasing before driving into him, hard. "Mine." He growled the word, eyes narrowing. "Never forget that. You belong to me."

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The force which Arthur excudes when he's thrusting into Eames is enough to make his eyes close in lust, screw them up tight as well as clamp his jaw down so he can't whine or shout out, alert the projections. Instead he just nods, sticky, clammy fingers flexing against the hard wall.

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It was that pace that Arthur kept, fingers of one hand gripping Eames' hip, bruisingly tight, and the other holding around him, letting the force of his thrusts drive that thickness against the slick, tight hold of his hand. His teeth catch the back of his lover's neck, grinding slightly.

[plagiary]

Gasping for air, Eames can feel the scrape of brick under his palm, cock tenting at the front of his low hanging trousers as Arthur pounds into him. Music filters up from below, masking the sound of skin on skin.

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Still stroking Eames' cock, Arthur released that hold of his teeth and his other hand caught his jaw, turning his head slightly. "Don't you dare come until I tell you too," he managed to pant, words rough and low as he tried not to slow even as he worked to meet Eames' gaze. "You get close and you tell me," he managed, nipping lightly at the side of his jaw.

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Meeting his gaze with a grunt of sound, Eames nods, slow and with his mouth parted. "Yes, Sir."

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Arching around, tucking Eames' head back softly, he kissed him. Slow. Deep. So many emotions in that kiss he shouldn't be showing. Not in that moment, not in their act of soldiers stealing a moment. He couldn't help himself though. Not with the beauty of that perfect mouth so close.

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He stutters out a soft little sound at that, a moan of some feeling he can't quite contain when he's around Arthur. He doesn't care that this isn't in the script, because down underneath it all, it's simply the man that he wants.

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Barely breaking the kiss, his movements, that bucking of his hips, changed as he panted against that full mouth. "Too tempting. Damn you," he whispered, suckling at Eames' lower lip as both arms wrapped around him, hauling him close.

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"I can't help it," he mutters back, pressing his words into Arthur's soft mouth, pressing back into his warmth and heat.

Heh. That icon seems about right.

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He pushed Eames forward, over the railing a bit, wanting to be able to take him harder, deeper. Moments like this, the environment and the uniforms and all that came with it left him panting and aching, barely able to think, let alone breathe as he took his lover, both hands gripping narrow hips.

ahaha, only better dressed

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"Please," he murmurs out, words rough and full of heat as he leans forward, railing pushing into his stomach but he doesn't care. His dog tags fall from his shirt, clink against the metal and he quashes a hum, "Sir."