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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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ahaha, only better dressed

[plagiary]

"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."

So there's this thing. Work. it sucks.

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"That's... a good... soldier..." Crying out the words, low and needful, his voice caught up in the lust of their motions, the need coursing between them. "Fuck. Close. God." He reached around again, stroking him as hard and fast as he could. "I'm not getting off before you. Understood, Soldier."

I feel you, I want to quit and become a magician

[plagiary]

Eames groans low in his throat, hips pushing forward into that grip, into the warmth of Arthur's fingers and his words.

"Y-es, Sir," his reply comes hitched out, gasped along with his breathing, "Any - fuck - anything you say."

It doesn't take long, not with Arthur commanding it, the way they're coupled and the pure frisson of chemistry between them. Eames has to turn his face into his shoulder, mask the keening sound he makes as he comes in thick bursts.

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It was intoxicating, the pressure and pulse of Eames' body through his release. Fingers digging in, holding tight as Arthur fought for what felt like his sanity.

"Remember that," he growled. "Anything." And with that he slammed deep, snarling as his teeth once more found the back of Eames' neck, holding tight through his release.

[plagiary]

There's something very primal about this scenario, about the way Arthur fucks into him with hard, deep thrusts, claiming him with the teeth against his neck. Eames can't help but make soft, quiet noises as he brings himself down, feels Arthur pulse inside him and spill out.

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Still holding the back of his neck, calming as he shuddered against his lover. Eyes closed, tasting the salt of sweat and the sweet intoxication of Eames' body in his arms, leaving him breathless.

[plagiary]

It takes him a moment to come back to earth, skin shivering under Arthur's touch, eyes screwed shut for a moment.

"Mm," he breathes out, leaning into Arthur briefly, as though he's not sure whether or not they're still in these roles.