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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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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.

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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.