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[lakoffselephant]

The pull of sleep was strong on Arthur too; his entire body was exhausted by the time Eames gently pulled out of him. That motion itself made him whine a little in the back of his throat, the sound muffled by Eames' mouth on his. He was breathing heavily, still, when the kiss ended and Eames demanded his attention. Arthur had to force his eyes to

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[forgerart]

It was probably an uncomfortable position to fall asleep in, but Eames felt that exhausting pleasure take over his body as he rolled off of Arthur and onto the bed -- at least partially since his arm was slung around the other man in an attempt to keep him close, which would start to ache sometime in the morning but unless Arthur tried to untangle himself, he couldn't be bothered to care. The forger was usually not a heavy sleeper; something about the paranoia of someone else hijacking his dreams affected his sleep patterns, but this very night, the larger man slept like he hadn't in years

[lakoffselephant]

Arthur watched Eames wake slowly - something he'd seen the man do many times if he was kicked out of a dream before the forger. But now, there was something very different about the way Eames came back to reality, softer and less rushed. Arthur was smiling down at him, well, he was until that strong arm snaked around his waist and tugged him back into the middle of the bed. His body tensed not out of protest but out of soreness and Arthur had to twist quite a bit to get comfortable under Eames' arm and against his side

[forgerart]

Eames smirked when he was able to pull Arthur down, enjoying his warmth just a few more moments before they were going to be awake and moving about. He hadn't slept this well in years and he wanted to bask in it with the other man if possible. With a deep intake of air, he roused further, blinking his eyes a few times as he listened to the pointman

[lakoffselephant]

"I'm not even going to tell you how lowsy that joke was," he said with a huff of laughter. It was all too easy to feel comfortabe in the warm pre-dawn air. The shiver that coursed through him at the sound of Eames' deep, gravelly voice was a surprise to Arthur and he unconsciously shifted closer to the man. He felt a little drunk, too content almost with the way they seemed to easily coexist in what was just yesterday his space. But he arched into that dexterous hand, welcoming the other man's touch with a quiet groan; the sound born of satisfaction from being touched and soreness simultaneously