[ barroom blitz 00? ] we break up and then we make up

[triedinception]

(( continued from the hurt/comfort meme. ))

"I need you to fuck me. Please."Those words hissed into his ear made him groan, especially considering he had Arthur all but in his lap. But he agreed; this moment was for him and Arthur, and not for any onlookers. It would never be for anyone else but them again

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur nodded silently and somehow managed to pull himself up from off the sidewalk, not using Eames completely as support but not able to stand completely on his own. His legs ached slightly from sitting on them like he had been, but keeping his face pressed to Eames' shoulder as they walked, his smell filling Arthur's nostrils, it made it easier to ignore the minor discomfort in his body.

As they walked he used his free arm - his other one around Eames' waist - to wipe at his face. The tears and snot were an annoying reminder that he had given into his own weakness and cried, something he had sworn to himself nearly four years ago he would never do again.

[triedinception]

Eames held Arthur's bag in one hand, his other arm wrapped similarly around Arthur's waist to hold him to him. He didn't want to stop touching Arthur, didn't think he could have if he had been asked.

Eames didn't know a great deal about Arthur's past; only the nightmares he had and the importance to not touch Arthur after such, and though it killed him to do that, he had managed it the last two years.

Right now that wasn't a worry, and he opened the car door for Arthur, tossing the bag in the back. He paused before Arthur could get in to cup his face and kiss him again, coax his mouth open and lick into him, a silent I love you.

[littlspecificty]

After going so many days without the other's touch and having been so close to giving it up, losing it completely... There was no way Arthur was going to tell him to stop touching him. No. He wanted Eames all over him by the time the day was out. Remembering how he smelled and how he felt and recommit it all to memory.

And Arthur opened his mouth easily to the kiss, returning the silent statement, his hands going down the front of Eames' chest and stomach, gentle but firm (already trying to recommit the shape of the other to his memory).

[triedinception]

Eames hands still fit over Arthur's hips easily, and he slid them down the other boy's sides until they settled there. He kissed Arthur for long moments before he drew away, pressing a kiss to the corner of Arthur's mouth.

He gave him a heated look, one that promised Arthur that Eames would be all over him by the end of the day, would have left his mark all over him, before he pushed him gently towards the inside of the car, so that Eames could get in himself.