unconventionaltechniques | Arthur and Eames

Arthur and Eames

Arthur and Eames have been partners for longer than they've been with the organization. Both started out as criminals in two different fields, but the word of dream sharing brought them together. Arthur, a brilliant tactician, and Eames, a forger in every sense and meaning of the word, started out almost adversarial. One crisp and sharp with a military precision and the other messy and wild and dangerous in other ways they found it interesting to work with one another, to say the least.

In the end though they learned that friction between them was all about attraction and once they opened up to one another, the world for them changed.

Now they've walked away from dream share to work for an organization that keeps America safe, protects its people, and lets them do what they do best. Subvert criminals by twisting the law.

Everyone knows they're not just partners in the work sense but in every sense. In love. Devoted to one another. Able to read the other without a word, Barely with even a look. They're not as tightly wound as some in the Ravens, and certainly cause a lot of trouble in different ways, but they're good at what they do... and they're feared by those that know the truth of who and what they are.

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Eames delicately brushes the material against the bite mark that he left on Arthur's skin. He can't help giving a wide smile at that comment from the tailor.

"See? He's right. You would look beautiful in this. Not that I can think of many colors you wouldn't look good in," he points out, his fingers trailing along Arthur's sternum, staring deep into his eyes.

He knows they can almost be seen where they are, that others might see them if they were looking, and he honestly didn't care. Which was why he asked for some time, perhaps half an hour, alone.

"Monsieur, pourrions-nous avoir quelques minutes ? Dis une demi-heure ?"

Arthur's eyes darken when he feels the material brush over the mark Eames had left on him and keeps his gaze focused on the forger. He loved the marks that Eames left on him and had no problem leaving a few on the other man in return.

When his fingers trail down his sternum, Arthur mentally counts so he doesn't ruin his tailors hard work on the slacks he wore. But damn, it would be far too easy - always was with Eames' hand on him.

He didn't care about anyone else coming across them or seeing them. All that mattered right now was Eames.

"Oui, bien sûr, monsieur. Laissez-moi les prendre et je commencerai par les modifications," the tailor says and taps on Arthur's hip as he slowly brings the pants down without losing any pins.

Once he left, Arthur stood there in only his underwear and gives Eames an amused look. "Doubt he wanted another pair of pants ruined after last time..."

Eames look is wicked as he barely steps back to let them remove the trousers. He doesn't even look away from Arthur as he reaches over and lays down the material in his hands as the tailor leaves the room.

A moment later he is once more at Arthur's side, sliding a hand along his hip even as he laughs. It's a wickedly sweet sound.

"Oh no, My Dear. You are not blaming me for that time. It was you who asked me how your arse looked in those pants and then did a turn for me. How was I supposed to behave myself when you're acting like that?"

Even as he asked, he run his fingers along the waistband of Arthur's underwear, just teasing even though he knows where this is going to go.

Knowing they were alone; Arthur allows himself to relax a little and let his body react the way it wanted. His eyes darken at Eames' touch, and he flicks his tongue over his bottom lip at that laugh.

"Who said anything about placing blame, Mr. Eames," he asks, his voice going a little lower. "I have to say, I didn't expect for you to spank me though," he teases with an amused smirk because he couldn't help himself. Did he really spank him? Probably or probably not. Though maybe he had expected it. He did love it when he got a rise out of the forger.

A soft sound escapes his mouth when Eames runs his fingers over the waistband of his underwear and leans in to press a slow kiss to his mouth. "So, what do you have planned, hm? We have a half hour?"

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It's not their first time being playful and intimate in public and it definitely won't be the last but there's always something about the thrill. Arthur is his and he will forever be the man he loves, who he would give his life for. It leaves him craving him, needing him any chance he has, every moment they have together since at any time it could end.

That makes him light up. "Sometimes you deserve it, and you do look beautiful bent over my knee love," he says, shifting one hand around to give his ass a slap. "A half an hour means I can either torment you and make you wait until later or... Maybe sink to my knees and hope no one walks in with you fucking my mouth?"

Before Eames, Arthur would have sworn that he was not into public/semi public sex like this. But Eames was his, and Arthur knew who he belonged to. After the life that they've led thus far, he was going to take the intimate moments when they can. After all, who knows when the next moment may be their last. He wasn't going to spend his life filled with regret.

"So you say," he gives him a little smirk before groaning low at the slap. Only wearing his underwear, he's unable to hide the way his body reacts to Eames' hand on him. His nipples felt tight and he was hard, he bites down on his lip as he looks the other man over slowly.

"I want your mouth," he says and slides his hand over Eames' neck. Given the option of waiting and having Eames' mouth on him now, he knew what he would choose. Still, he didn't mind playing Eames' games either.

"Have I ever not given you what you want?"

He growls the words, eyes darkening with his desire as he runs his hands along his waist, down to catch the elastic of the waistband of his underwear.

Slowly he sinks to his knees before Arthur. As he does he presses kisses along his chest, down his stomach, against his hip even as he drops to his knees and gathers those briefs around Arthur's thighs.

He stares up at Arthur even as he leans in, running his tongue along the head. No hesitation, just the hunger and the desire to give Arthur all he wants.

"There was that one time you edged me for far too long," he replies, his eyes darkening further in desire. Though he couldn't deny that he'd liked that just as much... well at the end.

He watches as the Forger sinks to his knees and pulls his briefs down to his thighs.

Fuck, seeing this man on his knees in front of him just made him harder. "Eames," he growls low, loving the feel of his tongue on him. "Fuck." His hand slides into Eames' hair and just holds on.

Eames cants his head back, looking up at Arthur and he doesn't at all look like he's upset. He's certainly giving him a coy look.

"I promised never to take it that far again," he murmurs softly, stroking the length of Arthur's cock as he says it, running his thumb over the head. "Always for your pleasure," he says.

And he proves it.

Lush lips parting, sliding over the head of Arthur's cock and sucking his cheeks in to increase the pressure. Groaning softly as he tongues along the cockhead before his head bobs to give more, to bring his love as much pleasure as he can.

Arthur isn't even upset by it either. There wasn't much that Eames would do to him that he didn't love or get off by ultimately. Eames always looked out for his pleasure as he did for Eames.

Any other thoughts cease to matter when Eames strokes his cock, a soft sound escaping his mouth in response.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans, his eyes closing for a moment before forcing them open again so he can watch Eames and his mouth. "Mm, always loved your mouth," he groans and tugs on his hair just a little bit.

He didn't want this to be over embarrassingly quick but he also couldn't deny the fact that he'd be hot and bothered since they left their place earlier that morning. It was hard to keep their hands, mouths, and bodies to themselves after a long job like they'd had.

He could name some times that Arthur didn't love his mouth and the sharp things he says to others. Including Arthur. Except there's nothing that makes him want to draw his mouth off the man over him. Nothing that made him want to stop.

So he strokes the base as his cock even as Eames' head bobs. Loving the way Arthur's cock stretches his mouth, the sensation of offering himself as he suckles at him, wanting to draw out the pleasure even if they don't have much time.

Later he would get his, but there's just a delight in sucking Arthur off, of servicing him in public. Kind of liking the idea that they might be caught like this and he loves it.

He knows, of course, that there are times when Eames' mouth and the things he says aren't his favorite. But, he's not thinking of that right now. Not when he loves Eames' mouth like this.

Arthur can't help the little thrust into Eames' tight and hot mouth.

Although Eames' mouth distracts him, he remains as aware as possible of their surroundings and hears voices beyond the partition. God, even just thinking of someone having watched them makes this hotter.

"Eames," he groans low and bites down on his bottom lip, feeling his balls start to draw up, getting closer to that edge.

It might be billed as a "private room" for measurements, but Eames knew it was anything but. He had checked their surroundings when they came in, and he knew just how many spots there were for others to watch him.

And he loved that as well. It was hot and he didn't care who it was. Not like anyone from the CIA was likely to be there at that time.

The sound of his name in that low rumble is everything Eames wants to hear. It only makes him work more for it. Choking himself on Arthur's cock, swallowing around the head even as one hand squeezes and lightly tugs on his balls, aching himself but only thinking about Arthur's pleasure in that moment.

It doesn't take much longer after Eames squeezes and tugs on his balls that Arthur gives Eames a choked warning and comes down his throat, his hand tightening in Eames' hair.

He spends a minute, catching his breath and watching Eames with dark eyes. This isn't the first time this has happened and it won't be the last. He enjoys the way Eames watches him as he's fitted and the way they're unable to control themselves. And maybe, okay, no he definitely gets off on the idea that someone could have been watching them.

"Later," he says, licking at his bottom lip and moving a hand to Eames' mouth to swipe at his bottom lip. "I'll take care of you." Because they'll be interrupted soon to finish Arthur's fitting.

There's no slowing. Not just because he'd gone this way so there was no mess to clean up but, the truth was, he wanted it. Every drop. Loving the way Arthur tasted and how good it felt feeling his lover's cock throb against his lips.

Slowly he laps away the drops, sliding back and sitting back on his heels as he stares up at Arthur with a satisfied look. Even as he adjusts himself with one hand.

"Oh you definitely will be taking care of me, Darling," he says, pushing easily to his feet and kissing Arthur slow and deep.

Arthur groans low and watches Eames with dark eyes. He was always really good at that and knew just what to do to get him off. Not that it took much - it was Eames.

"I'm looking forward to it," he says and returns his kiss with a low sound, cupping his jaw. "Already have plans in mind for us?"

He pulls back long enough so he can pull his briefs back up before the designer makes his way back into the room.

"Just that I plan to have you naked the moment you get in the door and keep you that way at least twenty-four hours," he murmurs, stealing another kiss as he slides his hand along Arthur's stomach, just touching him and enjoying that sensation.

"You look so good like this though," he admits in a low, rumbling voice.

“Sounds like the best plan to me,” Arthur murmurs and returns the kiss with a low sound. He loved having Eames’ hands on him - touching and playing.

“You’ll have all of me very soon. Shouldn’t take too much longer. Then we’ll head back,” he says, trailing his hand down Eames’ chest.

And as if he could sense it Arthur was right, and their tailor came back in. Eames backed up, smirking at his partner as he dropped back into his chair and draped himself there.

Looking for all the world casual and relaxed... even as hard and needy as he was in that moment and Arthur knew that.

Arthur looks the other man over with an inner groan. He wanted to taste Eames and feel his body pressed against his own.

He breathes and lets the tailor finish with his measurements.

"Vous recevrez les costumes et la nouvelle veste au même endroit, n'est-ce pas," he asks the tailor, his focus remaining on his partner as he soaks him in.

"Oui, bien sûr, monsieur," the tailor says and within ten-twenty minutes, finishes up and looks at Eames.

"Vous voudrez que le costume rouge soit fait pour lui, n'est-ce pas," he asks, walking over to the swatches to find the one Eames had picked out before their break.

As they talk, Arthur starts to redress.

Eames can't help but grin as he gives the man a nod.

"Yes, please. Spare no expense, hmmm? I want it over the top and beautiful and something he'd love at the same time."

Because it's so his style in Arthur's means and he loves that so much. He wants to see Arthur in this sleek, brilliant red suit.

"Parfait," he says, having just the style in mind that would make Arthur look even better than the suits they normally fit him for, notes down the swatch and gives both men a nod. "Nous vous contacterons, messieurs. Attendez-les dans une semaine à deux semaines."

And with that, the tailor left the room.

Arthur chuckles, finishes dressing, and steps down from the raised platform. He makes his way over to Eames after picking up his coat and is tempted to make himself comfortable on his partner's lap but they need to go.

"Ready, Mr. Eames?"

Eames smiles, glad for the suit that is going to be made. "I suppose I'm going to have to let you dress me too when we hit up mine," he says, standing up and reaching for Arthur's hand and pulling him in close. He kisses him tenderly.

"Of course. Lead on, Darling."

Because in everything he would follow that man anywhere.

Arthur chuckles and moves closer to Eames, returning his tender kiss with a soft exhale. "You did promise," he teases, cupping his jaw before biting playfully at his bottom lip.

"Want to pick up lunch or head back?" They had an off-the-grid flat from before they went 'legit', under as deep of an alias as they could produce between them. Occasionally, they'd meet up with an old friend or two of theirs but he hadn't made a call yet.

They had time and he wanted to spend a few solid days with just Eames and not entirely working their legit jobs. Eames could paint. Arthur could take a freelance gig but mostly he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Eames naked and alone.

Eames can't help but grin at Arthur. "Just remember that I was kind enough not to pick out something paisley or neon. Red is a good color for you," he points out, as if he's worried about the stark black suit he was going to end up in.

They're heading out, turning down the lane and he just happens to glance down the alley beside the tailors. He blinks, staring down the alley and then tugging Arthur just past the mouth of the alley and tugging him in close to him.

It might look romantic but he's leaning in to whisper to his partner.

"You keep track of everyone. Where are Ex and Meridian right now? Did we get notified they'd be in Paris?" This is their home base. Why would they be there? Could they be there?

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