Art: Morning [Inception]
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motetusMore shameless Arthur/Eames schmoop! I am sorry, I seem to be in that kind of mood (which makes it very difficult when you're trying to draw angsty Arthur/Cobb in Limbo and everything keeps turning out bright and colourful...). This is for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
inceptiversary A/E mini-match - team romance, as if it wasn't rather blatantly obvious.
Yes yes yes, I know paisley is probably overdone by now but shush, I'm allowed to use it just once. And it's my headcanon that it's Arthur who adores paisley and he bought Eames those pyjamas, so there.
Also, I seem to be going through the animal kingdom trying to find tattoos for Eames. Next up: the magnificent and noble dairy cow, and then perhaps some thuggish-looking hamsters.
inceptiversary A/E mini-match - team romance, as if it wasn't rather blatantly obvious.Yes yes yes, I know paisley is probably overdone by now but shush, I'm allowed to use it just once. And it's my headcanon that it's Arthur who adores paisley and he bought Eames those pyjamas, so there.
Also, I seem to be going through the animal kingdom trying to find tattoos for Eames. Next up: the magnificent and noble dairy cow, and then perhaps some thuggish-looking hamsters.
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Date: 2013-07-24 06:27 am (UTC)The groping and peeks of treasure trail hair are pretty great too ;)
NOW. ARTHUR WITH NO PANTS, CHOP CHOP.
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Date: 2013-07-24 07:56 am (UTC)Arthur had always assumed two things about sleeping with Eames: 1, that the sex would be great and 2, that the sleeping with part would be mostly terrible with a side of torture.
Arthur's slept with--or observed sleeping--even people in the dreamshare business to know that they're typically worse than average sleepers. Prone to violent nightmares, restless in bed, relentless cover-hogs, and liable to wake up at the slightest noise in a fifty foot radius. And then there's the snoring.
He's surprised to discover that's he's wrong on both counts when it comes to Eames: not only is the sex staggeringly good, but being in bed beside Eames through the night doesn't leave Arthur grouchy and fatigued during the day.
Eames is in fact, a quiet, non-moving, heavy sleeper. No screaming out the names of dead family members in vivid nightmares at all hours of the night. No flailing at invisible hands reaching out to grab him. No sleepwalking or sleepeating or any other sort of sleep-activity. He does drool somewhat, but Arthur considers that a relatively minor flaw in the grand scheme of sleep-related idiosyncracies and, in his more horrifyingly sentimental moments, almost finds it endearing.
"You don't even wake up when I get up to use the bathroom anymore," Arthur says as he watches Eames slide into paisley pajama bottoms. They've already fucked and Arthur still feels loose-limbed and sated, naked under the covers. Eames likes to put on some pants or underwear before he goes to sleep. Arthur's not sure he sees the point since they're just going to have sex again when they wake up, but everyone has their bedtime rituals.
"Once I grow accustomed to a particular person's rhythms and sounds, I stop noticing them and they stop waking me." Eames says as he gets on the bed. It's too hot in the room and they're both too overheated from recent sexual exertions to lie closer than a few inches beside each other, but Eames puts a rather proprietary palm on the flat of Arthur's belly.
"Getting used to me talking in my sleep?" Arthur asks, covering Eames' hand with one of his.
"We have some lovely, sparkling conversations the first few nights we spent together, but those evenings are long past now," Eames replies, the corners of his eyes crinkling with good humor. "Now I simply want you for your steady Wall Street Journal subscription."
"Oh, is that why you decided to stay for breakfast instead of creeping out at dawn six months ago?"
"I could still creep out at any moment," Eames says. "You don't know. I'm unpredictable that way."
Arthur falls asleep with a smile on his face and Eames' hand on his belly. He wakes up Eames nuzzling his nose and hand tugging the sheet away from Arthur's lower body.
"Do I have to wake up for this?" Arthur asks, cracking open one eye.
Eames smiles against Arthur's lips. "Only if you want to."
"Would you be offended if I chose another hour of sleep over fucking you into the mattress?" Arthur asks, his own hand snaking forward to undo the drawstring of Eames' pajama pants.
"Gravely offended. Mortally offended." Eames' lips bump up against Arthur's mouth, smelling like morning breath, but Arthur doesn't mind so much when Eames' fingers find Arthur's dick. As it turns out, all the manual dexterity of a pickpocket makes for fucking fantastic handjobs.
Arthur pulls Eames' waistband loose and slides a hand underneath to stroke Eames' half-hard cock. "I can live with that."
Eames knows how to make Arthur come in fourty-five seconds flat, and he also knows how to draw it out, work Arthur up. Arthur doesn't know how Eames manages to play with Arthur's balls, stroke his perineum, tease his rim, and not completely abandon his dick all at once--especially one-handed. Arthur can barely manage loose jerks of Eames' cock, half-awake like this, but Eames doesn't seem to mind.
"I want to go back to sleep," Arthur says after a few minutes, when it becomes clear Eames isn't in any hurry.
"By all means," Eames says in between each brush of his mouth against Arthur's, feather light.
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Date: 2013-07-24 03:45 pm (UTC)You are brilliant, and you may bully me into drawing everyone without pants now.
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Date: 2013-07-25 08:12 am (UTC)You are brilliant, and you may bully me into drawing everyone without pants now.
You may come to regret this statement, but it's too late to take it back now! Muahahahah.
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Date: 2013-07-24 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-25 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-24 03:04 pm (UTC)