[cont] Rate that ASS meme

[bamf_pointman]

artfulforger: That depends. Are you asking about it before or after I claimed it?

bamf_pointman: [Gives him a little smirk.]

Lets go with both.

artfulforger: Before was a nine. Now is a why are you showing off what's mine?

bamf_pointman: 'Why are you showing off what's mine' is not a number, Mr. Eames.

[There was definitely a teasing tone to his voice as he considered the forger. Definitely giving him a hard time.]

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[artfulforger]

"Oh well, I can't let you get disappointed, can I," he asked, looking stunned and worried. "However can we avoid that?"

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur chuckled and stepped in closer to him, slipping his arm around him. "I'm sure we can think if something," he said, looking at him. "What do you think?"

[artfulforger]

Both arms slid around Arthur, pulling him close. He kissed him. Soft and tender, enjoying the easiness that had come between them. “Hmmm, do it involve me adoring you, playing with you, kissing you once more? Oh, and abusing that arse?"

[bamf_pointman]

"I think kissing, playing and adoring are all in there. Abusing my arse on the other hand...," he allowed the statement to drift off as he gave a teasing smirk to Eames. "Not sure on that one." He wasn't completely serious and chances were they both undoubtedly knew that.

[artfulforger]

"Oh. I think you know just what you think about that," he pointed out, voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. A definitely sensual sound to his words.

"Are you denying that?"

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur's lips curled up. He'd probably never admit it out loud but he loved it when Eames' voice dropped low and had that sensual timbre to it. He chuckled and gave him a little look. "Can't deny that one."

[artfulforger]

“I don’t hear you admitting it,” he noted, leaning in so his lips could brush Arthur’s. Nuzzling at his ear softly before whispering to him. “That’s okay though, Darling. I know how much you love your ass reddened, blistered with my touch.”

[bamf_pointman]

He exhaled a little breath as his hands clenched a little tighter around Eames in response to his words. Yeah, Arthur loved it. Loved the anticipation of Eames' hand, the words they shared between them in the heat of the moment (which normally resulted in Arthur begging his daddy to just fucking fuck him already and a bunch of pleases at the end) and loved the intimacy at the end.

"You only asked if I was denying it," he said after a moment, lifting his gaze to look at Eames with a little smirk. Intentionally giving him shit.

[artfulforger]

It was delicious playing like this, the wicked words and the teasing and knowing they can push and play and become closer from those games.

Like how he was teasing Arthur now. He knew his boy loved it, loved the things he did, and the way he hinted at them now that they had time to barely share small touches and soft words.

"Fine. Let me hear you say you like it."

[bamf_pointman]

"Well, now I don't know if I should or not," he said, with a smirk - giving him an almost playful look. Mostly, just to see what he would say. They both knew the truth of the matter. Both knew how much the both of them loved it. Loved the games they played together and what they got out of it in the end.

[artfulforger]

And Eames had a damn good idea on how to get the answer he waned. It was with a sharp, sudden slap to one ass cheek. "What was it I asked you to say," he asked, smirking. "Come on, Arthur. You want to say it."

[bamf_pointman]

That wasn't what Arthur had expected.

Though, he probably should have.

Most definitely should have.

Arthur took a sharp breath and stepped in closer to Eames in response, his hands clenching on Eames. "Asshole," he muttered with hardly any heat to his words and a little grin curling on his lips. Purposely dragging it out, perhaps seeing if Eames would do that again.

[artfulforger]

He didn't need to hear it. Not with the way Arthur reacted. He grinned though, loving that he had pushed the envelope and gotten away with it. He honestly hadn't been sure he would.

"Yeah, but you love it," he said, not minding to use that word in that context. Just so long as they didn't cross that line.

Being romantic with one another was one thing. As was all their intimacies. The L word was something else entirely, something they would have to be entirely careful about.

[bamf_pointman]

They were blessedly alone for a little while so he let Eames get away with it for the time being. Had they been anywhere else and Arthur may not have been so open about it.

"Maybe a little," he said with a little smirk of amusement. It would take a long time for either of them to use the 'L' word when it came to their feelings toward each other. It was entirely possible and yet something they would have to be cautious about when in their line of business.

[artfulforger]

That was the difference though. Eames would be careful, not take those chances and step over those lines. Teasing Arthur when it was only the two of them was one thing, risking exposing them and all they shred to someone else was something else entirely. He wouldn’t take that chance. Not for either of their sakes. Not for what they shared.

“I can live with a little,” he teased, moving in to nuzzle at the corner of his mouth.

[bamf_pointman]

"Good," he murmured teasingly before tilting his head and pressing a slow kiss to Eames' lips. He was becoming quickly addicted to his taste and the feel of their lips pressed together. Addicted was a strong word but when they hardly had time to really indulge in anything, he'd take what he could get.

Like kisses.

[artfulforger]

Kisses were something that was perfect to their life as it was. They could be stolen anywhere, quick and needy, or long and drawn out to show so much more than just lust in the pressing of their lips together.

No matter the kiss though, the taste of Arthur often left Eames groaning, biting back the sound even as he pulled the other man closer.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur stepped in closer with a low sound escaping the back of his throat. He slid a hand to cup the side of Eames' neck as his tongue slipped out and licked at his bottom lip. He loved the taste of Eames and the press of their bodies close together. Arthur pulled back and looked at him, sliding his thumb over the line of his neck with a little hum.

Yeah, he liked that. Liked that a lot.