[ He just grins in response, swirling the drink around in the bottle. The friendly rapport they'd already built to the point where even just polite touching is already involved doesn't wholly surprise Henry but he never expects himself to get so lucky. In this case, he doesn't have a specific purpose behind it other than to create a network of allies that he could turn to when he needs it, but this had gone a lot smoother than his other attempts on other people in the past.
That's a good sign, he thinks. ]
I take it you need at least a handful of people to get the operation running. Can't just be you running it alone.
[ Lets out a huff before nodding and gesturing to a trade. The absinthe is almost gone, but should still be enough for Arthur to appreciate, considering the newly labeled paint thinner is much harsher. ]
Yeah, give it here. I'm getting too used to the other stuff already.
[ He trades easily, handing the bottle to Henry. Two swigs were already starting to do their work; his face was feeling more flush than it had when he first got here. Strong stuff. The other bottle though, he sniffs curiously. It's not nearly as strong but it's still liquor. Seems familiar but he can't really place it.
After he takes a careful sip, he recognizes it. Absinthe. Tried it in a hipster bar in London after Eames had wheedled him into it. The memory makes him smile a little. ]
Bare minimum you need an extractor— the person wheedling the info out— an architect, and a point man. So, someone who can do the preliminary research, look for patterns on the target. Information compiling.
[ Tedious boring shit but he's good at it. ]
On more complicated jobs you might bring in a chemist for personalized mixes on the drugs used with the PASIV. Or a forger— basically a dream shapeshifter. Finding either one of those with enough talent can be a pain in the ass though.
[ OK, moment of truth. He might just be buzzed but he swears he can see a little swirl of cloud coming from the bottle of the neck like some silly cartoon brew, but he's probably just imagining things. With no more hesitation, he brings the bottle to his lips and carefully tips it back.
The initial shock of taste (if he can even call it that) has him swallowing very quickly and he cringes just a little bit as it burns all the way down. He shakes his head slightly and makes that classic "Khhhh" sound when it's over.]
Jesus, that's a taste bud killer.
[ He tries to retain the information that Arthur is giving him, but it's getting a little hazy for him. That pleasant buzz overtakes him a lot quicker with that last drink. ]
Sounds like you've got the job nobody else really wants but is absolutely required. I remember you asked me if I knew how to forge, I thought you meant in terms of items and goods. We aren't talking literal shapeshifting, yeah? Just uh, what is it... [ He snaps his fingers softly. ] Bloody hell, I guess what I'm imagining is, they just change the dreamer's... perception of themselves?
[ Moment of truth and then moment of hilarity, following quick on its heels. He laughs at Henry's reaction, just a short huff and a flicker of a smile. ]
Yeah well, you don't have to taste much when you're getting drunk.
[ And it feels good to be able to do so. Here there's danger of course, but there isn't Cobb losing his mind faster and faster. No scramble to get away from Cobol or any of the companies they've fucked over in the past. The US government isn't breathing down their necks and Arthur isn't desperately trying to disentangle Cobb's completely fucked over life before it got the rest of the team killed.
(Most importantly there's no ghost of Mallorie Cobb haunting him, snapping at his heels; he takes another drink.) ]
Oh, uh, I was asking if you knew how to forge. Documents and crap. Funny enough, the best forger in the business can actually do that too. Passports, birth certificates, CVs, you name it.
[ Best forger in the business. Yeah, take that compliment from 1790s France, Mr. Eames. ]
Pretty much. They can take the shape of whomever they want. Last forger I worked with could do a stunning take on the mark's pseudo-uncle as well a bombshell blonde of his own crafting.
[ He nods in agreement, immediately going for another sip in hopes of it not being as bad as the first. At least the initial shock has worn off and he can just marvel at the strength of it all. He'll take fine scotch and whiskey over any of this shit though, any day. ]
Oh.
[ Is all he offers at first, thinking that yeah, maybe throwing random dreamscape job positions at a stranger from the get-go seems illogical. It makes sense that Arthur would've meant the more common term. He listens quietly at first, then as the description of the forger's work comes up he smiles. ]
That's some talent they've got there. Not my shtick, unfortunately.
[ Usually he's got A Guy to do that for him back home. Then he imagines a bombshell blonde, a woman he'd parted ways with after ten years of marriage, and immediately seems to sober up for a brief second. ]
She sounds like a sight for sores eyes right about now. No offense, you're very handsome in your own right.
[ And another bolder mouthful of the paint thinner. ]
[ There's not really a lot of words for Eames. Ok there are but he's starting to feel that buzz more strongly. Plus all he can think of is how aggravating and infuriatingly brilliant the forger can be. And how he hadn't just abandoned them in the middle of the inception job, even though he had every right to.
He definitely hasn't had enough to drink for this, so he swallows some more absinthe. ]
She's not bad, if you can get past the fact it's a British ex-pat built like some kind of MMA fighter that's the face behind it.
[ Arthur shrugs at first and then looks at Henry a little more sharply, eyes narrowing. His face relaxes after a second, a coy smile curling his mouth. ]
Hey now. If you're going to be slinging compliments I'm gonna need something stronger. Besides, you're pretty easy on the eyes yourself.
[ He laughs, then immediately tries to quell the outbust at the image, pressing his mouth to the back of his hand and trailing off into a chuckle. Yeah, that would definitely be a shock. ]
Sounds like a man I'd like to meet under less deceiving circumstances, at least.
[ He immediately offers the paint thinner again, but his expression is almost comically incredulous. ]
Stronger? You sure? Your poor liver... would it be worth its sacrifice?
Eames? You know, I think you'd get on with him. He's a flirtatious asshole but he's brilliant.
[ Flirtatious asshole is a huge understatement. All those 'darling's he had directed his way during the last job. Arthur had been close to strangling him as much it had entertained him. ]
As long as I don't make it a habit. [ With that, Arthur takes the offered bottle, downs a long pull and relishes in the near immediate buzzing under his skin. Looking down at his hands, his mouth twists into a wry smile. ]
Not a lot of drinking on the job. Kind of a paranoid way to live, most of the time.
[ There's usually a lot of fun to be had with types like that. That being said, he watches Arthur down a good portion of the stuff and wonders if this guy just never had a relaxing day in his life or something. ]
That it is. Does a fine job of disrupting my tolerance, but eh, it's a small price to pay I think.
[ The rest of the absinthe is gone though, Henry takes the rest. ]
[ Arthur's agrees, a little more sober, a little more quiet. Thinking about the team in any portion is suddenly making him morose. Even if inception had been hell in a hand basket. ]
Kind of sucks. These stressful jobs and no way to let off steam.
[ The alcohol is really hitting him now, if he's willing to admit the amount of stress he usually piles on himself. He still can't imagine leaving dreamshare, because he likes the job too much. But it was definitely one way to shorten a life span. Arthur hadn't seen himself as someone who lived very long anyway though. More of a work hard, play hard, die young sort of deal.
Unfortunately he hasn't had much time for the play hard part of things since helping Cobb run around the world.
Part of him is in disbelief that he's even considering this but– he's warm from the alcohol and Henry's already made a pass. He doesn't have much to lose. ]
[ If Henry had to reevaluate his life, he'd say he had a very busy and good life. There was the normal paranoia of possibly dying by the hands of another skilled assassin in his weird gladiator-style set up of a city, and then the thrill of the hunt and kill. He wouldn't say that it was a bad life at all.
But then he remembers his other responsibilities, his family (one of which is already here), and that's usually what keeps him from letting off too much steam. He has to come back to reality one way or another.
It tapers into silence but only for a brief moment. The question cuts the haze and he was in the middle of contemplating whether he should chuck the empty bottle or not. Fortunately he doesn't drop it. All he offers is a sideways glance, his expression seemingly blank at first. It's not often someone just asks for it, and in this weird feeling of thinking about stressful jobs and silent responsibilities definitely motivate him.]
Yeah.
[ He doesn't trust himself to stand up, so he just braces his hands against the roof and shifts himself over closer to where Arthur sits. There's not much of a pause, but he does let his eyes adjust for a moment before leaning forward. ]
[ Not healthy ways– well, that's true. He didn't have any real outlets so he'd just thrown himself into his work. Job after job, sleepless nights of research and poring over the information for their next job. Or their current one. Most days, he'd look at his reflection and see the charcoal smudges of exhaustion under his eyes. Sometimes, when he felt self-conscious about it, he'd cover them up with a cover up or sunglasses.
Most of the time, he had been too tired to care.
It'd all been about getting Cobb home to his kids again and that's all that had mattered. Sometimes, it takes him by surprise that isn't the case anymore. Maybe he'll stop being shocked by that soon.
But none of this is relevant, aside from being able to let off steam in a better way. Something that involved less bone weary exhaustion and more of a warm thrum in his veins. Henry moves closer and Arthur leans to meet him. It's a soft mouthed kiss, this side of chaste and testing the waters.
Except he slides his hand up to the back of the other man's neck, presses in a little closer, the combined sigh and moan getting caught in his throat. It feels good to cut loose, feels good to just exist in the moment. ]
[ The tension in a person is easy to feel from their posture and touch alone, and while he can't feel the true depth of it all, he can tell the guy's been needing a break. Regardless of whether he wanted it or not.
He purses his lips slightly, reciprocating the chasteness of it and responding easily in kind when Arthur hums inside his mouth. His own hand comes up to rest on top of Arthur's wrist, cradling it as he tilts his head slightly to press in just a touch before withdrawing.
His eyes did close for that brief moment, but as he opens them and thinks for half a second, he already knows that was way too short. Not enough to scratch that itch. He doesn't intend on getting crazy on a roof of someone's home (that's just ridiculous), but he still wants just a little more.
Grasping the collar area of Arthur's shirt, he kisses him again. This time, not quite as chaste. Lips parted, he intends to gradually draw him in deeper until he can taste the strong booze inside his mouth. ]
[ The tension is easy to feel in a person and he surprises himself with how much drains out of his body. Like he'd been a coiled spring, twisted up until he had no room to do so. But now he was letting it go.
Their first kiss is chaste, close lipped. It sparks in his gut and he knows he wants more. And thankfully, it seems like Henry has the same idea. The points of contact between them feel warmer, a trick of the body more than reality. There's a hand curling into his shirt and it feels like that's the switch he needed. Eagerly, he presses into the kiss, tongue sliding along Henry's bottom lip; however the other man wants to take this up another notch, he's willing.
That's what he's thinking, anyway, as he swings a leg over Henry's lap, promptly straddling him. Hope no one is taking a stroll and happens to look up. ]
[ It's a good thing it's getting darker now anyway, as nobody would think it was two dudes just casually going at it on top of a house. Silly kids, they'd think, and hopefully they would just pass. Even better if nobody passed at all. Henry isn't banking on this to last all night anyway, so he's not worried if he even had the ability to worry right now.
His hand automatically slides up the side of Arthur's leg, grasping at the loose cloth there and wondering how he'd look in regular modern clothes. A starchy, fitted suit. While Henry did enjoy Paris, he could do without the 1790's fashion. As if worried the man might accidentally slide out of his lap, he curls his hands around his hips and latches on tight as their lips work against each other's.
Jesus, what is he doing... he vaguely wonders if he'd even want to stop this now that they've gotten this far (whoops). He pulls down Arthur's hips experimentally, letting out a low sound in the back of his throat when that hint of pressure sparks that first sign of next-level arousal in him. ]
[ Even more hopefully– it's dark. No one would be able to tell who they were, whether they were two guys or whatever. Arthur's so used to modernisms that it's easy to lose sight of certain beliefs. Then again, France in this century had a hell of a lot more to worry about than sodomy.
Like beheadings.
Either way, he's going to push it all out of his head and stay in the moment instead of worrying incessantly. It's hard to drop the mantle of point man, having had it over his shoulders for so long. But here he's not that. He's just himself, with some specialty talents. And right now, Arthur's warm in someone's lap with their hands on his hips. The pressure is familiar, electric, and even if he didn't know Henry was an assassin, he could at least tell he worked with his hands. They were strong in all the right ways, especially as he's pulled further down.
He pulls away from the kiss with a sigh, rolls his hips to feel that spark again, shocked when it seems to run the length of his spine. Skating his hand down, he tugs Henry's shirt out of where it's tucked into his pants, fingers rucking it up as he traces the outline of his ribs and then back between his legs. ]
Just so you know– [ Arthur starts, a little breathier than he wants to sound. ] I'd blow you if this century didn't bite so much.
[ Oh, unfair. Arthur telling him what things he'd do to him but couldn't is a bit cruel. Now he can't stop thinking about it. He breathes heavily through his nose, partially from all that nice roll of his hips and partially from all the drinking he'd been doing today.
He leans back a touch, practically preening at the physical attention Arthur gives his body. ]
You should know... that only makes me want it more.
[ It's not as if he's annoyed, but if he had been, it's something that would be directed towards the era they're in... not so much Arthur. As his shirt is being fussed with, he sighs at the touch between his legs and leans forward again to brush his lips along Arthur's jawline until he reaches his neck. After planting a couple of wet kisses and a parting nip, he just rests against him and sighs contently. ]
[ Which is bullshit here since he wants it just as badly. He'd be embarrassed to say it's been a while– not a lot of time to pick up strangers in a bar when you're running with someone like Cobb. At some point, he'd been too paranoid to even think about it.
As Henry kisses along his jaw, he tilts his head, giving him a better angle. The thin skin along his neck feels flush, even moreso after the playful nip. His pulse is ringing in his ears and making it harder to concentrate. Still, he pushes the heel of his hand against the curve in Henry's trousers, swallowing down a moan. ]
Only if you want to. Hands aren't off limits.
[ He flashes him a little grin, presses his hand in harder and rubs him through the fabric. ]
[ Which earns a breathy chuckle. It's certainly not far from the truth.
The extra pressure of a firm palm against his erection gets throaty sound, like he's trying to swallow back the obvious moan it would've been. Busy hands keep his mind a little focused, kneading at his hips and gradually around his ass.]
Y—Yeah, true, tu as raison.
[ Which with the universal translation, sort of renders the effect moot but French just happens to be a language he's fluent enough in that it sometimes just slips. That grinding of warmth against him has his breathing go a bit shallow, now pushing back any obstructing fabric around Arthur's neck to go back to digging his teeth into whatever flesh he can reach. Each press of his teeth isn't painful but he wants to worry a little mark of possession just because he can, and also lets his own hand snake in between their bodies to rub at the front of his pants. ]
[ Henry lets out a sound, something that's halfway swallowed and it hits his bloodstream like a drug. Almost as hard as the alcohol had, when he'd taken the first sip. His skin and nerves feel like they're buzzing, anticipation and desire all mixed together in a heady cocktail. When hands grip at his ass, he pushes into it, groan turning only a little disappointed they couldn't do much more.
Still, it feels nice. Great, even. ]
Don't wanna brag, but I usually am.
[ Right, that is.
Arthur tilts his head back to let Henry get more of his neck. If he leaves marks, well, no one will really ask. And if they do, he can lie or tell them to mind their own business. Not that he wants to disown Henry. Just. The times aren't forgiving.
That doesn't seem to matter right now anyway, not with a hand at the front of his pants, rubbing with just enough friction. Arthur makes quick work of the fly on Henry's trousers, sneaks his hand in to grip his erection a little better. His fingers circle around his dick, tugging teasingly. ]
Christ, [ He mutters thickly, overwhelmed by a haze of want. ]
[ This feels way better than it has any right to be. He's quick to blame the strange ancient style of alcohol coursing through his system, how his breathing grows more shallow with each kiss against his neck and his skin tingles like they're covered in a layer of goosebumps.
He doesn't snake his way under Arthur's clothes but he continues to rub at him as he's been doing, free arm still gripping at his hip for balance. Warm skin, hands that weren't his own for once, have him at Arthur's mercy. Too late to swallow the sound yet again, he lets out a soft groan. ]
Feel free to... continue being right.
[ Then abandons his neck to bring himself eye to eye with Arthur again, capturing his lips again right after that Christ spills out, content to let Arthur stroke him like this while his own hands continue to knead at his backside. It really is too bad they can't do much, but in hindsight, Henry will think it was for the best. This is meant to be just quick and fun, not too heavy. ]
[ Maybe it is the alcohol. With how potent it is and how low his tolerance has been over the last few months. Not even just here, but back home. Well, "home".
But he sort of chalks it up more to the fact that it's someone else. It's not his hand, alone in a hotel or in a hotel bathroom. Or just. By himself. Instead, he's in Henry's lap with a hand rubbing him through his trousers and he really doesn't think he's going to last very long. How embarrassing. Arthur bucks his hips, grinds into the grip and groans unabashedly. He curls his fist around his erection, gives him a squeeze and stutters out a sigh.
It's half swallowed when Henry kisses him again but he doesn't care, just chases the sparks he's feeling along his spine, the friction he wants so badly. He leans into the kiss, deepens it without batting an eye. ]
[ Touches getting heavier and Arthur's grip around him growing relentless, Henry stops trying to mask the sounds he makes. With their lips mashing against each other haphazardly while trying to breathe and talk at the same time creates that tone of desperation. He feeds off it, curling his hand even tighter around the cloth of Arthur's pants to rub him off a little better. Hard in his grip, he grins against his mouth, tasting his eagerness accented by punches of absinthe and 'paint thinner'. ]
Come on, then— [ But not sounding the least bit impatient. There's a coyness to the encouragement, even through his own pleasurable haze. The languid but firm stroking of his hand, how he massages at his hips, it's all very methodical like he'd just started breaking through his buzz. He could come, if he tried a little harder, but he's not as tightly wound-up like Arthur was and alcohol dulls his focus. Coming would be nice, he thinks belatedly, but he thinks perhaps watching his newly befriended COST volunteer here make a mess in his pants to be just as good.
[ Henry seems to have gotten the picture, no longer keeping sounds in and just unabashedly vocalizing. It's a bit risky for a rooftop makeout but. They're on a roof. People will be hard pressed to make their way up here if they could even pinpoint where the sound was coming from.
It just incites Arthur further, makes his stomach feel tight and his lungs too small. His logic is gone, flying free and in small pieces. Like a dream collapsing in on itself. Any sense of self control has gone the same route, because Henry's stroking him with a firmer hand and a coy sense of ambition. Arthur pulls his hand away, wraps it around the other man's wrist to tug and disconnect the touch. Except he shifts his hips forward, slots his erection right up against Henry's and gasps.
Not much time lapses before he's coming, eyes shut and mouth parted in a sigh. ]
Jesus. [ A breathless epithet as he spirals down. Though, he has enough mind to lean down, push the collar of Henry's shirt aside and kiss his way down his neck. Wickedly, he sucks a bruise on the underside of his jaw as he slides his hand to keep palming the front of his open trousers. ]
[ Well, he can't say this was an expected turn of events but at the same time, he isn't wholly surprised. The guy knows what he wants and how he wants it, even if he's on the brink of losing himself to his most primal needs. An admirable personality, something he can get behind. Possibly literally if he were to fantasize such a scenario.
He grunts when his hand his yanked away, but he doesn't deny Arthur his way and simply grips him around his ass again. He moves his hips a little in time to the way the other his moving to keep the momentum strong. The steady beating of Arthur's release is easily felt through the cloth against his bare length and he swallows thickly from the sensation.
On the other hand, Henry doesn't have much to say before Arthur is surging forward again suddenly to pepper kisses down his neck not unlike how he did before. The stinging pressure on his neck has him craning his head back and groaning, hand automatically coming up to rest on Arthur's wrist. ]
Shit— [ And now with nothing to keep him busy, all he can do is sit beneath Arthur, still straddled and focus on the consistent warm pressure. ]
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Date: 11/15/17 04:36 pm (UTC)That's a good sign, he thinks. ]
I take it you need at least a handful of people to get the operation running. Can't just be you running it alone.
[ Lets out a huff before nodding and gesturing to a trade. The absinthe is almost gone, but should still be enough for Arthur to appreciate, considering the newly labeled paint thinner is much harsher. ]
Yeah, give it here. I'm getting too used to the other stuff already.
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Date: 11/15/17 04:48 pm (UTC)After he takes a careful sip, he recognizes it. Absinthe. Tried it in a hipster bar in London after Eames had wheedled him into it. The memory makes him smile a little. ]
Bare minimum you need an extractor— the person wheedling the info out— an architect, and a point man. So, someone who can do the preliminary research, look for patterns on the target. Information compiling.
[ Tedious boring shit but he's good at it. ]
On more complicated jobs you might bring in a chemist for personalized mixes on the drugs used with the PASIV. Or a forger— basically a dream shapeshifter. Finding either one of those with enough talent can be a pain in the ass though.
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Date: 11/15/17 05:08 pm (UTC)The initial shock of taste (if he can even call it that) has him swallowing very quickly and he cringes just a little bit as it burns all the way down. He shakes his head slightly and makes that classic "Khhhh" sound when it's over.]
Jesus, that's a taste bud killer.
[ He tries to retain the information that Arthur is giving him, but it's getting a little hazy for him. That pleasant buzz overtakes him a lot quicker with that last drink. ]
Sounds like you've got the job nobody else really wants but is absolutely required. I remember you asked me if I knew how to forge, I thought you meant in terms of items and goods. We aren't talking literal shapeshifting, yeah? Just uh, what is it... [ He snaps his fingers softly. ] Bloody hell, I guess what I'm imagining is, they just change the dreamer's... perception of themselves?
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Date: 11/15/17 05:23 pm (UTC)Yeah well, you don't have to taste much when you're getting drunk.
[ And it feels good to be able to do so. Here there's danger of course, but there isn't Cobb losing his mind faster and faster. No scramble to get away from Cobol or any of the companies they've fucked over in the past. The US government isn't breathing down their necks and Arthur isn't desperately trying to disentangle Cobb's completely fucked over life before it got the rest of the team killed.
(Most importantly there's no ghost of Mallorie Cobb haunting him, snapping at his heels; he takes another drink.) ]
Oh, uh, I was asking if you knew how to forge. Documents and crap. Funny enough, the best forger in the business can actually do that too. Passports, birth certificates, CVs, you name it.
[ Best forger in the business. Yeah, take that compliment from 1790s France, Mr. Eames. ]
Pretty much. They can take the shape of whomever they want. Last forger I worked with could do a stunning take on the mark's pseudo-uncle as well a bombshell blonde of his own crafting.
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Date: 11/15/17 05:34 pm (UTC)Oh.
[ Is all he offers at first, thinking that yeah, maybe throwing random dreamscape job positions at a stranger from the get-go seems illogical. It makes sense that Arthur would've meant the more common term. He listens quietly at first, then as the description of the forger's work comes up he smiles. ]
That's some talent they've got there. Not my shtick, unfortunately.
[ Usually he's got A Guy to do that for him back home. Then he imagines a bombshell blonde, a woman he'd parted ways with after ten years of marriage, and immediately seems to sober up for a brief second. ]
She sounds like a sight for sores eyes right about now. No offense, you're very handsome in your own right.
[ And another bolder mouthful of the paint thinner. ]
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Date: 11/15/17 05:44 pm (UTC)[ There's not really a lot of words for Eames. Ok there are but he's starting to feel that buzz more strongly. Plus all he can think of is how aggravating and infuriatingly brilliant the forger can be. And how he hadn't just abandoned them in the middle of the inception job, even though he had every right to.
He definitely hasn't had enough to drink for this, so he swallows some more absinthe. ]
She's not bad, if you can get past the fact it's a British ex-pat built like some kind of MMA fighter that's the face behind it.
[ Arthur shrugs at first and then looks at Henry a little more sharply, eyes narrowing. His face relaxes after a second, a coy smile curling his mouth. ]
Hey now. If you're going to be slinging compliments I'm gonna need something stronger. Besides, you're pretty easy on the eyes yourself.
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Date: 11/15/17 06:23 pm (UTC)Sounds like a man I'd like to meet under less deceiving circumstances, at least.
[ He immediately offers the paint thinner again, but his expression is almost comically incredulous. ]
Stronger? You sure? Your poor liver... would it be worth its sacrifice?
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Date: 11/15/17 06:29 pm (UTC)[ Flirtatious asshole is a huge understatement. All those 'darling's he had directed his way during the last job. Arthur had been close to strangling him as much it had entertained him. ]
As long as I don't make it a habit. [ With that, Arthur takes the offered bottle, downs a long pull and relishes in the near immediate buzzing under his skin. Looking down at his hands, his mouth twists into a wry smile. ]
Not a lot of drinking on the job. Kind of a paranoid way to live, most of the time.
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Date: 11/15/17 07:08 pm (UTC)[ There's usually a lot of fun to be had with types like that. That being said,
he watches Arthur down a good portion of the stuff and wonders if this guy just never had a relaxing day in his life or something. ]
That it is. Does a fine job of disrupting my tolerance, but eh, it's a small price to pay I think.
[ The rest of the absinthe is gone though, Henry takes the rest. ]
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Date: 11/15/17 07:40 pm (UTC)[ Arthur's agrees, a little more sober, a little more quiet. Thinking about the team in any portion is suddenly making him morose. Even if inception had been hell in a hand basket. ]
Kind of sucks. These stressful jobs and no way to let off steam.
[ The alcohol is really hitting him now, if he's willing to admit the amount of stress he usually piles on himself. He still can't imagine leaving dreamshare, because he likes the job too much. But it was definitely one way to shorten a life span. Arthur hadn't seen himself as someone who lived very long anyway though. More of a work hard, play hard, die young sort of deal.
Unfortunately he hasn't had much time for the play hard part of things since helping Cobb run around the world.
Part of him is in disbelief that he's even considering this but– he's warm from the alcohol and Henry's already made a pass. He doesn't have much to lose. ]
Hey. Can I kiss you?
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Date: 11/15/17 08:20 pm (UTC)[ If Henry had to reevaluate his life, he'd say he had a very busy and good life. There was the normal paranoia of possibly dying by the hands of another skilled assassin in his weird gladiator-style set up of a city, and then the thrill of the hunt and kill. He wouldn't say that it was a bad life at all.
But then he remembers his other responsibilities, his family (one of which is already here), and that's usually what keeps him from letting off too much steam. He has to come back to reality one way or another.
It tapers into silence but only for a brief moment. The question cuts the haze and he was in the middle of contemplating whether he should chuck the empty bottle or not. Fortunately he doesn't drop it. All he offers is a sideways glance, his expression seemingly blank at first. It's not often someone just asks for it, and in this weird feeling of thinking about stressful jobs and silent responsibilities definitely motivate him.]
Yeah.
[ He doesn't trust himself to stand up, so he just braces his hands against the roof and shifts himself over closer to where Arthur sits. There's not much of a pause, but he does let his eyes adjust for a moment before leaning forward. ]
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Date: 11/15/17 08:47 pm (UTC)Most of the time, he had been too tired to care.
It'd all been about getting Cobb home to his kids again and that's all that had mattered. Sometimes, it takes him by surprise that isn't the case anymore. Maybe he'll stop being shocked by that soon.
But none of this is relevant, aside from being able to let off steam in a better way. Something that involved less bone weary exhaustion and more of a warm thrum in his veins. Henry moves closer and Arthur leans to meet him. It's a soft mouthed kiss, this side of chaste and testing the waters.
Except he slides his hand up to the back of the other man's neck, presses in a little closer, the combined sigh and moan getting caught in his throat. It feels good to cut loose, feels good to just exist in the moment. ]
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Date: 11/15/17 10:11 pm (UTC)He purses his lips slightly, reciprocating the chasteness of it and responding easily in kind when Arthur hums inside his mouth. His own hand comes up to rest on top of Arthur's wrist, cradling it as he tilts his head slightly to press in just a touch before withdrawing.
His eyes did close for that brief moment, but as he opens them and thinks for half a second, he already knows that was way too short. Not enough to scratch that itch. He doesn't intend on getting crazy on a roof of someone's home (that's just ridiculous), but he still wants just a little more.
Grasping the collar area of Arthur's shirt, he kisses him again. This time, not quite as chaste. Lips parted, he intends to gradually draw him in deeper until he can taste the strong booze inside his mouth. ]
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Date: 11/16/17 04:13 am (UTC)Their first kiss is chaste, close lipped. It sparks in his gut and he knows he wants more. And thankfully, it seems like Henry has the same idea. The points of contact between them feel warmer, a trick of the body more than reality. There's a hand curling into his shirt and it feels like that's the switch he needed. Eagerly, he presses into the kiss, tongue sliding along Henry's bottom lip; however the other man wants to take this up another notch, he's willing.
That's what he's thinking, anyway, as he swings a leg over Henry's lap, promptly straddling him. Hope no one is taking a stroll and happens to look up. ]
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Date: 11/16/17 04:51 am (UTC)His hand automatically slides up the side of Arthur's leg, grasping at the loose cloth there and wondering how he'd look in regular modern clothes. A starchy, fitted suit. While Henry did enjoy Paris, he could do without the 1790's fashion. As if worried the man might accidentally slide out of his lap, he curls his hands around his hips and latches on tight as their lips work against each other's.
Jesus, what is he doing... he vaguely wonders if he'd even want to stop this now that they've gotten this far (whoops). He pulls down Arthur's hips experimentally, letting out a low sound in the back of his throat when that hint of pressure sparks that first sign of next-level arousal in him. ]
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Date: 11/16/17 05:10 am (UTC)Like beheadings.
Either way, he's going to push it all out of his head and stay in the moment instead of worrying incessantly. It's hard to drop the mantle of point man, having had it over his shoulders for so long. But here he's not that. He's just himself, with some specialty talents. And right now, Arthur's warm in someone's lap with their hands on his hips. The pressure is familiar, electric, and even if he didn't know Henry was an assassin, he could at least tell he worked with his hands. They were strong in all the right ways, especially as he's pulled further down.
He pulls away from the kiss with a sigh, rolls his hips to feel that spark again, shocked when it seems to run the length of his spine. Skating his hand down, he tugs Henry's shirt out of where it's tucked into his pants, fingers rucking it up as he traces the outline of his ribs and then back between his legs. ]
Just so you know– [ Arthur starts, a little breathier than he wants to sound. ] I'd blow you if this century didn't bite so much.
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Date: 11/16/17 05:59 am (UTC)He leans back a touch, practically preening at the physical attention Arthur gives his body. ]
You should know... that only makes me want it more.
[ It's not as if he's annoyed, but if he had been, it's something that would be directed towards the era they're in... not so much Arthur. As his shirt is being fussed with, he sighs at the touch between his legs and leans forward again to brush his lips along Arthur's jawline until he reaches his neck. After planting a couple of wet kisses and a parting nip, he just rests against him and sighs contently. ]
Should we stop?
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Date: 11/16/17 06:32 am (UTC)[ Which is bullshit here since he wants it just as badly. He'd be embarrassed to say it's been a while– not a lot of time to pick up strangers in a bar when you're running with someone like Cobb. At some point, he'd been too paranoid to even think about it.
As Henry kisses along his jaw, he tilts his head, giving him a better angle. The thin skin along his neck feels flush, even moreso after the playful nip. His pulse is ringing in his ears and making it harder to concentrate. Still, he pushes the heel of his hand against the curve in Henry's trousers, swallowing down a moan. ]
Only if you want to. Hands aren't off limits.
[ He flashes him a little grin, presses his hand in harder and rubs him through the fabric. ]
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Date: 11/16/17 07:15 am (UTC)The extra pressure of a firm palm against his erection gets throaty sound, like he's trying to swallow back the obvious moan it would've been. Busy hands keep his mind a little focused, kneading at his hips and gradually around his ass.]
Y—Yeah, true, tu as raison.
[ Which with the universal translation, sort of renders the effect moot but French just happens to be a language he's fluent enough in that it sometimes just slips. That grinding of warmth against him has his breathing go a bit shallow, now pushing back any obstructing fabric around Arthur's neck to go back to digging his teeth into whatever flesh he can reach. Each press of his teeth isn't painful but he wants to worry a little mark of possession just because he can, and also lets his own hand snake in between their bodies to rub at the front of his pants. ]
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i had to
Date: 11/19/17 01:39 am (UTC)Still, it feels nice. Great, even. ]
Don't wanna brag, but I usually am.
[ Right, that is.
Arthur tilts his head back to let Henry get more of his neck. If he leaves marks, well, no one will really ask. And if they do, he can lie or tell them to mind their own business. Not that he wants to disown Henry. Just. The times aren't forgiving.
That doesn't seem to matter right now anyway, not with a hand at the front of his pants, rubbing with just enough friction. Arthur makes quick work of the fly on Henry's trousers, sneaks his hand in to grip his erection a little better. His fingers circle around his dick, tugging teasingly. ]
Christ, [ He mutters thickly, overwhelmed by a haze of want. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 02:06 am (UTC)He doesn't snake his way under Arthur's clothes but he continues to rub at him as he's been doing, free arm still gripping at his hip for balance. Warm skin, hands that weren't his own for once, have him at Arthur's mercy. Too late to swallow the sound yet again, he lets out a soft groan. ]
Feel free to... continue being right.
[ Then abandons his neck to bring himself eye to eye with Arthur again, capturing his lips again right after that Christ spills out, content to let Arthur stroke him like this while his own hands continue to knead at his backside. It really is too bad they can't do much, but in hindsight, Henry will think it was for the best. This is meant to be just quick and fun, not too heavy. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 04:24 am (UTC)But he sort of chalks it up more to the fact that it's someone else. It's not his hand, alone in a hotel or in a hotel bathroom. Or just. By himself. Instead, he's in Henry's lap with a hand rubbing him through his trousers and he really doesn't think he's going to last very long. How embarrassing. Arthur bucks his hips, grinds into the grip and groans unabashedly. He curls his fist around his erection, gives him a squeeze and stutters out a sigh.
It's half swallowed when Henry kisses him again but he doesn't care, just chases the sparks he's feeling along his spine, the friction he wants so badly. He leans into the kiss, deepens it without batting an eye. ]
Fuck, I'm close.
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Date: 11/19/17 05:54 am (UTC)Come on, then— [ But not sounding the least bit impatient. There's a coyness to the encouragement, even through his own pleasurable haze. The languid but firm stroking of his hand, how he massages at his hips, it's all very methodical like he'd just started breaking through his buzz. He could come, if he tried a little harder, but he's not as tightly wound-up like Arthur was and alcohol dulls his focus. Coming would be nice, he thinks belatedly, but he thinks perhaps watching his newly befriended COST volunteer here make a mess in his pants to be just as good.
Heatedly, he mumbles against their swollen lips.]
Closer.
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Date: 11/19/17 06:26 am (UTC)It just incites Arthur further, makes his stomach feel tight and his lungs too small. His logic is gone, flying free and in small pieces. Like a dream collapsing in on itself. Any sense of self control has gone the same route, because Henry's stroking him with a firmer hand and a coy sense of ambition. Arthur pulls his hand away, wraps it around the other man's wrist to tug and disconnect the touch. Except he shifts his hips forward, slots his erection right up against Henry's and gasps.
Not much time lapses before he's coming, eyes shut and mouth parted in a sigh. ]
Jesus. [ A breathless epithet as he spirals down. Though, he has enough mind to lean down, push the collar of Henry's shirt aside and kiss his way down his neck. Wickedly, he sucks a bruise on the underside of his jaw as he slides his hand to keep palming the front of his open trousers. ]
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Date: 11/19/17 06:44 am (UTC)He grunts when his hand his yanked away, but he doesn't deny Arthur his way and simply grips him around his ass again. He moves his hips a little in time to the way the other his moving to keep the momentum strong. The steady beating of Arthur's release is easily felt through the cloth against his bare length and he swallows thickly from the sensation.
On the other hand, Henry doesn't have much to say before Arthur is surging forward again suddenly to pepper kisses down his neck not unlike how he did before. The stinging pressure on his neck has him craning his head back and groaning, hand automatically coming up to rest on Arthur's wrist. ]
Shit— [ And now with nothing to keep him busy, all he can do is sit beneath Arthur, still straddled and focus on the consistent warm pressure. ]
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