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heyboss

They fall onto the counter, an annoyance for later, and he hitches his hips against Arthur's.

He slides his hands under Arthur's shirt, around to his back, fingers pressed against his cool skin.

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lestercraft

His back arches with a soft groan, between the press of their hips and the burning hands on his back (and he'd already learned, obliquely, that that still works just fine, thanks Astarion) and one hand comes to tangle in Sheehan's curls, tilt his head so Arthur can kiss down his jaw and neck.

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heyboss

The brush of a kiss against his neck is unexpected but sweet and he melts into it, not even thinking of a vampire's teeth. Only Arthur.

He lets out a breath, his blood hot and his heart fast. The press of the counter against his back doesn't even register as he fumbles with Arthur's shirt.

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lestercraft

Sheehan's pulse flutters against his lips, and for a second his mind stumbles as hunger rears its ugly head.

His head swims: it would be so easy - the fingers tangled in Sheehan's hair turn to a light grip, pressing his hip more firmly into place, a firm kiss against that racing heartbeat turns open-mouthed, the flats of fangs dragging over the vein on new instinct--

Then he feels bare hands on his skin like a brand and he's suddenly, shockingly aware of his own body and he flinches, mouth snapping shut as his head turns away a fraction.

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heyboss

Sheehan feels those teeth against him and his heart flutters half a beat. When Arthur flinches, he looks over at him, searching his pallid face.

"What can I do?" he asks, because he has the smallest inkling of what the issue might be.

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lestercraft

He meets Sheehan's gaze and swallows thickly, before he looks away with a shade of guilt.

"W-we should... probably take this to the bedroom," he says, trying to put an edge of warmth back into it, massaging Sheehan's side lightly. "Basic decency, you know. It's not like we locked the door."

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heyboss

He takes that warmth and gentleness and runs with it. "Basic decency! That went out the window when my damn jacket fell in the sink," he says lightly, leaning forward to kiss him, gathering his shirt and taking Arthur's hand to guide him there.

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lestercraft

Arthur's laughter is a release of tension, but it still makes him light up as he kisses Sheehan back and lets himself be tugged along.

He won't hurt Sheehan, he knows he won't. Even if the moment scared him; he just has to pay attention to himself and he'll be fine.

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heyboss

Once back in the bedroom, he pulls Arthur against him so he can kiss him again. No harm done. No hurt feelings. Sheehan lets him lead now, whatever he's comfortable with, but his hands are around him again.

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lestercraft

He's grateful for the lead, and takes advantage of it by kissing Sheehan and nudging him back until his knees hit the bed, and when he's sitting he rests a knee on the bed next to him, his thigh pressed against Sheehan's. Both hands find his neck, thumbs brushing against his broader jaw, and tilts him up a little into another deep kiss.

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heyboss

Behind the privacy of the door, Sheehan feels even bolder, moving with Arthur's encouragement. His fingers find his hips, still so sharp and far too skinny, but he raises up against him.

"Ah, you know this is my favorite view of you," he teases lightly, slipping his thumb underneath the waistband of his trousers.

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lestercraft

Heat rolls up his spine when Sheehan presses into him, making a gasp shiver in his throat.

"Well, here's me learning you have one," he murmurs back, resting his forearms on Sheehan's shoulders so he can catch a handful of curls to tug his head back a little. "And you looking so damn handsome about it."

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heyboss

He lets his head fall back, grinning as he pulls him back onto the bed with a laugh.

"I have a few, but been too distracted to say anything about it."

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lestercraft

The tug gets a noise of surprise from Arthur as he quickly catches himself on either side of Sheehan's head, but he laughs as well, and hitches his other leg up so he's straddling Sheehan.

"Should I ask?" he teases back, pushing his hips into Sheehan a little more. "Or just wait until they come up naturally?"

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heyboss

"You can ask," he laughs, sliding his hands around to Arthur's ass, playful and grinning.

"I like seeing you above me, like this. And with fewer clothes."

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lestercraft

Knowing his hands are moving there doesn't stop him from arching a little when they hit home, and if only it were possible his face would have been dark red.

Instead, he grins softly, bashful and nervous but emboldened by the praise, and he pulls his hands back for just long enough to slide his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor - and with only a few moments of hesitation, his undershirt follows.

He's as skinny as Sheehan expects, though it's admittedly still moreso than is healthy, but there's not any new scars on his torso to mind. "Like this, then?" he drawls quietly, leaning in to rest his hands on Sheehan's chest, tracing his fingertips lightly through the soft hair there.

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heyboss

Sheehan takes in a breath, an anticipatory movement, and then grins, taking one of his hands and kissing his fingers.

"Yeah. Just like that, actually." He slides a hand down along his chest and stomach, along muscles and bones and scars, and dips his hand underneath the waistband of his trousers, pulling him close to kiss him deeply.

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lestercraft

He watches Sheehan's hand glide down his chest, and it doesn't feel... bad today, strangely. Not when he can focus on the sensation of that hand finding whole skin, and the warmth that lingers in its wake.

Then the hand in his pants finds home as he's dragged in for a kiss and he moans, surprised and breathless against Sheehan's mouth.

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heyboss

He uses his other hand to slides those pants from his hips, never once breaking the kiss. His eyes closed as he loses himself in the kiss, in the touch, spurred on by that moan.

"Ah, I love you," he mutters against his mouth, sucking in a breath as he tries to keep up.

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lestercraft

Sheehan doesn't get a particularly verbose reply in turn when Arthur is lost in sensation, whining shameless and open against Sheehan's mouth until his head drops against Sheehan's shoulder as his hips move with the touch. "God- f-fuck, Les--"

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heyboss

God, but he is beautiful, Sheehan thinks, eyes opening when Arthur pulls back. He arches his back against him, breathless with his own anticipation.

"Yeah," he murmurs back to him, free hand raising to the back of his neck, tangling in Arthur's hair again, fingers curling.

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lestercraft

The fingers in his hair make his scalp tingle, and it's like lightning down his spine that makes him arch with a strangled cry right in Sheehan's ear, as he finishes all at once.

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heyboss

Sheehan leans in and presses a kiss just under his jaw, avoiding those puncture marks on his neck.

No, he likes this view the most.

"Alright?" he mutters, finding his mouth again, kissing him deeply.

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lestercraft

His limbs are trembling gently, holding himself up over Sheehan like this, but he kisses back; dazed at first, but quickly deeper, one hand cupping Sheehan's head to pull him into it a little.

"Yeah," he mumbles when they finally part, pressing his forehead to Sheehan's briefly. God he smelled good like this, flushed and ready himself, and he has to force himself to sit up on his knees again, and slide a hand between his own legs, ignoring the mess as he trails under Sheehan's waistband as well. "You?"

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heyboss

He adjusts his hips, meeting his hand in anticipation, shuddering out a deep breath.

"Yeah. Keep that up and I'll be better," he teases, sinking into the bed.