i will sail to the far shore

[magato]

[ Los Angeles is a city of easy prey, and that's nice, when he's not feeling up to a chase or trying to find new ways of getting close to Naoto. Not only that, it's where Heine lives.

At first he really thought the guy was fucking his beloved "sister". Continued denials and his own sniffing around have put that thought to rest, and then brought to light a new fact: Heine's pretty easy, too. It probably helps that he knows Magato has no interest in fame or fortune for himself. All Magato really wants is the fucking around—in all meanings of the phrase.

Speaking of fucking around, there's that one guy walking into the bar... Eames, if he remembers correctly. Sorta famous, sorta not, whatever. He definitely has a thing for Snowflake.

So of course Magato turns from where he's sitting at the bar and raises one hand in a lazy wave, fingers curling toward his palm. ]

Fancy seeing you tonight. You come here often?

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[embellishing]

It'll be up to even your high standards.

[Luckily, Eames' apartment doorman was used to the song and dance about the paparazzi, holding the door open for the both of them before gently gesturing for the photographers to go elsewhere. The damage was done already, but Eames couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction. Would Magato see those pictures and get annoyed? He hoped so.

He used the stairs instead of the elevator to get back to his floor, shaking his head at the question.]

Just did a few tweaks here or there. Nothing too serious. Why, are you eager to listen again already?

[He shot Heine a knowing wink, plodding over to his door to unlock it. It was like a whole different apartment, the only thing still the same from the other day was the painting, but it'd been pushed more out of the way.]

[canicide]

[ Heine keeps up, going up the stairs and not looking back at the people hanging back around the front door. They aren't interested enough to follow them inside, at least. ]

Don't have a lot better to do. [ He's eaten, and all the other things that he and Eames tend to do... don't seem like a good idea just yet. ] If you feel like recording any more.

[embellishing]

It's been a while since we recorded anything together. It could be fun.

[He shut the door behind them both, gesturing for Heine to stick his leftovers in the fridge, heading into his studio to boot everything up.]

If you're so inclined, my recent string of videos have been drunk karaoke themed. Would you do me the great honor of drinking with me and singing something?

[canicide]

We'll see about that.

[ Drunk karaoke. Heine gives him a sideways look, but he goes with him into his apartment anyway.

It takes a while for them to fall back into the rhythm of things. Longer than Heine really expected, because he almost thought they'd end up sleeping together the first night the met up again. But it's almost a week before Eames comes into his hotel room and Heine kisses his throat and presses him up against the door, on the last night before he returns to LA. ]

You smell like the Indian food.

[ Heine mumbles against his skin, fingers sliding under Eames' shirt to tug at the waistband of his pants. Dinner had been hours ago already, so Eames still smells faintly of spices, but moreso his cologne and himself. ]

[embellishing]

[It must be a new record for them to not have fallen into bed together, really. Not since they first met had they been able to keep their hands off of each other, and Eames was a bit proud of them, even as he was frustrated at this sudden distance. He had been resigned to seeing Heine off without touching him when Heine took matters into his own hands.

He had to laugh when Heine unexpected pressed him up against his hotel door, arching his neck to give him better access as he gripped at Heine's waist to bring him in closer.]

Is that going to be a problem?

[He lodged a thigh between Heine's legs, helping him take his shirt off.]

[canicide]

No.

[ Heine rises automatically on his toes, riding Eames' leg with a low groan. When he's able to get his hands on his shirt properly he drags it off over his head and tosses it to the ground.

It does somewhat lessen the smell of cumin, but Heine's already forgotten about that. ]

Get on the bed.

[embellishing]

I do so love it when you take charge.

[Eames teased, swooping down to kiss Heine deeply for a moment, sweeping his tongue into his mouth briefly before he did as he was told. He loosened his belt as he went, letting his pants drop to the floor after he kicked out of his shoes.

He crawled onto the bed, before turning over to rest on his back, pupils dilated with interest as he looked back over at Heine.]

How do you want me?

[canicide]

Of course you do.

[ Heine scans Eames as he sprawls out, eyes going from head to toe.

He did miss this. A smirk pulls back the corner of his mouth as he climbs up to rest on his knees, looming over Eames from his position straddling his legs. ]

I want to fuck you. [ He falls forward, landing on his palms over Eames to stare directly down into his face for a good five seconds before he moves again. Reaching over Eames, he opens the hotel's nightstand drawer for the lube he definitely didn't buy until yesterday. ]

[embellishing]

[Eames who body seemed to drum with desire at that simple statement, at that lazy smirk on Heine's lips as he looked down at him. Every part of his thighs that pressed against his bare skin felt like it was scalding him, but instead of wanting to jerk away, he wanted to press in closer.

He canted his head to the side, propping himself up onto the pillows to get more comfortable, expression interested.]

Yeah? For how long have you been behaving and keeping your hands to yourself?

[canicide]

What's it matter to you?

[ Heine squeezes his knees in, but releases the pressure a moment later as he answers. ]

Since I stopped seeing Magato.

[ Having voiced it, Heine drops the lube onto Eames' chest. ]

If that's what you mean.

[embellishing]

[Not while he was seeing Magato? It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, but he didn't want to ruin the moment, instead taking the lube and coating his fingers generously.]

Why wouldn't it matter to me?

[AKA why wouldn't he want to have his ego stroked a bit. Because even if they had been behaving and keeping their hands off of each other until their relationship had felt more solid without sex, he might be a bit starved for assurance.

He nudged at Heine to spread his legs a bit wider so he could reach for his own entrance, tipping his head back slightly as he pressed in one finger, then another almost straight away. What could he say? It'd been a trying week.]

[canicide]

[ Heine moves to give Eames room, looking quickly between his face, the crease between his eyebrows, and down to where his fingers slip in surprisingly quickly between his legs. ]

Eager.

[ But after a pause, he answers the question. ]

We weren't together. [ Not during Magato, and not before Magato either, so why would he care? ] Are we now?

[embellishing]

Would you rather take it slow and sweet?

[Eames asked, half-sarcastically and half-seriously, but his fingers didn't slow in the least, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Heine answering his question seriously was enough to make him slow his pace, finding this talk awkward, but knowing the moment's importance and significance. He leaned up, pressing their mouths together, pulling away only a few millimeters so that their lips could still brush.]

I want us to be.

[And there it was, bared out in the open with no vagueness, no ways it could be misconstrued. It was worrisome, to be so straight forward, but he had been under the assumption that once Heine had reached out to him and admitted he wanted this to work between them that they were together.]

[canicide]

Didn't say that.

[ Heine looks down as Eames' fingers disappear into himself, tipping his head to rest his forehead at his shoulder for a moment after he speaks. If Eames wants them to be together, then...

...then it's another chance Heine is willing to take. ]

Okay.

[ Kissing his throat, Heine rolls his hips against his leg. ]

You ready?

[embellishing]

[Eames almost laughed at loud at how easy that was. If only they had talked sooner, they might have saved themselves a lot of heartache, a lot of time wasted. But he supposed it was fine this way too, with Heine's mouth against his throat, his hips against his. He let out a soft moan, moving his hips to match Heine's movement, nodding.]

Yeah.

[He used his hands to cup Heine's face gently, tilting it up so he could kiss him.]

Just fuck me already.

[And people said romance was dead.]

[canicide]

[ The moment passes quickly, but Heine doesn't mind that. It's something about their dynamic that he'd taken for granted before, the unspoken understandings—though they seem to work better now that they are spoken. ]

Yeah, yeah. [ With a turn of his head he kisses Eames back. He meets his movements with his own, smoothing his hands down Eames' sides to grip them tightly as he presses into him. Eames had been so quick to finger himself before that Heine doesn't take it slow either. ]

[embellishing]

[Though Eames had stretched himself out adequately enough, it didn't truly prepare him to be filled by Heine, and he couldn't help but groan loudly at the pleasure of it. He planted his feet on the mattress to help facilitate their motion, reaching up to pull Heine down into a kiss.]

[canicide]

[ Like he remembered, Eames is responsive and shameless when he gets fucked. Heine hisses out a breath as he nudges his hips forward again even though he's already almost fully inside of him. ]

Eames— [ He starts, but as their mouths meet he goes quiet, taking Eames' lower lip between his teeth and pulling. ]

[embellishing]

[It always did something to him, when Heine bit down on his lip and tugged, and he couldn't help but growl slightly at it, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach from that alone. It doesn't hurt that he wrapped his legs around Heine's waist to push him in all the way, breathless from the sensation of being full.

Most people wanted Eames to fuck them, which was fine, but this was a different type of intimacy he rarely wanted from others. But he supposed it was just par the course with his relationship with Heine.]

[canicide]

[ He keeps his hands where they are for as long as he can, taking slow breaths to steady himself until his weight has moved too far forward and he has to grab one of the railings in the headboard. Then he begins to move. ]

Good? [ A bit early to ask, maybe, but it's squeezed out from the tightness of Eames' body all around him. ] You can— [ He grips his thigh, giving it an encouraging press. ]

[embellishing]

Yes.

[The word seem to be squeezed out of him, gasped out through ineffectively gritted teeth, Eames' back arched. Even when they couldn't stand each other or talk before, that had never changed how good it had felt to have Heine in him, moving in a way that was uncomfortable at first but would soon give way to euphoria.

At his encouragement, Eames started to press back against him in earnest.]

Going to make me do all the work in this too?

[It was a breathless tease, Eames tipping his head back to look at Heine.]

[canicide]

[ The memories come back quickly, despite the time that's passed and the things that happened in between. Something about how it feels. ]

Relax. [ He bucks forward without further warning. The movement makes their skin slap together loudly, and he's not afraid of shoving Eames hard enough to push him up the bed. ] I haven't even gotten started yet.

[ With that Heine starts to move in earnest, slamming hard into Eames. Sliding home into all that heat is so good and simple that he nearly wonders how he ever stopped.

It ends up too hard to think when he starts really fucking Eames, though. ]

[embellishing]

[Before Eames can even think of a retort, Heine slammed their hips together, making him arch and see stars, his hands quickly digging into Heine's back, as if begging for more.

And Heine delivered, like he always do, reducing Eames to moans and skin and pleasure, his world narrowed down to where their bodies met, the sound of his moans and the building realization he was about to cum.]

Heine.

[Was going to be all the warning he was going to get before Eames came hard, making out small punched out noises.]

[canicide]

[ Not bothering to slow down and talk, Heine just keeps moving, pumping into him with hard and regular thrusts. He knows Eames. He knows his body. ]

Shit.

[ Heaving out a breath, Heine catches most of Eames' orgasm against his lower stomach. After a second of recovering his breath, Heine moves again, rocking more slowly into the tight clench of his body until he comes as well. ]

[embellishing]

[Too blown apart to offer actual words of encouragement, instead Eames relied on moving his hips, moaning, and shuddering as he felt Heine come inside him, hot and insistent. He pulled him down into a kiss, uncaring of the mess that was smearing between the two of them, wanting to convey his affection the best way he could. Then he rested his forehead against Heine's, a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips.]

Good?