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]

[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?

[canicide]

Don't fish for compliments.

[ Heine mumbles a retort, but a moment later he follows the kiss with another. He nearly bumps his nose against Eames' before he sits back. ]

It was good. [ Slowly he starts to pull out. ] Let's shower.

[embellishing]

[The compliment warmed him as much as the kiss, Eames suddenly forgetting how to not smile. He watched as Heine started to pull away from him, feeling emptier for it, but mostly lazy and unmotivated to move.]

You don't want to enjoy the afterglow for a bit?

[canicide]

The cum's already drying.

[ And it's gross, so Heine wants to get up and clean himself. He looks down at some of the sticky mess on his dick as he picks himself up. ]

You can come.

[embellishing]

What, already ready for round two?

[But Eames got up obliging, heading into the bathroom to turn on the water to a proper temperature.]

[canicide]

Shower first.

[ They can see about a round two later, but knowing them, Heine's leaning towards yes. He wants to clean up in the interim anyway.

Once they're in the bathroom, away from the pull and automatic intimacy of bed, Heine shifts on his feet on the tile. They talked about it—sort of. But that may not be enough, even if he doesn't want to bring it up again either, instead starting to busy himself by stepping under the shower. ]

[embellishing]

[It was strange to see Heine looking so stand offish after what had just transpired, but Eames supposed they had never had issues with physical intimacy. The other sort however, was different territory.

So when he stepped into the shower, he blew a raspberry affectionately into the back of Heine's neck, one hand lazily in his waist.]

I can practically feel you thinking. What are you so solemn about now?

[canicide]

[ Damn Eames for knowing him well enough to know when he's thinking about something else. Heine remains quiet, only squirming slightly at the wet sound of Eames' mouth on his neck. ]

Nothing. [ He tilts himself back, leaning into Eames. ]

[embellishing]

You're a poor liar.

[But he wouldn't press for now, instead, content to bury his face into Heine's hair.]

[canicide]

You would know.

[ Heine does deliver that statement with a slight lilt of a tease, though, head tilted down as he washes himself with more soap and water.

It takes some more time in the shower for Heine to say anything else. But he does, saying, ] So what are we supposed to be now?

[embellishing]

[Instead of pressing, Eames let Heine work through his thoughts, whistling slightly as he started to clean himself off, already feeling a bit sore and tender.

The question was a surprise, in that Heine would feel comfortable enough to ask it so soon. He had expected it in text form, if he was going to be honest.]

What we've always danced around? Boyfriends sounds a bit silly, but I'm all ears for a better label.

[canicide]

[ After a moment of further consideration, Heine offers, ] Partners.

[ And he remembers to tack on, ] Not in crime.

good to wrap up here???

[embellishing]

Why bother adding that when we both know it could still apply?

[Still, it could be worse, and he pressed a kiss into Heine's hair, grinning.]

Partners, then.

(y)

[canicide]

Yeah, yeah.

[ With a small eye roll, Heine lets Eames hold him, kiss him, and holds him in return. ]