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Australia seemed to go on forever with surveillance and research and ensuring that he not only had every needed mannerism down to a tee but that Eames had made enough notes that if Arthur had any questions, he could answer them. He had everything they needed and he was ready to go home. Ready to get back to a job that excited him as much as he feared just where it was going. Ready to get back to a pointman who was really turning his world upside down, and he was realizing how much he loved it.

Waiting until he was on his last layover and he was sure that the flights would be on time, he sent Arthur a message just before boarding his flight.

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Eames had shipped ahead everything else he needed, not that it had been much, so as he came down the walk to the terminal, all he had was a single rolling carry on. Dressed in fawn colored slacks and a dark burgundy coat over a paisley shirt, he looked like a tourist with a heavy shadow of hair growth along his jaws and a bright light in his eyes as he looked around for the man that should be waiting for him.

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Arthur shook his head and smoothed his hand over Eames' chest. "Don't think either of us were really ready for this when we were in Monaco. Weren't ready for what it could turn into." But now they were and as Eames said, it was well worth the wait.

"Which do you want more right now? Want my mouth sucking you down or do you want to spank me, daddy," he asked, raising his gaze to look at Eames with darkening eyes. They had the whole weekend -- there was absolutely no rush.

"And now," he asked, arching a brow. "Are you ready now?"

He knew he was. He was ready and he wasn't going to walk away from this. Not unless Arthur walked away from him.

"Because if you're ready, I want my boy. Over my knee, begging for it," he admitted, growling with the desire for so much more than the physical of it.

"And now," Arthur started, looking at him. "Now, I'm ready. Wouldn't be here, wouldn't have come to the airport if I wasn't," he admitted. He wasn't planning on walking away now. Not when they had so much starting to go for them, even with Inception over their heads.

His eyes darkened, his tongue slipping out to lick at his bottom lip. "Naked, daddy," he asked, his hand sliding over Eames' chest slowly. After three weeks of not having Eames here with him, he was giving himself this. Allowing Eames, in his own way, to take him and take the reigns for the weekend. Trusting him to do so.

He nodded, just needing to hear it. His chest ached with it, knowing that he had been waiting for longer than he could imagine for Arthur to want to be here, with him.

He chuckled at that, giving an entirely different smile. "Of course naked," He said, stealing another long, needy kiss. His hands moved over Arthur before giving him a small shove back. "Strip for me," he ordered. "Show me what a good boy you are."

It was crazy, practically insane that the time Arthur was ready for this was when everything could literally fall apart on this job. But they both knew the risks. They both knew what they were doing and Arthur wasn't going to entertain the idea that they didn't. Besides, when Monday came, it was getting down to the nitty gritty of this job and who knew when they would have this time again.

When they'd have a day or at most two days to themselves to be with each other.

Arthur made a low noise in the back of his throat when Eames kissed him then pushed him back, giving him that order. His eyes darkened a couple of shades as his hands went up to his tie and effortlessly undid it and pulled it off. Arthur kept his gaze on Eames the entire time as he toyed with the idea of rolling his tie up (perhaps just wanting to make Eames wait a little bit) but for the moment, he didn't and instead allowed it to flutter to the floor and untucked his shirt next.

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He watched him, gaze intense. He wanted to catch every turn of his body, every way he moved. His tongue played over his lips, considering playing his tongue over Arthur's body.

When the tie fluttered to the floor, his eyes widened slightly. "It's going to be like that, is it? I'm impressed."

And he was. He knew that Arthur did things a certain way, and he was forsaking that for Eames.

"May be just the tie," Arthur admitted with a little smile. Ties were one thing -- his shirts and slacks were admittedly a tiny bit different and he wasn't sure he could exactly leave those on the floor for long. He could try though if only because it was Eames.

He bit on his bottom lip as he started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes staying on Eames's reactions.

Eames laughed at that, a low rumbling sound that showed so much more than amusement. His emotions were starting to seep into so much for Arthur's sake. Liking to share those things with him, even just the fact that he'd called Arthur a stick in the mud for so long over so many things, including his clothing.

"I promise that we can clean up after. Together," he vowed, smirking. "If I don't make it impossible for you to walk."

Arthur shot him a look but it's harshness was lessened by the fond look in his eyes and the way he finished unbuttoning his shirt. "Liar," he smirked. "Think it's your priority to leave me unable to walk." His tone was amused though as he considered the man standing there leaning against his wall.

He shrugged out of his shirt and allowed it to flutter to the ground for the moment before toeing off his shoes and moving both hands to his slacks. He started with the belt and knew, in the back of his mind, that as much as he loved Eames spanking his ass, he was less thrilled by the idea of Eames using a belt of any kind. It was the hand on hand contact that he liked.

"Let me consider that," he said, head cocking to one side and his eyes narrowing. "Let me think," he murmured, smiling as he watched his lover. "Yes. That is my utter and absolute plan. You've been away and that ass needs to be reminded who owns it," he admitted. 'reminded it's my ass."

There was no thought to use a belt. He wanted that contact. He wanted his hand to get heated from the constant blows until Arthur begged him for more than the constant pressure of his hand.

"I knew it," Arthur said, if a little smugly as he removed his belt and dropped it to the floor next before unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. He sent Eames a little wink before hooking his thumbs underneath the waist band of his slacks and tugged them down with a little move of his hips. Arthur had to admit, he rather liked how Eames got about his ass.

"Mm, pretty sure it still belongs to me, Mr. Eames," he said, giving the man a wicked little wink to see what he would say - not able to help but tease him and push those buttons.

There was something about this that was what had pushed Eames from just seeking hot sex to wanting more with Arthur. The side of him that no one was likely to have seen before. At least not anyone in the dreamshare community. This teasing and laughing, the playfulness, it wasn't something familiar to many. He'd definitely never seen it before.

Moving to sit on the arm of the couch, he watched him intently. "Let me put it this way. If it isn't my ass, Boy, then I have no reason to redden it with my hand, do I?"

It was a side of himself that Arthur never showed to anyone else. A side of him that he never trusted to show anyone else but he felt comfortable to be this way with Eames.

He watched Eames take a seat on the arm of the couch and walked toward him slowly. Arthur paused for a moment as he dropped his slacks and stepped out of them. "Mm, you may have a point," he admitted with a little smirk as he hooked his fingers into the waist band of his boxers and drew them down and off, standing fully naked now as he moves in closer to Eames. "Daddy --," he said, reaching out to slide his hand over Eames' chest slowly.

He watched Arthur the entire time Even if he had wanted to look away, he wasn't sure he could have. Not as he dropped those boxers, naked and beautiful. He'd just fucked him so recently and yet this was so different.

"That's my boy," he said, knowing that Arthur was agreeing. "Now back up so I can get seated and give you a lap."

He could still feel traces of Eames's come over his thighs and leaking from him slowly from when he fucked him but this -- this was what he had been waiting for and wanting. He took a step back so Eames could get comfortable and bit on the inside of his bottom lip as he watched - anxious and anticipating the smacks that Eames would lay on his bare ass.

He wasn't going to strip, yet he paused to get out of his jacket, wriggling out of it and tossing it on the floor with a flourish and a grin. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt before settling on the edge of the couch. He patted his lap.

"Now come here, Boy. You know the position, don't you?"

Arthur watched him toss his jacket to the floor and allowed himself a chuckle before moving in closer to him. "I think I remember, daddy," he smirked before settling himself over Eames's lap, shifting a little to get comfortable.

Of course with Eames, tossing things around like that was not the same as for Arthur. He'd worry about it later, not letting it interfere with something so much more important.

Arthur naked, willing, moving to wriggle his way onto Eames' lap. He didn't strike him. Not yet. First was soothing, reminding him that all of this, the whipping and everything else, came with more than just physical pain and gratification.

"How many do you think you need," he asked, stroking the curve of his ass.

Arthur made a soft sound as Eames stroked and practically petted his ass. It was much more than just the pain from Eames' hand or the gratification at the end - it was allowing himself to just feel and let Eames take care of him. Take care of his needs and wants and trust him knowing that afterward, Eames would still be there putting him back together.

He thought about that for a moment as his hands came to rest on the couch cushions as his head rested against his forearm. "Ten? Maybe fifteen --," he bit on his lip. Truth be told, he always seemed to lose track of how many times Eames ended up spanking him. By a certain point, all he did was whimper and beg for Eames to finally fucking fuck him already.

Eames made a soft sound, lightly dragging his fingers along his lover's ass, tracing the cleft with a teasing touch.

"Eager boy, aren't you," he asked, giving the tiniest pat. "Ten, and maybe half again that? Well well."

Then suddenly came the first slap, hard. "Here's hoping I don't disappoint."

"You love it," he said with a little pleased smile. "Love that I'm eager, daddy."

Arthur inhaled sharply at the first hard slap to his ass. "I -- mm, doubt you'll disappoint," he said, his hand clenching on the couch cushion as he bit on his bottom lip.

"Damn right I do," he mewled, loving the way he reacted to that first hit. "I want you eager. Be loud. Give me all you're willing to give me," he demanded, though his words were soft, loving, loving it all.

Another slap. Then another. Loving the way it felt warming his hand on his ass, striking again. Harder the third time.

Arthur felt heat crawl up his neck as Eames said those words to him and felt himself slowly hardening against Eames's thigh. He closed his eyes and when the next slaps came, Arthur was ready for them. He gasped at the third, harder strike and shifted. Gradually, he could feel the tension seep from his shoulders and back as his focus went toward what Eames wad doing.

"That's my boy. Loving it, I can tell," he murmured. Shifting to rub himself against him, enjoying that sensation. Another slap and then rubbing his fingers along the cleft of his ass.

"Are you counting," he asked, smirking.

"How so," Arthur asked with a teasing grin, knowing Eames was feeling how hard he was getting against his thigh. He bit off a moan when Eames rubbed against him, not-so-secretly loving the friction. His hands tightened around the fabric of the couch and groaned at the next slap.

He breathed for a long minute before shifting back against his fingers. "Mm, am I supposed to be counting, daddy," he asked with a smirk. He knew how many that had been of course, but he just had to ask.

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Wasn't sure which one you wanted me to use.

I was totally good with either! <3 Arthur loves it.

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