[Eames' hand sends sparks up his spine and he lets out shuddering sighs and hums more and more frequently as he tilts his hips into the pressure. Eames always knows exactly how to get him going even when it's just a simple thing like this - it's not too light or too hard, it's just right.]
[Arthur cuts himself off from thinking about how perfect Eames is by focusing on where his own hands are right now. He puts one on the back of Eames' head and with the other he reaches down to try and slip his hand into Eames' pants. It's a tighter fit with Eames' belt still done up but he manages to get in there to dig his fingers in just a little.]
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[Arthur cuts himself off from thinking about how perfect Eames is by focusing on where his own hands are right now. He puts one on the back of Eames' head and with the other he reaches down to try and slip his hand into Eames' pants. It's a tighter fit with Eames' belt still done up but he manages to get in there to dig his fingers in just a little.]