[He thinks this might be his favourite, as much as he loves Arthur's hands on him, there's nothing quite like seeing him like this. When he decides to just enjoy whatever Eames wants to do with him.]
You're so beautiful.
[He lifts his head to look at Arthur, a mess with his shirt and pants undone but still on but even that is such a goddamn gorgeous sight that it makes Eames think it should be immortalised in paint and canvas just to be appreciated.]
[His gaze is almost more full of affection than it is lust and he licks his lips, glancing down at his hand for a moment and then back to Arthur's face.]
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You're so beautiful.
[He lifts his head to look at Arthur, a mess with his shirt and pants undone but still on but even that is such a goddamn gorgeous sight that it makes Eames think it should be immortalised in paint and canvas just to be appreciated.]
[His gaze is almost more full of affection than it is lust and he licks his lips, glancing down at his hand for a moment and then back to Arthur's face.]
I could spend hours with you like this.