[Arthur's breath comes out shaky but even as Eames leans forward. He adjusts his position to prevent an uncomfortable stretch but it's not an issue once Eames starts moving his hips again, at which point Arthur starts moaning again. The friction of this angle is something else and as Arthur scrapes his nails across the back of Eames' neck he lets out an incomprehensible jumble of words that may just be curses or may be requests for Eames to fuck him or a combination of the two.]
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[It's probably a combination of the two.]