[If he were with someone a little more human, Eames would be a bit concerned about hurting them with how tight he's holding Arthur. He digs his fingers in hard enough that they'd leave bruises on anyone else when he starts to come, his other hand balled into a fist and pulling in Arthur's hair. He screws his eyes shut hard enough to see white spots behind his eyelids and cries out with the force of his orgasm, shuddering and trembling with every wave of it that passes through him.]
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