[Eames makes a gently pleased noise and takes Arthur in his hand again, leaning in to leave kisses at the joint of Arthur's thigh. Part of him feels like he could spend hours like this-- a more realistic part of him is aware of all the ways that's a lie, but the taste of Arthur's skin and the way he feels are far and away two of Eames' favourite things.]
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[Eames makes a gently pleased noise and takes Arthur in his hand again, leaning in to leave kisses at the joint of Arthur's thigh. Part of him feels like he could spend hours like this-- a more realistic part of him is aware of all the ways that's a lie, but the taste of Arthur's skin and the way he feels are far and away two of Eames' favourite things.]