[Eames certainly appreciates it, moaning a little as he relaxes his throat to take Arthur all the way in, gripping his hip to encourage him to do whatever it is he wants to do here. His other hand he lifts between his legs, rubbing slight lines back and forth over Arthur's skin until he finds his entrance and massages over it. He'd smirk if he could, but he's too busy enjoying what he's doing for that.]
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