[Arthur's smile is almost smug as he leans back down to kiss Eames' neck, pressing his lips to the skin like he's trying to measure his pulse. His fingers pump into Eames at a steady pace for a little while longer until he feels like Eames is ready (even though the sounds coming out of his mouth have probably been indicating that for a while).]
[He's hard against Eames' hip, but he gives himself a bit of a hand after he slips his underwear off and gets up and between Eames' legs, making a point of looking Eames over and letting the sight of him get him just a little harder. He takes his sweet time getting the condom and rolling it on.]
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[He's hard against Eames' hip, but he gives himself a bit of a hand after he slips his underwear off and gets up and between Eames' legs, making a point of looking Eames over and letting the sight of him get him just a little harder. He takes his sweet time getting the condom and rolling it on.]
Ready?