[Arthur can see the signs and when Eames really starts ramping up the noise he pulls away from Eames' face, groaning as he tries to concentrate on Eames' neck to find a good spot. It's a good thing he knows the layout there like the back of his hand - he's had to find safe spots to bite enough times that he recognizes them just by specific way the muscles curve under his lips. He doesn't waste a lot of time because Eames seems to be approaching the end very quickly, so after a moment at his chosen spot he scrapes his teeth across the skin and then sinks into it with sharp fangs.]
[The blood flowing into his mouth tastes and feels so good, and as always he forgets where he is for a second, fucking Eames on autopilot. A moment later he's back, picking up the pace just a touch to finish them both off as he drinks Eames' blood.]
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[The blood flowing into his mouth tastes and feels so good, and as always he forgets where he is for a second, fucking Eames on autopilot. A moment later he's back, picking up the pace just a touch to finish them both off as he drinks Eames' blood.]