[Eventually Arthur slows to a stop, humming and moaning as he does, but he's too busy drinking from Eames' neck to pull out just yet. He puts his hand on Eames' hip and brushes his thumb back and forth to sooth him, staying just a little while longer until the punctures start to dry up and he sits up on his heels.]
[He knows how gruesome he must look, always looks when they do this, teeth and lips still red with blood as he looks down at Eames, but he needs to take the image of this in at least once more: this gorgeous man with his stomach and chest a sticky mess with bright red blood smeared up one side of his neck. Arthur puts both hands on Eames' hips like he's going to pull out but doesn't just yet, deciding he's going to catch his breath first.]
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[He knows how gruesome he must look, always looks when they do this, teeth and lips still red with blood as he looks down at Eames, but he needs to take the image of this in at least once more: this gorgeous man with his stomach and chest a sticky mess with bright red blood smeared up one side of his neck. Arthur puts both hands on Eames' hips like he's going to pull out but doesn't just yet, deciding he's going to catch his breath first.]