[Eames looks up at Arthur with a heavy-lidded gaze; half fondness, half tiredness. He lifts a hand for Arthur's face, but it's too far so he just drops his arm to his side. Maybe it's a gruesome sight, but at this point Eames is so used to it all he sees is a gorgeous and satisfied man, one who fucked him so good he's still shuddering and letting out quiet moans.]
[Everything combined is catching up with him and Eames can feel himself starting to drift off, but he doesn't want to just yet and frowns.]
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[Everything combined is catching up with him and Eames can feel himself starting to drift off, but he doesn't want to just yet and frowns.]