[Eames' breath catches on a gasp, fingers reflexively balling in Arthur's hair at that initial pain before Eames relaxes into it. There's always a rush when Arthur bites him, some mix of adrenaline and excitement that kicks up his pulse and brings him close to some stupid euphoria, but his breathing slows and evens out after some moments. He shifts to make himself a little more comfortable in Arthur's lap, still combing his fingers through Arthur's hair in a mix of affection and encouragement, resting the other on Arthur's chest.]
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