[Some of the noises starting to come out of Eames aren't even ones he knew he had in him, every curse and moan coming out like a sob or a whimper almost as if he's in pain, which. Well. He is. But it feels so fucking good, everything he imagined and then some.]
[He lets his upper body all but fall to the bed, one arm curled under him where he can press his forehead into it, and the other stretched out on the bed, desperately grasping at the sheets. His chest, even, ends up flat on the bed with just his ass up for Arthur.]
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[He lets his upper body all but fall to the bed, one arm curled under him where he can press his forehead into it, and the other stretched out on the bed, desperately grasping at the sheets. His chest, even, ends up flat on the bed with just his ass up for Arthur.]