[If pressed, Eames honestly wouldn't be able to explain this reaction. He kisses down the side of Arthur's neck, pausing to pay special attention to a spot at just above his collarbone, and nips lightly at the skin. Maybe it's just because he's so overwhelmed by how good everything feels right now, or it's an open mouth at someone's throat — even without the steady pulse running through it — but he can't stop himself before his fangs come out and he's sinking them in with another low groan.]
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