[He makes a weak noise of protest as his grip on Arthur's neck slips and he's pushed away, expression a little petulant like a kid being denied a treat for a moment before he registers the sight of Arthur under him.]
Oh my god.
[He lets go of Arthur's other hand and brushes his fingers up the side of his neck with a frown. Losing control for Eames usually means getting real noisy, not biting his boyfriend's neck in some attempt to get a meal out of him. He's clearly embarrassed, avoiding looking at Arthur's face with a frown.]
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Oh my god.
[He lets go of Arthur's other hand and brushes his fingers up the side of his neck with a frown. Losing control for Eames usually means getting real noisy, not biting his boyfriend's neck in some attempt to get a meal out of him. He's clearly embarrassed, avoiding looking at Arthur's face with a frown.]
I'm sorry.