[That's enough for Eames and he brings his arms up to loop around Arthur's neck with a quiet moan, closing his eyes to let himself get back where he was a moment ago. It's not exactly difficult for him, biting his lip to try and keep any noises he makes quiet. He looks over at the door, wondering briefly if anyone could hear if they stopped to listen, and the thought sends sparks up his spine. Something that has his back arching and him murmuring Arthur's voice in desperation.]
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