[Eames moans and curses, turning his head to press his forehead to Arthur's temple. He can feel how hard he's moving in his back and his thighs and it almost makes him want to apologise for never being able to do this before, but mostly he focuses on making sure Arthur gets everything he's got.]
[Speaking of stuff he's never been able to do before, Eames' hand moves up Arthur's side to his shoulder and he follows the outside of Arthur's free arm with his fingertips, trying to gently manoeuvre it so Eames can take his other wrist and pin that one by his head.]
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[Speaking of stuff he's never been able to do before, Eames' hand moves up Arthur's side to his shoulder and he follows the outside of Arthur's free arm with his fingertips, trying to gently manoeuvre it so Eames can take his other wrist and pin that one by his head.]