[Eames opens his eyes to look at Arthur, as much as he can with their faces so close, combing his fingers through Arthur's hair and holding his face in an outpouring of affection. A second pair of arms he wraps around Arthur, pushing his palms up Arthur's back.]
[In contrast to Arthur though, Eames is still sensitive, and it shows in the way he arches and writhes under Arthur, moans coming out closer to whimpers as if he might actually be in pain.]
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[In contrast to Arthur though, Eames is still sensitive, and it shows in the way he arches and writhes under Arthur, moans coming out closer to whimpers as if he might actually be in pain.]