[Eames is too overwhelmed to maintain a steady gaze back, much as he wants to look at him, every time Arthur hits or brushes over his prostate is like a shock that walks a knife's edge of pleasure and pain. In hindsight, maybe he should've taken a few minutes to cool off, but now he's here and this is all Eames wants. Part of him thinking he'd put up with any amount of pain to have Arthur inside him like this right now.]
[He wants to communicate some version of this, looking up at Arthur with a desperate expression, but all that comes out is a moan at one of those shocks that makes him screw his eyes shut and throw his head back.]
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[He wants to communicate some version of this, looking up at Arthur with a desperate expression, but all that comes out is a moan at one of those shocks that makes him screw his eyes shut and throw his head back.]