[Eames groans softly, just as much frustration as it is a growing desire to just go in there and fuck Arthur up against that counter. It takes all of a minute after that idea flits through his head for Eames to get up and take the tablet with him to the kitchen. Taking care to make sure his steps are quiet as he wanders in and takes Arthur's discarded glass to have himself a sip of that water, totally nonchalant as if he isn't hard and a fucking mess standing next to his boyfriend while he fingers himself.]
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