[Arthur settles between Eames' legs when the underwear has been discarded, sitting up and appreciating the view all over again. The fireplace was an amazing idea — the soft, warm light on Eames' curves is fucking gorgeous and Arthur could sit here taking it in for much longer, but that might kill the vibe.]
[So he leans forward over Eames and kisses him, slow and indulgent like he's been this whole time, but promptly moving on to his neck and down his chest. He takes some time there, nosing at Eames' bra and sucking temporary marks on the skin of his breasts that aren't trapped by the lingerie.]
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[So he leans forward over Eames and kisses him, slow and indulgent like he's been this whole time, but promptly moving on to his neck and down his chest. He takes some time there, nosing at Eames' bra and sucking temporary marks on the skin of his breasts that aren't trapped by the lingerie.]