[When Arthur's satisfied that he's paid Eames' boobs enough attention for now, he keeps moving down his stomach until he's shuffled down far enough to hook his arms under Eames' thighs, laying down with his stomach flat on the ground and propped up on his elbows. He noses affectionately at the soft skin of Eames' inner thighs, presses kisses to his labia, drawing out just long enough to be a tease before he finally looks straight up at Eames and drags his tongue over his clit, slow like it's an experiment, as if he doesn't know it feels fucking good.]
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