[Arthur keeps it up for a little while, really trying to get Eames to a point where he's almost incoherently wound up. When he feels like his efforts have plateaued, he pulls away and gets up on his knees, hands coming to Eames' hips.]
[He can't and doesn't bother trying to hold in the moan that escapes him as he sinks into him. It's slow and indulgent, like everything else has been tonight, and he really tries to savour every inch, pausing when he's fully buried. He readjusts his knees a little bit and then starts rocking his hips at a shallow and gentle pace, moaning at how good it feels.]
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[He can't and doesn't bother trying to hold in the moan that escapes him as he sinks into him. It's slow and indulgent, like everything else has been tonight, and he really tries to savour every inch, pausing when he's fully buried. He readjusts his knees a little bit and then starts rocking his hips at a shallow and gentle pace, moaning at how good it feels.]