[Arthur rests his forehead on the pillow beside Eames' head, taking until his breath finally starts to even out before he makes any moves. He starts by lifing his head back up to brush his lips against Eames' cheek, putting his hand on Eames' thigh before he pulls out. As gently as he can manage, he's just going to collapse down on the bed beside Eames, facing him on his side and humming with satisfaction at a job well done.]
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