[Arthur grunts as he tries to match Eames' intensity, rocking his hips with a purpose as he brings his hand up to Eames' jaw. With a firm grip, he turns Eames' head away, just enough to give him a stretch of skin on his neck to kiss and bite at. He makes a trail of teeth marks and quick hickeys down towards his collarbone, listening to see if this is working for Eames.]
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