[Arthur's already flushed but his cheeks get a little hotter as Eames speaks. He barely ever feels anxious about being able to meet Eames' needs, and the idea that he might not be able to get rough enough — after all his pushing Eames to let him help — is somehow deeply embarrassing. He frowns softly and scans Eames' face as he tries to process all of it quickly enough that he doesn't go soft.]
[He finally sighs and looks away, just to relieve some of that shame creeping into his brain.]
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[He finally sighs and looks away, just to relieve some of that shame creeping into his brain.]
Turn over then.