[Arthur takes another deep breath, scanning Eames quickly as he thinks about what to do. After a moment, he lifts one hand to Eames' shoulder and the other to the hand on his chest, tender for just a second. He turns Eames with a firm shove and twists his arm behind his back — not enough to hurt, but enough to pin it between them as he presses his hips to Eames' ass.]
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[Arthur takes another deep breath, scanning Eames quickly as he thinks about what to do. After a moment, he lifts one hand to Eames' shoulder and the other to the hand on his chest, tender for just a second. He turns Eames with a firm shove and twists his arm behind his back — not enough to hurt, but enough to pin it between them as he presses his hips to Eames' ass.]
Something like this?