[There's some mutual appreciation going on here as Eames looks up at Arthur, eyes freely roaming over his body as he thinks about all the things he wants to do to Arthur and which ones are the least inadvisable for him right now.]
[He licks his lips as he tracks the lines of Arthur's body up to his face, and smirks softly with a gesture for him to come closer. Ideally right in his lap, but he'll take anything that puts Arthur's face in kissing distance.]
no subject
[He licks his lips as he tracks the lines of Arthur's body up to his face, and smirks softly with a gesture for him to come closer. Ideally right in his lap, but he'll take anything that puts Arthur's face in kissing distance.]
Come here.