[Arthur clenches his fists and then flexes out his fingers when his arms are pinned down to the bed, and it's like he's getting fucked on a whole new level he didn't know existed. The heavy feeling of Eames holding him down is overwhelming, and his mouth falls open wordlessly and soundless as he turns his head like he's trying to press his face into the bed. Every time Eames thrusts into him it just edges him closer, until without warning his hips and legs start to twitch and he lets out a desperate moan and then a litany of "fuck"s and "fuck me"s as he comes, struggling to keep his hips where they are so Eames can keep going.]
[It just feels like it goes on forever, and Arthur makes plenty of noise to show just how long and intense it is. He does, at some point, manage to demand that Eames keep going as well.]
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[It just feels like it goes on forever, and Arthur makes plenty of noise to show just how long and intense it is. He does, at some point, manage to demand that Eames keep going as well.]