[Arthur obliges him with any kisses either of them can manage with what's going on, and he moans softly when Eames comes because he feels so good and so heavy and strong and Eames is making some of the most erotic sounds he's ever heard.]
[When Eames slows and comes to a stop, Arthur's left to finally catch his breath, flexing his fingers just to make sure he can still feel them. His gaze slowly moves from the ceiling to Eames and back again like he has something to say, but he's too blissed out to actually find the words. He definitely was not expecting that from a man who could barely hold up his own head last night.]
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[When Eames slows and comes to a stop, Arthur's left to finally catch his breath, flexing his fingers just to make sure he can still feel them. His gaze slowly moves from the ceiling to Eames and back again like he has something to say, but he's too blissed out to actually find the words. He definitely was not expecting that from a man who could barely hold up his own head last night.]