[Arthur swears as he curls his fingers one last time and presses hard to get one last sound out of Eames before they move on. After that he pulls out his fingers, and he tries not to take to long as he locates the condom, rips open the package, and puts it on. Every second feels like a second wasted, so he's as quick as he can be with the lube, and then finally he's pressing into Eames and it's like heaven.]
[It's slow, still, as he savours every moment of tightness and friction. He's hovering above Eames but is far too focused on pressing into him to manage kissing him right now. All he does manage is a soft moan as he brushes his lips across Eames' jaw.]
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[It's slow, still, as he savours every moment of tightness and friction. He's hovering above Eames but is far too focused on pressing into him to manage kissing him right now. All he does manage is a soft moan as he brushes his lips across Eames' jaw.]