[Eames lifts his legs, bracing his thighs against Arthur's waist to make the angle more agreeable for this last stretch, and when he comes it's like an explosion goes off behind his eyes and he holds tightly to Arthur like that's the only thing keeping him tethered to the here and now. He groans in earnest, shuddering each time he feels Arthur thrust into him, savouring the feel of him while his body's this sensitive.]
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