[Eames pushes himself up on an elbow to watch all this, leaning forward to comb his fingers through Arthur's hair affectionately, obviously expecting something less intense than what he gets. The noise he makes at the two sensations is more a shout than a moan, and he can't help the way his hand fists and tugs sharply on Arthur's hair, the feeling overwhelming and knocks the breath out of him for a moment as he drops his head back and tries to catch himself.]
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