[Eames grunts in frustration, kissing Arthur in protest until he can't take it anymore and pulls back so he can pull his shirt off and toss it aside, a brief interlude before he's back to kissing Arthur and pressing himself close with a pleased sigh through his nose. He doesn't have a whole lot going through his head right now except that he's too fucking hot for clothes and that Arthur's skin against his feels amazing.]
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