[Arthur frowns in curiosity Eames right up until the moment that his tongue is pressing against him and then he gasps. It's almost embarrassing that he's thirty - thirty-one now - and he's never been on the receiving end of this, but it's happening now and of anyone he trusts Eames not only to be good at it, but not to ridicule him for really enjoying it like he can already tell he's going to. When he finally exhales it's a shaky moan as he tries not to squeeze Eames' head between his thighs even if he can't help but curl his toes.]
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