[Arthur lets out another moan, like he's surprised at how good this feels. He has to remind himself again not to squeeze Eames' head with his thighs but he does tilt his hips down onto Eames' tongue to get more. Somehow it feels more vulnerable than anything else he's done before, and it's overwhelming to the point where he's toeing a line between not being able to stand it and needing more. He moans Eames' name as he finally buries his hand in his hair.]
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