[Arthur moans like he's trying to keep it in, worried it'll be too loud if he doesn't. It's not the same as getting fucked but it's its own thing entirely, and Arthur's sure he could do this for hours, but that's just the delusions of a man who's really enjoying himself. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, because he's fairly certain he would pull Eames' hair out if he kept them on Eames' head, so he ends up hooking them behind his own knees and pulling his thighs apart for Eames' benefit. The feeling of Eames' stubble on his inner thigh is a little bit magical, but it's better if he's unimpeded in what he's doing down there.]
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