[Eames keeps it up for a while — he's fairly certain Arthur won't come from this, so he can really take his time with it, curling and rolling his tongue and working it in and out of Arthur until his mouth is too tired and sore to keep it up.]
[He pulls back, presses a quick kiss before he lifts his hand to rub over his jaw and considers Arthur. He should be more than ready at this point, but. Well. It is his birthday and Eames feels like the man deserves a little more before that. Valiantly, Eames elects to ignore the tired ache in his jaw as he shifts forward on the bed, licking his lips with an expression that could be considered downright wicked as he takes Arthur in his mouth and presses his middle two fingers into him at the same time.]
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[He pulls back, presses a quick kiss before he lifts his hand to rub over his jaw and considers Arthur. He should be more than ready at this point, but. Well. It is his birthday and Eames feels like the man deserves a little more before that. Valiantly, Eames elects to ignore the tired ache in his jaw as he shifts forward on the bed, licking his lips with an expression that could be considered downright wicked as he takes Arthur in his mouth and presses his middle two fingers into him at the same time.]