[Arthur drops his hands from Eames' head and concentrates everything he has on not coming right then and there. He's left breathing hard, tense all over, feeling the sheets below him like the contact of his hands on the cotton is the only thing keeping him on the ground. When he finally focuses his gaze on Eames, his expression is almost blank, hesitant to ask for anything or say anything that might make Eames act too quickly. He needs this to simmer so he won't explode immediately when Eames touches him again.]
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