[Eames pulls himself forward to sit up between Arthur's legs, but he's careful to make sure there's no touching of body parts that might tip him over before he's had a chance to cool down. He really wants to touch his face, but given how hard Eames is himself he worries it might be tempting fate getting that close to him straight away, so instead he runs his palms up the outsides of Arthur's thighs with a soft hum, trying to be as soothing as he can to help Arthur cool down a bit.]
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You alright?