[Eames swears breathlessly, grabbing at the sheets under his hands as he keeps that up. As he recalls, somebody made a request for it hard but slow, so Eames is gonna do that for him. It takes a few minutes, but eventually he thinks he finds a good rhythm to really get into it, dragging back slow so Arthur can feel every second of friction and pounds back into him. Stopping occasionally to just grind up against him and really push in as deep as he can go.]
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