[Arthur pauses, still except for his heavy breathing, and after a moment he sits up to look down at Eames. He gives him a bit of a wry smirk as he adjusts his knees on either side of Eames' waist to get more comfortable, focusing on relaxing a little more, both so he'll be ready for the inevitable stretch and so he's uninhibited in reacting to each feeling. It takes a second of effort to lose the tension in his muscles, but then he reaches behind himself to line Eames up so he can slowly sink down onto him.]
[The first noise is a soft moan that catches in his throat, and he immediately has to stop to get his breathing under control again. He presses his lips together and groans, but as he sits back on Eames' dick he finally has to moan out loud, and it's something that ends in a curse and almost a sob like it's so good it actually hurts.]
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[The first noise is a soft moan that catches in his throat, and he immediately has to stop to get his breathing under control again. He presses his lips together and groans, but as he sits back on Eames' dick he finally has to moan out loud, and it's something that ends in a curse and almost a sob like it's so good it actually hurts.]