[Eames pushes himself up on an elbow so he can see all of Arthur, really take him in, eyes dark as he looks him over. Memorising every inch of Arthur's body and how he looks right now, he lifts a hand to Arthur's chest and presses his palm against him, groaning softly and breathing out a curse. He's so fucking gorgeous Eames can barely stand it, and he licks his lips as he looks up at Arthur's face.]
God-- I could listen to you for hours.
[And he's barely even started, but god what an attractive voice Arthur has.]
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God-- I could listen to you for hours.
[And he's barely even started, but god what an attractive voice Arthur has.]