[When he finally gets bored of this pace, Arthur plants both of his hands on Eames' chest, leaning into him as he starts rocking faster, pulling off Eames' dick more and slamming down harder. It feels so good and it's exhausting but Arthur feels like he needed this. He can't quite put his finger on what part of it he needed but everything about it feels good right now, from Eames' hands on him to the amount of sound he's allowing himself to make.]
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