[Well if he needed the help, that would certainly tip him over the edge. Eames curses again, thrusting up roughly into Arthur with a lot of loud groans, just barely resisting the urge to use his grip on Arthur to hold his hips down as he fucks him through his orgasm. It's a long one, (and a lot, perhaps unsurprisingly,) one that's going to leave him exhausted once it's passed.]
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