[It feels like all the breath's been punched out of him when Arthur leans into the touch. This is good; this is what they've wanted. He should be pleased. Instead, he feels heartsick, wanting so badly what he shouldn't.
Arthur's eyes slip closed, and Eames feels brave like this] Good. So good.
[He licks over his bottom lip nervously, his voice quiet but so close.] I'm going to kiss your cheek.
[And then he's leaning in to do so, lips soft and warm on Arthur's cheek, if Arthur lets him. He's so close to him that he can smell him, scents he recognizes from the shower, and he looks far too attractive all put together. It's hard not to just give in to these wants.]
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Arthur's eyes slip closed, and Eames feels brave like this] Good. So good.
[He licks over his bottom lip nervously, his voice quiet but so close.] I'm going to kiss your cheek.
[And then he's leaning in to do so, lips soft and warm on Arthur's cheek, if Arthur lets him. He's so close to him that he can smell him, scents he recognizes from the shower, and he looks far too attractive all put together. It's hard not to just give in to these wants.]