[ Somewhere, he knows this is courting trouble. His instincts as a point man are blaring, the frantic waving of mental red flags matching the uptick of his pulse. They're here to work, to pull a fast one over the mark down the street with no one the wiser. He's playing a role and so is Eames, affection a switch that's flipped on or off depending on who they're around.
And right now, it's no one but them. An audience of two with bated breath, with the rasp of skin against cloth, the wet sound of kisses.
He should pull away before this goes further. Before they both veer off track into something that's less professional and more personal.
But then Eames is groaning into his mouth, slotting hips against his own, and Arthur can barely see straight let alone think about any consequences. Deft fingers undo his shirt and he just lets him, reaching out to untuck Eames' shirt from his trousers. He pushes his hands under the fabric, rucking it up as he slides his palms to the forger's stomach. Taking a second, he ducks away from the kiss to breathe and to grind down into Eames' lap, the friction going straight to his cock. ]
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Date: 2018-07-08 07:11 am (UTC)And right now, it's no one but them. An audience of two with bated breath, with the rasp of skin against cloth, the wet sound of kisses.
He should pull away before this goes further. Before they both veer off track into something that's less professional and more personal.
But then Eames is groaning into his mouth, slotting hips against his own, and Arthur can barely see straight let alone think about any consequences. Deft fingers undo his shirt and he just lets him, reaching out to untuck Eames' shirt from his trousers. He pushes his hands under the fabric, rucking it up as he slides his palms to the forger's stomach. Taking a second, he ducks away from the kiss to breathe and to grind down into Eames' lap, the friction going straight to his cock. ]
Oh fuck.