[It was so quick, the moment between him kissing him and then having a lapful of Arthur. He's not complaining, but he hardly knows what to do but let his himself do what he wants, let his hands tug Arthur's shirt out of his trousers after he's finished unbuttoning it.
His hand moves then, to slide over Arthur's stomach, up to his pecs. And then he's grinding against him again, and Eames loses all thoughts in his head except the one telling him to move up against him.]
Arthur... fuck, I wanna be inside you, [he rumbles against his skin, mouthing hotly at his neck, beyond thinking of professionalism or even of the carefully-built wall between them.]
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His hand moves then, to slide over Arthur's stomach, up to his pecs. And then he's grinding against him again, and Eames loses all thoughts in his head except the one telling him to move up against him.]
Arthur... fuck, I wanna be inside you, [he rumbles against his skin, mouthing hotly at his neck, beyond thinking of professionalism or even of the carefully-built wall between them.]