( There's a dark little rumble in his voice, a warm thrum of desire. He strokes Arthur once more, root to tip and then his hand falls away back to his hips, holding him there and still so he can only take Eames' cock. Skin slippery to the touch, Eames thick fingers flex and then resettle into marks that will linger still tomorrow. He snaps his hips sharply, burying himself deep enough to elicit a moan, his breath catching on the sound. )
Fuck, Arthur.
( It's the heat, he thinks. Arthur is so warm, so tight. He's sinful to the touch and pretty enough that Eames could cry from it if he weren't busy. Splayed across the sheets like a dream, pink and glistening. Eames loves him. )
Come for me, sweetheart. ( The steady tempo of their bodies making the words peak and dip like a song. He'll do this for however long it takes, enjoys the ache in his spine and the burn in his gut and Arthur, always Arthur. ) Come for me, Arthur. I really want you to.
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Date: 2026-02-22 02:38 pm (UTC)( There's a dark little rumble in his voice, a warm thrum of desire. He strokes Arthur once more, root to tip and then his hand falls away back to his hips, holding him there and still so he can only take Eames' cock. Skin slippery to the touch, Eames thick fingers flex and then resettle into marks that will linger still tomorrow. He snaps his hips sharply, burying himself deep enough to elicit a moan, his breath catching on the sound. )
Fuck, Arthur.
( It's the heat, he thinks. Arthur is so warm, so tight. He's sinful to the touch and pretty enough that Eames could cry from it if he weren't busy. Splayed across the sheets like a dream, pink and glistening. Eames loves him. )
Come for me, sweetheart. ( The steady tempo of their bodies making the words peak and dip like a song. He'll do this for however long it takes, enjoys the ache in his spine and the burn in his gut and Arthur, always Arthur. ) Come for me, Arthur. I really want you to.