[ He blooms to life underneath Arthur's touch, his hands settling against his waist where his fingers can fist in his shirt. It's been a long time coming and Eames kisses him like he's been storing each one he would give up. It's intense and it's passionate but there's a gentleness there underneath. Arthur had told him he's afraid to be with him and so Eames is cautious, licking in to his mouth with a careful kind of admiration.
He doesn't move away, he can't. But when they break apart to breathe Eames looks dazed. ] All right?
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He doesn't move away, he can't. But when they break apart to breathe Eames looks dazed. ] All right?