[ 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?
[ His palm moves from his waist to cup his face, Eames' calloused fingertips still doing their best to be as gentle as possible. He still has a hunger in his eyes, a bend of desire to his mouth, but he's cautious of what Arthur said before.
He has to prove that he's better than that. ] Good.
[ He should have known Arthur would be passionate underneath his expertly pressed suits and glinting watches. But it still takes him by surprise when the hunger is introduced, Eames making a soft noise as he pulls him back in by his hips.
He bites Arthur's lower lip with a flash of his eyes and then a smirk, fingertips gently tracing circles against his shirt. ] I'll do my best.
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It's much better in real life.]
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He doesn't move away, he can't. But when they break apart to breathe Eames looks dazed. ] All right?
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Yes.
[Yes. All right. They communicate so well with so little.]
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He has to prove that he's better than that. ] Good.
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[He says it, and kisses Eames again, carefully, and then harder, hungrier.]
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He bites Arthur's lower lip with a flash of his eyes and then a smirk, fingertips gently tracing circles against his shirt. ] I'll do my best.