I had a heart then
[Locked to elegantinmind. Futility!Verse. NFSW.]
[It's maybe a little too early to be awake, especially as they stayed up so long last night, but Eames has never been all that much of a deep sleeper. He stirs when he hears a soft body hitting the floor, padding away from the bed, and the sound makes it almost impossible not to smile, lazy and soft in the dim light filtering through the window.
Arthur's asleep next to him, turned away in his unconscious state, and Eames licks his lips a little, gaze skittering over the way his boxers have ridden down in his sleep, tshirt hiked up to reveal nothing but a pale strip of skin Eames wants to lay his hands on. He fights the urge for all of five seconds before he's rolling in to the warmth of Arthur's back, a hand sliding up his shirt and against his hot, soft skin.
Pressing kisses to his neck, Eames exhales quietly, mouth working over the the way Arthur tastes, how he feels under him, how badly he cares for the man he's pressed against.]
[It's maybe a little too early to be awake, especially as they stayed up so long last night, but Eames has never been all that much of a deep sleeper. He stirs when he hears a soft body hitting the floor, padding away from the bed, and the sound makes it almost impossible not to smile, lazy and soft in the dim light filtering through the window.
Arthur's asleep next to him, turned away in his unconscious state, and Eames licks his lips a little, gaze skittering over the way his boxers have ridden down in his sleep, tshirt hiked up to reveal nothing but a pale strip of skin Eames wants to lay his hands on. He fights the urge for all of five seconds before he's rolling in to the warmth of Arthur's back, a hand sliding up his shirt and against his hot, soft skin.
Pressing kisses to his neck, Eames exhales quietly, mouth working over the the way Arthur tastes, how he feels under him, how badly he cares for the man he's pressed against.]