[ Good. Sometimes it's still hard not to expect Arthur's wrath when he does things like this. But no, he's not angry, he's kissing back, making delicious noises in the back of his throat and Eames could get head-drunk off that, on the sounds that Arthur could make with just the right touches.
Still leaning precariously, one hand curled around the side to keep himself up, while the other strokes rough fingertips over his cheekbone. Eames deepens the kiss, exploring Arthur's mouth with careful, glorious attention. ]
[ The hand on the back of his neck is gloriously distracting, and Eames really is going to topple in a moment. Nuzzling along his jaw, breath hitting the point of his fast thumping pulse. ] Darling, I'm going to be very forward right now. You're not allowed to hit me for it. But either I join you down there, or you come upstairs with me where I can kiss you properly. [ Teasing his teeth over his ear. ] I'm particularly fond of the latter.
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