Of course he's a smug little arsehole and Eames adores him for it.
He groans as he slumps down on the bed and breathes hard, staring up at Arthur's smirking face. If he weren't already bleeding in his bandages, he would have rolled them over and just continued to fuck Arthur through several orgasms, but as it is, well, he doesn't have all that many options.
"You are so pushy, darling," he murmurs and it's not a secret to anyone who hears him that this is not to be counted as anything negative, quite the contrary.
He reaches up, curling his hand in Arthur's messy hair and pulls him down for a hard, mouth bruising kiss. And while he's at it, his hand squeezes harder around Arthur's dick, stroking him with his calloused palm, each pull ending in a twist that's going to bring as much stimulation to the head as possible.
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He groans as he slumps down on the bed and breathes hard, staring up at Arthur's smirking face. If he weren't already bleeding in his bandages, he would have rolled them over and just continued to fuck Arthur through several orgasms, but as it is, well, he doesn't have all that many options.
"You are so pushy, darling," he murmurs and it's not a secret to anyone who hears him that this is not to be counted as anything negative, quite the contrary.
He reaches up, curling his hand in Arthur's messy hair and pulls him down for a hard, mouth bruising kiss. And while he's at it, his hand squeezes harder around Arthur's dick, stroking him with his calloused palm, each pull ending in a twist that's going to bring as much stimulation to the head as possible.