Eames gets rid of his shirt. In a dream this is easy, doesn't even have to free his arms for it. Skin against skin, there's nothing quite like that sensation and Gerard seems like he's ready to crawl out of his own and Jesus if that isn't hot as hell.
Apparently they're not going to swimming just yet.
He lets Gerard guide his hands, push them between his legs to the sensitive inner thigh. He drags a little bit of the blunt line of his nails across the skin there and when Gerard shudders, he hums against his ear, low and soft.
"We need a bed before your legs will give out," he murmurs softly and makes sure that there is one to be found once they turn their heads towards the water. It stands on rocks at the shore, half in the body of the water. A decorative metal frame and muted dark grey sheets of crumbled linen.
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Apparently they're not going to swimming just yet.
He lets Gerard guide his hands, push them between his legs to the sensitive inner thigh. He drags a little bit of the blunt line of his nails across the skin there and when Gerard shudders, he hums against his ear, low and soft.
"We need a bed before your legs will give out," he murmurs softly and makes sure that there is one to be found once they turn their heads towards the water. It stands on rocks at the shore, half in the body of the water. A decorative metal frame and muted dark grey sheets of crumbled linen.