"Probably not trying to plant an idea, then," Eames murmurs as he pushes himself up a little, just so he can reach down to press his mouth to the swell of Gerard's arse, and drag it, his chin with a little bit of stubble down to those exposed thighs and continue to kiss, and nip and brush his chin across those trembling legs.

He leaves Gerard's dick and his arsehole well alone for now. Because he knows this is something Gerard doesn't get when he's awake, the touch on his bare skin that actually would feel like something other than pressure.