The sounds he's making are quite lovely and keep Eames rather interested in trailing his mouth and hands down along Gerard's legs, patterning his skin with his touch. He teases the soft skin at the inside of the knee, describes the arch of a calf with his chin and stubble while his fingers trace the outline of Gerard's body. A kiss is dropped to both ankles, prickling stubble rubbed across the soles of Gerard's feet and then Eames' fingers push between his toes before he's on his way back up, repeating the process but backwards.

The bed squeaks a little but Eames ignores it. He magics up a buttplug from his pocket and some lube, dropping them on the bed between Gerard's legs before he lets his tongue slip between those quivering cheeks and lap over Gerard's twitching hole.