The teasing leaves him gasping, practically choking on the air he's desperate to remember he needs, but Eames' tongue is such a tease against his hole. Barely inside before back out again, just enough to make Gerard want to cry for how much he wants more. His fingers are cramped from how hard he was holding onto the bar, but he holds himself open for Eames at his direction, holding tight enough to leave marks behind if this wasn't a dream.

"Please - please, Eames, oh, fuck-"