[He chuckles, just hovering near his mouth.] God, I hope not. Although they seem to be advertising John's odd little pipes fairly well.
[He gives him another quick kiss before disappearing into the crook of Arthur's shoulder, kissing the skin there softly and mouthing his way up his neck.]
On second thought, if I manage to get you to sleep in, I'll take the bloody punishment.
[ They've been close before. Obviously, because Arthur's been stripped down under Eames' hands, nothing between them but sweat and skin.
And somehow, these sweet close-mouthed kisses are more intimate. Personal. Arthur feels even more exposed, defenses crumbling to the ground. He leans into it, lets Eames kiss a line along his throat, hums a bit at just the warmth.
It seems to spread, blooming to fill his lungs, his rib cage expanding with it. Happiness, threatening to bubble over like a bottle of champagne shaken and uncorked. He's smiling, dimples clearly showing, eyes crinkling right at the corners. Somewhere, he feels like maybe this is stupid, that he's stupid, for letting this affect him so much.
But right now, he's finding it hard to care. Gently, he brings his hands to either side of Eames' face, silently getting him to make eye contact. ]
I think if I'm exhausted, that's possible. [ His smile goes from beaming to a curve of a smirk, implicating. ] Think you can do that, Mr. Eames?
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[He gives him another quick kiss before disappearing into the crook of Arthur's shoulder, kissing the skin there softly and mouthing his way up his neck.]
On second thought, if I manage to get you to sleep in, I'll take the bloody punishment.
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And somehow, these sweet close-mouthed kisses are more intimate. Personal. Arthur feels even more exposed, defenses crumbling to the ground. He leans into it, lets Eames kiss a line along his throat, hums a bit at just the warmth.
It seems to spread, blooming to fill his lungs, his rib cage expanding with it. Happiness, threatening to bubble over like a bottle of champagne shaken and uncorked. He's smiling, dimples clearly showing, eyes crinkling right at the corners. Somewhere, he feels like maybe this is stupid, that he's stupid, for letting this affect him so much.
But right now, he's finding it hard to care. Gently, he brings his hands to either side of Eames' face, silently getting him to make eye contact. ]
I think if I'm exhausted, that's possible. [ His smile goes from beaming to a curve of a smirk, implicating. ] Think you can do that, Mr. Eames?
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That won't be a problem, [he says confidently, and he kisses him like he wants to, like he's always wanted to. Softly and lovingly.]