[ He's not being pushed away, that's unexpected, but not unwanted. Something tightens in his chest, his hands sliding around Arthur's waist and curling into the fabric of his waistcoat. His head's spinning with possibilities, how close they came to disaster, how it means Eames can't follow Arthur around on worthless jobs simply because that's what he wants.
Arthur is what he wants.
He makes a noise against Arthur's mouth, maneuvers them until Arthur's pressed against the nearest wall, Eames kissing him breathless with an intent he hasn't felt in a long time. ]
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Arthur is what he wants.
He makes a noise against Arthur's mouth, maneuvers them until Arthur's pressed against the nearest wall, Eames kissing him breathless with an intent he hasn't felt in a long time. ]