[ Arthur tenses when his back his the wall, his instincts to fight far closer to the surface than all other, but he only uses the tension to press himself against Eames, against the weight of him, arching up.
One of them's making soft noises, gasps, and it takes Arthur a moment to realise that it's him.
He can't (won't, can't) let go of Eames, kissing him back with equal fervour. ]
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One of them's making soft noises, gasps, and it takes Arthur a moment to realise that it's him.
He can't (won't, can't) let go of Eames, kissing him back with equal fervour. ]