"Easy," Eames murmurs, hands stroking down from his head to his chin, holding him still for a second. Eames is gentle with his touch, fingers smoothing over Arthur's skin like he'd like to get under it, find the lock. When he moves his hips forward it's very careful, letting his eyes flutter closed, "So beautiful."
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Date: 2011-05-18 08:18 pm (UTC)