They were taking their time, one upping each other at every turn. He was liking how it was going though. It felt good having that heavy arm around him, that broadness of his shoulders pressed close.
Arthur slid his arm around Eames' waist, up and under his jacket, before dipping his fingers to hook his thumb in the waistband of his trousers.
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Date: 2012-06-17 05:14 am (UTC)Arthur slid his arm around Eames' waist, up and under his jacket, before dipping his fingers to hook his thumb in the waistband of his trousers.