Eames should leave. For a split second, that was his thought. He should leave if Arthur's hand was going to move in response, if he was going to lean into the kiss. The thought was pushed aside in an instant of course, because this was his hotel room and if anyone should be getting any in said hotel room it was the man who had been interrupted so close to orgasm less than twenty minutes ago.
His eyebrows went up in amusement as Arthur's eyes met his, and he couldn't help but chuckle. And then, there was that idea...
He stood and stood behind Arthur, squeezing his shoulders as if to give a massage. "If neither of you intent on leaving..." He didn't finish the sentence, instead pressing a light kiss behind Arthur's ear.
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His eyebrows went up in amusement as Arthur's eyes met his, and he couldn't help but chuckle. And then, there was that idea...
He stood and stood behind Arthur, squeezing his shoulders as if to give a massage. "If neither of you intent on leaving..." He didn't finish the sentence, instead pressing a light kiss behind Arthur's ear.