Despite giving him that command, Eames didn't slow. He kept working himself into Arthur, deep and hard, slamming into him as he waited for Arthur to get to the same place he was, sexually.
And then he was rocking back against him and Eames groaned, a low, heavy sound as he felt him move.
Only then did he slow, still deep but not as hard as they worked against one another. Setting up a rhythm and then he moved his hand, slapping the reddened curve of his ass.
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And then he was rocking back against him and Eames groaned, a low, heavy sound as he felt him move.
Only then did he slow, still deep but not as hard as they worked against one another. Setting up a rhythm and then he moved his hand, slapping the reddened curve of his ass.