Arthur was in a hotel room and he wasn’t sure how he got there. He knew in the back of his mind that this was suppose to bother him but he couldn’t bring himself to give a damn. The walls were blue with white trim; the bedspread, some abstract pattern in different shades of blue. The carpeting is beige and soft, oh so soft, as Eames pressed him
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Great work =)
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Then Eames was straddling Arthur and was divesting him of his clothing far too slowly for Arthur’s taste. But he made up for it with the way he kisses and nips at each piece of Arthur’s skin as it is revealed, making him squirm slightly beneath Eames.
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