[ He keeps his hands where they are for as long as he can, taking slow breaths to steady himself until his weight has moved too far forward and he has to grab one of the railings in the headboard. Then he begins to move. ]
Good? [ A bit early to ask, maybe, but it's squeezed out from the tightness of Eames' body all around him. ] You can— [ He grips his thigh, giving it an encouraging press. ]
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Good? [ A bit early to ask, maybe, but it's squeezed out from the tightness of Eames' body all around him. ] You can— [ He grips his thigh, giving it an encouraging press. ]