He loved it when Eames rambled and was a turn-on in of itself for him. "You feel fucking good," he groans. That groan only gets louder and deeper when Eames thrusts up harder and deeper into him.

"Fuck, Eames," he moans, his fingers pressing into Eames' shoulders as a soft whine escapes his mouth. He quickens his pace working himself on Eames' cock, loving the way the man is slouched underneath him. He leans down and presses biting kisses over his shoulder.

It wouldn't take long but he was trying to hold out just a little longer. Until Eames got closer.