Arthur wraps his arms around Eames' neck, happily pressing his whole body against Eames. He tends to feel extra affectionate first thing in the morning, and it's nice to indulge that once in a while. Especially with someone as comfortable as Eames.
Eames grins a little into the kiss, winding his arms around Arthur with a gently pleased noise, and nipping a little at his bottom lip when he pulls back to speak quietly.
"You sure you have to go?" He asks, because he's the worst at good timing.
Arthur sighs and scratches lightly at the base of Eames' neck. He doesn't really have anything to do immediately but he had already mentally prepared himself to leave and go start the day. Still it's nice to stay.
"Because..." Eames drawls, bringing his hands around to Arthur's hips like he's planning to try and jostle him back to bed, "I could stand to do this for a while."
"You're impossible," Arthur tells him, but the corner of his mouth is tugging into a smirk. It doesn't take long for him to say, "I'll stay," as he's leaning in for another quick kiss. It wouldn't have taken much to convince him anyway.
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"You sure you have to go?" He asks, because he's the worst at good timing.
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"I don't have to," he admits.
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