agentmpmorgan:

Mike stared long and hard at Eames, eyes boring into his. Slowly he leaned in, pressing their lips together. The soft, gentle kiss was in contract to who tight he was holding the man. He hummed softly, “I love you too,” before biting down hard on his bottom lip, pulling it out and tugging, before letting go, “That was for doing it over text.”

One hand let go of his wrists, sliding down his chest to the front of his pants, palming him roughly, “You’re gonna pay for that.”

A whine slipped from his lips at the feeling of pain from Mike biting his lip. He knew he deserved it. He knew he deserved it and then some. But what Eames focused on was the fact that Mike had returned the sentiment. “A'right I deserved that but t'be fair, darling, I wanted to tell you in person,” he explained, still on the high from the pain and the pleasure coursing his body. “It just slipped out and I was afraid you’d run away.” He was more than grateful that he hadn’t run off.

“Promise,” he dared, waggling his eyebrows. Again, he found himself even more turned on than before. “This is all thanks to you, love. Christ I never knew that was in you. Makes me love you just a bit more.”