agentmpmorgan:

He leaned in, whispering softly into his ear, “A good soldier knows when to follow orders, and when to give them.”

Nimble fingers pushed past his waistband, beginning to stroke him quickly, “Now where do I punish you? Against the wall? Over the couch? Face down in bed?”

“And you were always a good soldier, weren’t you,” he teased in return, ignoring the way his body responded to the feeling of his breath over his ear. Eames was all but putty in Mike’s hands. Whatever he wanted to do he would let him. Though he had a feeling just what he was going to do to him. And he would fight him at all for it.

Another whine slipped from his lips at the feeling of Mike’s hand stroking his member. “Where do you want me,” he asked, his eyes threatening to roll back into his head. It was a miracle he could actually get the words out with the feelings he was currently feeling. “Couch’s closer but bed would be easier on us both. Up to you, though.”

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   Hearing the zipper on Mike’s trousers, Eames couldn’t help but smirk. He knew what it meant, knew that all their teasing...

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   Mike smirked, before Eams could hear his belt buckle coming undone. He pushed his jeans to the floor, stepping out of...