agentmpmorgan:

Mike slid his hand out, before releasing his arms. Giving him a shove by the hips, he slapped him on the ass, groaning, “Get in the bedroom. I want to touch you all over, and leave marks.”

He walked in behind him, before pushing the man down on the bed, hand coming up between his legs to tease him through his underwear.

A whine may have slipped from Eames’ lips at the loss of Mike’s hand from him. He knew that eventually it would happen but after everything that had just transpired? Stopping was the last thing on his mind. And it seemed like it was the last thing on Mike’s mind, as well. “Yes, sir,” he told him, the cheeky smirk something he couldn’t help. The images running through his head had him excited all over again. He just had to hope that the marks the other would leave were of the sort that he would be able to feel tomorrow and possibly the next day. All of this was something he wanted to remember. The confession of love, included.

Walking to the bedroom, he wasn’t quite prepared to be pushed down onto the bed. Nor was he prepared for the hand that he felt teasing him. Eames landed on the bed on his stomach, and out of instinct he placed his hands underneath his head so that he could rest on them. “Bloody tease,” he muttered, knowing that his patience would pay off. They may have been limited on time, but he was certain he could convince Mike to stay past his designated lunch break. “Surprised you didn’t want me t'strip the last bit of clothing b'fore you shoved me on the bed. Less you’ve got something else in mind?”

1. forgerextraordinaire reblogged this from agentmpmorgan and added:

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

2. agentmpmorgan reblogged this from forgerextraordinaire and added:

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