No, honestly, this hadn't been what Eames had been expecting from his day. He had never made a move to sleep with anyone since he got here, and now he was rutting up against someone who had arrived no more than twenty minutes ago. Well. He was a fan of exceptions.
Eames felt the throb of Swoff's cock as he wrapped his hand around him, panting against his lips. He didn't protest the movement of Swoff's hands to undo his trousers, his own moving slowly up and down still, revelling in the reactions he got. The desperation in Swoff's movements was just as much of a turn on as the actual touching. He didn't think he'd ever been needed like this. He couldn't remember ever feeling as though he were needed like this.
Eames groaned loudly, shamelessly, as fingers finally wrapped around him. He trembled, his lips moving slowly over Swoff's jaw and then back to his lips. "Yeah-" he gasped. "Oh yeah. Something like this, yeah," he nodded, swallowing heavily.
Swallowing. God. He could go down on Swoff right here. "Fuck. I don't- it's been a long time, Swoff," Eames stuttered by way of apology, because he might not be able to last long. But "I'm going to take you to bed. After-" After he's made him come, dragged him to the shower, cleaned him off- then to bed. Oh God.