Eames smirked. That was exactly the kind of reaction he wanted. The stammering, the flushing, and the instant heat in his cock-
"I don't know how good it'll be," Eames murmured. "But I guess I'll have to practise. Shame I didn't start when we were at the base. I'm sure I could have stolen you away to some dark corner and sucked you off-" he said, speaking softly against Swoff's lips. Perhaps he was stalling a little bit, but then he had wanted to, even back then. Especially back then. His mind had been rife with so many dirty thoughts, of doing things he had never done before, and with a guy he barely knew.
And now Swoff was still twenty and Eames was twenty-seven (nearly twenty-eight if one wanted to be really picky) and he couldn't help but feel that just added something to this scenario.
With one last kiss to Swoff's lips Eames lowered himself to his knees, his hands back to cupping Swoff's arse. Pressing his mouth slowly, teasingly to Swoff's belly and upper thighs, Eames savoured the few moments before he ran his tongue the length of his cock. It was hard and hot and Eames heard himself moan softly, the ache between his own legs increasing by the second.