Yes, well, Eames doesn't really feel like giving this up just yet. Not when he'd just gotten Swoff here, just when he had been able to start living out the daydreams of his youth. And he wasn't going to throw away the opportunity to hear those noises coming from Swoff's lips.
The grip on his shoulder was reassuring. But then Eames supposed that blow jobs probably always felt good, as long as there were no teeth involved. Especially when there hadn't been one for a while. But no, he hadn't given a blow job before, but he knew how it had been done to him...
God, he loved Swoff's stomach. But then the next moment he loved Swoff's thighs. The moment after that he loved the feeling of Swoff's cock in his mouth.
That was by far his favourite. His fingers rubbed and kneaded Swoff's arse, using it to guide him forward, even though he was sure Swoff really didn't need to be taught how to graciously accept a blowjob.
He started, slowly, to bob his head, slide his lips a little bit further down Swoff's cock. He was sure his gag reflex wouldn't allow anything too fancy, but he would practise. He would. Even if he had to deep throat a banana daily.
He moaned again, feeling the sound vibrating through the cock in his mouth. Eames liked the pinch of the fingers on his shoulder as well, felt each curve of nail as it dug into his skin.