The noises Swoff made were verging on painfully pornographic and Eames was aching for something, anything at all by way of physical stimulation. He could jerk himself off whilst he blew Swoff but he was sure he'd be in trouble for denying him either the sight or the opportunity to do so himself.
And he really wasn't going to feel too smug about how good he was making Swoff feel because, well, Swoff hadn't had a blowjob in a long time and Eames could have been awful and sloppy and completely virginal and it would probably have felt good.
Eames swallowed. He hadn't thought that through, but when he felt Swoff's come hit the back of his throat he swallowed. And it was - it felt - sexy. Eames liked feeling sexy.
He drew his lips back and leant his head against Swoff's belly, listening to the pounding of his heart and the little whimpers Swoff still emitted.
"Okay?" he asked softly, trailing his fingers up and down the tops of the other man's thighs. "Are you okay?"