Swoff let Eames lead him to the bed, and he was actually surprised that his legs let him walk that far. His knees were trembling, his legs like jelly as he was guided through the apartment, dripping all over the floor, sand-covered clothes abandoned in the bathroom. Perhaps it was just that he was determined to maintain the lips-to-lips contact that let him remain upright.
He gasped as he was shoved backwards, and then moaned happily, just at the luxurious softness of the bed. God, it was heavenly- but then there was Eames, naked and hard, every movement of his fingers sending shivers through his whole body- and he definitely wasn't thinking about sleeping.
"Hmm?" he sounded out as Eames started questioning him, wondering what he was going to say. "What?!" he exclaimed, propping himself up on his elbows to give Eames a warning look. Had he just referred to him as a baby? Oh, but then there was a kiss to his hip, and any annoyance was just wiped away. It was actually really sexy- an older man, giving him multiple orgasms-
"Well, you're in luck. Age of consent is eighteen in the states- you can do anything you want with me," he drawled.