Eames thought that maybe that was going to be a dealbreaker. Perhaps Swoff would quit now. Perhaps Swoff would decide he didn't want to carry on as some kind of sexual experiment and that was fine. Eames hadn't taken anything from Swoff-
He didn't assume that Swoff had had any kind of dealings with men, because no time had passed. But still. He supposed if Swoff was going to do things with a guy for the first time he did should be-
"Oh," he saw Swoff shiver. It didn't seem like a repulsed shiver. And then- oh, then he was owed and orgasm and God, Swoff was holding him, pulling him closer, kissing him when he moved up his body. Eames' cock pressed against Swoff's thigh, his stomach. Swoff was encouraging it. He was encouraging it. Eames rolled his hips and almost sobbed with the pleasure.