Eames could barely form anything coherent to reply, which was absolutely a sign that it had been good. He nodded. Partially nodded. Leant his head against Swoff's shoulder. Started to laugh.
"Fuck-" he sighed, lifting his head to kiss Swoff again. They were a little bit sloppy but Eames was sated and happy and oh, that had been so good. "Fuck. Good. Yeah. We're going to- we're going to keep doing this," he replied, rambled. "We're going to keep doing this. I'm going to get lube tomorrow and Christ, Swoff, I'm going to wreck you."
Eames kissed him again, slower this time, a little more passion in it. A little more desire. Because that was how he felt. He wanted Swoff, and not just to shag. "Mm, are you okay? Are- do you want me to move? I can't probably move..."