Your cock needs love and attention, too, Eames. [ Without moving much, he manages to lift himself up just enough to slide a hand between them and pat over the front of Eames' trousers.

He genuinely begins to consider their options, but when he thinks about the idea of moving, of leaving this warmth behind despite the temperature, he finds it hard to come up with an argument in favour of it. ] Hmm, it wouldn't hurt to stay here for a while and relax. Besides, it's still early, and we can do something for lunch to make up for it.