"I think you can manage just about anything I have, Darling," he purrs, because he loves it and he knows that it's utterly true. Arthur can handle anything. Especially where Eames is concerned.

He shifts to get rid of his shoes, moving to get his shirt the rest of the way off and toss it aside. Already moving so his hands can get on Arthur's body, that lean, toned, amazing body that he can't get enough of. The one man he needed more than anything in this world.