Arthur watches Eames undress with darkening eyes and licks at his bottom lip. "Mm, after this long, I should hope so," he says, looking into the other man's eyes with a little grin as he undresses down to his briefs.

He steps in and moves closer to the forger, wanting to feel that strong body press against his own. He moves a hand to the back of Eames' neck where the poker chip and dice are tattooed and squeezes just a little as his other hand trails down over his chest.

"What do you want, Mr. Eames," he murmurs, leaning in and kissing his lips. He'll never get tired of kissing and touching him.