"After this long," he repeats. It's something to marvel at sometimes, realizing how long they've been together. Years of training in one field and then another. Years of being on the front line of change in one way or another, or changing the world.

Eames sighs at that touch, loving the tattoo there and all it means. It's about them and it's beautiful and brings him into connection with the man standing before him.

He kisses Arthur as he runs his hands along his back, cradling the line of his hips and drawing him sharply in against him. "Ride me, Love? So I can watch you."