A shiver of pleasure slides down Arthur's spine at the thought and groans low. "I love it too," he admits. Once upon a time, maybe not... he'd been a little uptight before Eames and while he still had his moments, Eames brought out this other side of him.

Arthur chuckles low as he pulls back from Eames' neck and looks at him with darkened eyes. "Ah, government property, hm? Is that what I am," he teases, scratching over Eames' chest teasingly, flicking his nipple with a nail.

But Eames knew as well as Arthur that Arthur loved having Eames' marks on him as much as he enjoyed having his marks on Eames.

When they couldn't have this all the time (or at all) on jobs, it was the marks they'd leave that reminded him of this.