Arthur spots that dark possessive look and licks at his bottom lip. "I've always been yours and always will be," he agrees, rocking on top of him as he takes the bottle of lube from Eames' hand.

"Just as you're mine," he says, looking at him firmly and possessively. There were things they had to do for the job - whatever it might be - but it was Arthur that Eames came home to. It was his mark on Eames' body or Eames' marks on Arthur's body.

He liked the way his shirts felt rubbing up against whatever bite mark Eames left on him.

"You should," he says huskily before flicking open the bottle of lube and squeezing some onto his fingers.