Arthur watches Eames with dark eyes as he reaches behind and starts preparing himself for Eames. It wouldn't take too much, considering they'd been together that morning before the tailors. He knew how much Eames enjoyed watching though.

He groans as he first works in a finger then a second, his eyes fluttering shut and then opening so he can watch Eames's facial reactions. His fingers weren't nearly as good as Eames' but they were sufficient until he could get what he really wanted.

Slowly he works in a third finger and bites down on his bottom lip, groaning.