Eames' breath comes in soft pants as he watches Arthur preparing himself. The beautiful way his body movies as he does and Eames braces him with his hands on his hips to hold him steady.

"That's it, Darling. Need you good and open so I can fuck you until you beg to come," he drawls, biting at his bottom lip as he thinks about that. Just the thought of Arthur riding him, having waited for it all day and wanting so much more from the man he loves.