"Fuck, fuck," he groans, lowering himself onto Eames' cock until he was fully seated. Fuck, he never got over just how good it felt to have Eames in him.

He'd known the first time they did this that the forger would ruin him for anyone else. He rests his forehead against Eames and exhales a breath, his hand clenching at his shoulder.

"Damn you feel good," he murmurs and it wasn't like they didn't do this hours ago. When it came to Eames, he simply couldn't get enough - either being fucked by him or being on the other end.