Arthur groans when Eames grips his ass. He grips Eames' shoulders as he starts a slow pace to start with then gradually increases it. "Eames," he murmurs, rolling his hips and shuddering after a minute when he feels Eames hit his prostate.

"Fuck," he groans. "Want and - fuck - need so much more," Arthur bites down on his bottom lip, moving one hand from Eames' shoulders to reach for his cock that was pressed between them.