Staring up at Arthur, it's hard to keep his sanity. Not with the way Arthur looks, the heat of his hole and the weight of that strong body working him atop Eames' body. And knowing how close he is, and knowing he's only going to make it worse.

He slides a hand between them, wrapping calloused fingers around Arthur's cock with a groan.

"Come on, Darling. You're so close, aren't you? Know I am. Fuck... I'm going to come soon. Let me feel you come and milk it from me," he groans.