"I'm expecting that we're both exhausted after this shower," Arthur smirks, his eyes darkening when Eames' fingers trail over his throat.

Arthur finishes undressing, picking up his clothes and setting them on a nearby chair before grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand and following Eames into the bathroom.

He walks toward him and slides his hand down his chest, scratching teasingly. They had different things to bring them back to the here and now. Painting for Eames. Cleaning his weapons and some old-school hacking for himself. But this... this physical connection with Eames settled his mind better than just about anything else did.