He knows, of course, that there are times when Eames' mouth and the things he says aren't his favorite. But, he's not thinking of that right now. Not when he loves Eames' mouth like this.

Arthur can't help the little thrust into Eames' tight and hot mouth.

Although Eames' mouth distracts him, he remains as aware as possible of their surroundings and hears voices beyond the partition. God, even just thinking of someone having watched them makes this hotter.

"Eames," he groans low and bites down on his bottom lip, feeling his balls start to draw up, getting closer to that edge.