It might be billed as a "private room" for measurements, but Eames knew it was anything but. He had checked their surroundings when they came in, and he knew just how many spots there were for others to watch him.

And he loved that as well. It was hot and he didn't care who it was. Not like anyone from the CIA was likely to be there at that time.

The sound of his name in that low rumble is everything Eames wants to hear. It only makes him work more for it. Choking himself on Arthur's cock, swallowing around the head even as one hand squeezes and lightly tugs on his balls, aching himself but only thinking about Arthur's pleasure in that moment.