Arthur pressed in closer to Eames' chest and slid his hands over the man's shoulders. "Is that right," he asked, licking his lips. he was pretty certain he knew just how Eames meant and he silently debated with himself about asking for that now or in a little bit. With that day that Eames and they had...he didn't really want to wait. It was still something he was getting used to but...after saying it last time and realizing not only what it did for him but what it did for Eames -- Christ, it was phenomenal. It was, admittedly, something he thought about the night before.

"Should I ask my daddy to spank me then," he asked, his voice becoming thicker and lower, tilting his head to look at him from underneath lowered lashes.