Eames didn't look away. Hell, he didn't even want to blink as he watched Arthur move. His gaze slid down though, watching the brush of sweats down his legs before slowly traveling back up. Even before he could think to speak, Arthur was laying himself over Eames' lap.

"My god, you're such a good boy," he groaned, loving that Arthur was as into this as he was. His hand caressed one cheek before pausing. The blow came swift and sudden to one side.