Arthur was certain that he could never do something like this with just anyone else. He only wanted Eames to make him feel this way, to not have to be in control, to reveal a side to him that he hadn't even known was there and trust him enough to take care of him or to stop if or when Arthur wanted him to stop.

"Yours," he agreed with a groan, shifting and searching for something -- some kind of friction. "Harder, daddy -- please."