Once Eames started swatting his ass harder as he had asked, all the other thoughts in Arthur's mind were suddenly not as important as this, right here and right now. He groaned and whimpered at the sensations that were coursing through him from the pain and ache from his bottom and yet how good that felt as well in that way that pain and pleasure can feel.

He nodded, his breath caught in his throat. Fuck yes, he loved it. And oh, it would hurt to sit down in the morning, of that he had no doubt.