Arthur gasped at the sharp slap and bit off a soft whimper. A shudder slid throughout his entire body at Eames' words and bit on his bottom lip, slowly sitting up from his position to look at him. He was a little in shock by the word but if he looked shocked, it didn't compare to the worry in Eames' eyes. Arthur didn't like seeing that look. Instead, he pressed his lips to Eames' in a hard and deep kiss. They both knew he wasn't a slut and that it was just a game. To be honest, Arthur hadn't gotten any less hard than he was just moments ago.