It was certainly going to take a lot more to detour them away from this, from what they were discovering with each other and about each other. Arthur had no intention to lose this either if he could help him and he was a stubborn bastard in the best and worst times.

Arthur bucked into his hand and nodded. "I want it too," he mumbled and lifted his head to look at Eames before slowly slipping off of his lap and moving around the couch, folding his arms along the back and spreading his legs. "Please, Eames," he whispered into his ear, before nibbling at the lobe. "Fuck me."