A small little smirk tugged on Arthur's lips at Eames' reaction. Now that was addicting. "Well," he drawled out slowly with a smile. "You did just mention that I'll be the death of --," he inhaled when he felt Eames' fingers brush over his hole and groaned. His ass felt hot and sore and the coolness of the lube was a good contrast to that.

"Mm, enlighten me," he asked, pressing back into those fingers.