This would never get old for Eames. Not with Arthur. Even if after the job ended and they went their separate ways, he would still be jacking off to the memories of this. The sound of Arthur's moans, the way he moved, the eagerness with which he pushed back for his touch.

"If by enlighten you mean..." He slid one finger in, not even barely taking time before he was working the second. It revealed his own eagerness, he knew.