With every thrust of Eames' fingers and every scissor of them, Arthur's breathing hitched as he moaned softly. Everything felt so hot and so tight, all his nerves felt like they were singing and fuck, he couldn't get enough.

He nodded, a shiver sliding through his body at his whispered words. "Daddy, please," he mumbled, clenching around his fingers. Arthur just wanted to feel him slide in and fuck him.