Arthur was responsive and sexy and he made Eames feel sexier than he ever had. He felt manly and sensual and wicked and he loved it. Loved fucking his ass with dick or fingers. Loved kissing him and touching him and damned but he loved that sweet, sweet heat of spanking his ass.

The moment he asked, asked with that name, he instantly slid his fingers out. Pouring fresh lube on his hand, he slicked himself up. A moment later he was pushing into him, one hand on his hip and the other guiding himself into him with a low groan.