Because Eames hadn't taken enough time to prepare him and Arthur had been greedy, it burned and ached a little but he didn't care. Nothing mattered except this. Well, course it would probably matter a little more in the morning when Arthur found it difficult to sit down comfortably but right now, none of that mattered.

"Yours," he mumbled with a soft groan, forcing himself to stop and just relax around Eames' dick.