Arthur groaned when he started to move slow and deep inside of him. He couldn't quite suppress the shiver that slid down his spine because really, he felt it too. He had to admit, Arthur liked it when Eames called him 'baby' or 'his boy'.

His lips curled up though as he clenched down around Eames and whimpered softly. "No, but I do now, daddy," he said and bit on his bottom lip. He couldn't help himself, really. "Thought you were going to fuck me into this couch," Arthur said, teasingly.