Arthur's hand cupped Eames' jaw and groaned. It was a rough, possessive and needing kiss and Arthur was greedy for more - least of Eames' kisses. He breathed heavily between their lips and allowed one side of his mouth to quirk up. "Good," he whispered. He knew Eames would be careful just as much as Arthur would be.

He bit down on Eames' bottom lip before he sucked on it with a moan.