“Needy thing,” he teased, smiling as Arthur made it clear he was willing. Deep down, Eames wasn’t sure. He was one to blur the lines between work and play, now more than he might have ever done in the past. Arthur though was another story. He’d always been one to have definitive lines that Eames had never known to be cross. Maybe Arthur had crossed them but he was circumspect enough no one knew. Now though it was so blurred and Eames loved it.

Course he could barely think when Arthur was doing things like that. Whining softly under his breath as he rocked his hips, moving against the other man.