Arthur inhaled shakily when Eames' hand splayed over the curve of his ass that was still red, still a little sore. "Mm, don't worry about it," he murmured in agreement.

He pulled away from his lips and nuzzled his nose against Eames' cheek. "It does," he agreed. "It doesn't mean that I think we won't change over time but it's something that we can't and shouldn't force."