"Mm, I've worked hard on my ass," he admitted with an amused smile. He made a soft humming sound when Eames tapped his fingers against his ass. Arthur moved in closer and wrapped an arm around the forger's neck and rest his other hand on his chest. "I like that too."

Arthur liked being pressed close to the heat and strength of Eames' body. Being kept close like he was. He didn't want that to end, if he was completely honest. Being just like this would be just fine.

"I know you wouldn't," Arthur grinned then continued on teasingly; "I've seen your hotel room, it wasn't a complete pigsty."