In some ways he knew this was madness. They were on the roughest job of their careers. There was a good chance they were going to live out the rest of their lives in limbo and he was about to bang the best pointman in the business over a sink in a busy airport in Paris. Somewhere along the line his life had gone spiraling out of control.

And he loved it.

Giving another tug, undoing the belt fully before reaching to pop the button and draw down his fly. “Guess it’s a good thing I remembered lube then, isn’t it?” Asked as he leaned in, kissing him soundly “Why don’t you get bent over that mirror, let me see that ass,” he murmured, voice already low and husky with desire. “Show me what a good boy you are.”

God, he would never get tired of hearing Arthur say that word. Never.