It was this that meant the most to Eames. Not just the trust of being Arthur's daddy, not that they shared this together with the wicked and inventive ways they wanted one another. It was that Arthur was willing to drop everything in the middle of Cobb's most fucked up scheme and be here with him, taking this chance because it was something they both wanted.

And then Arthur was bent over, pants around his ankles and for a moment Eames wasn't sure he'd make it. How could he when Arthur looked that damn good?

"Now that's a sexy boy," he groaned, digging in his pocket for the packet of lube. He didn't use it yet though as he came up behind Arthur, giving one cheek a sharp tap. "Can you get your legs wide enough like that," he asked, worried for his lover's sake.