If anything, Arthur's eyes darkened further at the low rumbling praise that came from Eames' mouth. He didn't bother to mention that the mirror and sink had probably seen more things than either of them would ever want to think about because that would just ruin the atmosphere of what they had here. Still, he liked to hear how good Eames thought he looked.

He hummed throatily and shifted his stance a little as he nodded in agreement. "As you should," he said, agreeing before groaning at the careful finger working inside of him. Arthur forced himself to relax so he could take that finger easier and exhaled a breathy groan. "It's been too fucking long," he muttered, not that he or his body had necessarily forgotten but just too long since they had done this.