The moment he reached for himself, Eames snarled. Not a sneer, or a frown, but a downright growling snarl.

"Don't you dare," he said, sounding more breathless than he wanted to. "You ask, and then I get you off," he growled, staring into those beautiful eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

His nails racked over Arthur's hip a moment before his hand hovered near his cock. "Ask permission to come for me, Boy!"