Arthur made a soft sound as Eames stroked and practically petted his ass. It was much more than just the pain from Eames' hand or the gratification at the end - it was allowing himself to just feel and let Eames take care of him. Take care of his needs and wants and trust him knowing that afterward, Eames would still be there putting him back together.

He thought about that for a moment as his hands came to rest on the couch cushions as his head rested against his forearm. "Ten? Maybe fifteen --," he bit on his lip. Truth be told, he always seemed to lose track of how many times Eames ended up spanking him. By a certain point, all he did was whimper and beg for Eames to finally fucking fuck him already.