"I love it too," Arthur murmured, liking that nuzzle and the tenderness in which Eames showed.

It was fairly short lived when Eames slapped his ass again - then another three times. "Daddy -- daddy," he groaned and pressed his flushed face against his arm, rocking against Eames' thigh.

He wasn't to the point of begging just yet -- but he was closer than he was. Fuck, he felt positively filthy considering Eames was smacking his ass and he could still feel the traces of his come inside of him and on his thighs.