Eames' head was reeling. He wanted nothing but to bend Arthur over and pound into his ass as hard as he could. He moaned, wanting so much more, realizing he wouldn't let himself break though. Not until Arthur asked for it.

"Come on, Boy," he snarled, moving from one cheek to the other, sharp and rough hits. Some light and sharp, others heavy and hard. He was loving it.

"So me how bad you need this."