This was a side of him that Arthur only showed to Eames. Only wanted to show to Eames and have no one else privy to. He inhaled sharply at the hard slap and bit down on his bottom lip with a groan. He knew logically that Eames cared about him so he didn't take it to heart -- didn't have it in mind to considering the only thing he could focus on was how fucking hard he was and how much his ass hurt.

"Please, daddy," he bit down on another whimper as he rocked against Eames's thigh. "Fuck me -- need you to fuck me." He normally wasn't one to beg but with Eames -- things changed and he felt safe to be vulnerable with him. Trusted him. "Please -- want to feel you fuck me again, fill me up."