It was so much of what was amazingly sexy for Eames. Arthur was not just eager, he didn't only want it. He trusted Eames with this.

It was why he kept jerking him, feeling it over his fingers, working him through his release. It was nearly impossible to go on, the feel of that tight hole pulsing around him. He gasped, moaning as he fought to hold off.

"Tell me you're ready for it," he panted, holding himself back.