"If I see that gift, I won't have control," he admitted, though they both knew the truth of that. Eames could have some amazing control but Arthur in tiny, silky panties? He knew he would have none. "That said, no one says you honestly have to behave," he noted, voice coming in a low rumble.

"I doubt I would ever ask you to control yourself," he murmured. "Unless I was using it to torment you," he admitted. "Which is amusing but not for now."

Not when they were finally back together again. Not now.