Not so easily indeed. Eames's free hand returned to Arthur's hip, gripping tightly enough to signal that he wasn't slipping away without a fight, and this time he didn't expect one. Not with the hint he had given Ariadne, that was most definitely for sure.

As Ariadne dropped down Eames chuckled against Arthur's neck, pressing a neat kiss against his pulse. "Patience, darling, is a virtue you really need to learn," The hand on Arthur's cock slipped off to ruffle Ariadne's hair before slipping around to squeeze his bum.