Arthur's breath caught thickly in his throat as he watched Ariadne kneel and his eyes closed as the wet warmth of her mouth slipped around him, just in front of Eames' fingers. For a moment his world narrowed down to just that.

When Eames spoke Arthur made a sound that wasn't anything like derision and reached up, wrapping a tight hand around the back of the man's neck. The other moved to Ariadne, carding fingers through her hair.