The thing about Arthur that made Eames keep coming back, despite how close they walked the line of everything he ran away from, wasn't the sex. Well, the sex was part of it, but it was how Arthur's hand's felt on him, how he spoke with his body rather than an excess of words. It's like he could feel Arthur's urgency on the back of his neck, and he loved it. He leaned over Arthur's shoulder the best he could at that angle to press a kiss to the side of Arthur's mouth, before getting down onto his knees, kissing the small of Arthur's back.

"Ariadne, if you please, same drawer as the condoms." He asked, holding out his hand for the lubricant.