"Arthur," Eames started with a kiss to the skin of Arthur's bum, "always objects to absolutely everything that might even be the least bit fun. You should get used to it in no time," His tone was nonchalant as he spoke, as he spread lubricant over his fingers and pressed one against muscle, pushing in. "Do you like that, Arthur?" He says with another light kiss and more pressure, "Ariadne, I think you should continue,"