A wicked gleam lit Eames' eyes and he looked at Arthur with determination. Arthur's breath sped up in anticipation, but Eames didn't spank or tie him up. Instead, he took the flat of his palm and brushed it against the head of Arthur's cock, light and teasing.
Arthur rocked into the touch, a high keening noise escaping.
"No, pet," Eames teased, withdrawing his touch and stepping back. "Naughty boys wait."
Arthur swallowed and stilled, his fingers clenching on the counter.
Eames started again, barely touching, as he slid himself between Arthur's cheeks.
"That's better," Eames groaned, twitching against his hole.