"And how do we get what we want, pet?" Eames taunted, not stopping his rhythm, and Arthur hated him a little, but he was starting to shake. He wanted Eames' hand, his cock, his mouth… anything.
He shifted, feeling Eames catch on his rim, and Arthur clenched around his length. Eames' breath stuttered and Arthur purred, "By being good."
Eames stilled, as Arthur coaxed Eames' cock into him, shifting backward and sinking down, loving the burn and sighing as Eames filled him up.
"Very, very good," Eames babbled, sounding dazed.
"The best, Mr Eames," Arthur breathed as Eames bottomed out.