A hint of a smirk grew to a full smile as Arthur stepped back just enough to tug those trousers down a bit. Stepping back in, grinding himself to Eames' bare ass as he whispered in his ear.

"I don't think you can do this, Soldier. Can you stand so perfectly still, take it and not cry out like the needy bitch you obviously are?" His tongue brushed the curve of Eames' ear.