It's a good thing one of them is thinking about the near future, Eames for once has nothing for it. He's living through those rushed breaths that fall on his mouth, jaw tight but the groan rising from his throat something quite unhinged.

When Arthur pushes him, he lets out an exasperated grunt and finally gives into the urging, grabbing Arthur's hips in a tight hold and practically hauls him across the floor and into the sofa-bed.

He pushes Arthur down to it and then crawls over him, kicking his legs apart so can fit himself in between them as he grounds their hips together, heavy and demanding.