There's an irritated groan coming from Eames when Arthur pushes him down, but he doesn't try to get up. Because that will only result with another argument and while they're going at it like two horny and a little bit violent old dogs, it's still a delicate process and any rocking of the boat will shatter it.

So, Eames drops his shoes, kicking them off and lifting his arse when Arthur yanks down his sweats, leaving him naked sans the bandages. Then his hand rises to grab at Arthur's hair, fisting in it tightly as he pulls him down to a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue, all intending to ruin that pretty mouth of his that spews such bullshit.

"Stop fussing," he mutters between kisses. "I'm not going to break."