Arthur kicks off his shoes and rises up on his knees, helping to get his underwear and trousers off before swooping back down on Eames, growling with displeasure when he sees the dark hickeys left from whoever the man was fucking the previous night. His teeth fix on an empty patch of skin just under Eames' ear, nipping and sucking at the spot as he grinds their hips together, fingers almost bruisingly tight as they grip at the Forger's arms.