It's greatly frustrating to have a limited reach with his broken body. If there were no wounds on him, he would have rolled Arthur over and fucked him senseless. But he already knows it's not going to work when he can't put weight on one arm and he probably would pass out after a couple of minutes.

Arthur is just as dogged about getting down to it, though. Which means that when Eames lets him go, Arthur is going to shift and get them where they both desperately want to be.

"Come on," Eames still hurries him with gritted teeth, lifting Arthur's arse as he shifts his grip on the man and rolls his own body to get his dick behind him. (Not a wise move, his side protests immediately, something wet touching the bandages underneath. Eames ignores this, he doesn't care if he'll feel a bit faint after this...)