Arthur's going to have some very strong words later when he's checking Eames' bandages and spots the reopened wound.

For now, he's shifting and looking back, grasping Eames' cock and positioning himself over the fat tip before sinking down without much hesitation. His eyes might roll back as he gets filled, but he refocuses fast, staring down at Eames' face as he settles over the man's groin with a satisfied little groan deep in his throat.

Impatience is the word of the night, though, and Arthur doesn't give either of them enough time to adjust before he's moving. Mouth falling open on a silent gasp, his brow puckers in a tight frown of concentration as he starts to move, hand braced on Eames' abs to steady himself and to keep the dumb Brit down.