It hadn't been quite that long for Eames, but it still hit him like a runaway train, thumping Arthur back against the wall once more, fingers tightening against his thigh as his own climax washed over him, leaving him shuddering, though not as violently as the other man.

His breathing was ragged, but he still soothed Arthur with a string of openmouthed kisses along his throat and jaw, stroking slowly once more just to finish riding out the last sparks of pleasure.