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"I've never been fucked by a man before," Eames says, when they're alone at lunch.
Arthur, now accustomed to these verbal ambushes, doesn't even pause in eating. "Yeah? That makes two of us."
Eames stares. "You're saying no bloke ever wanted—"
"They wanted," Arthur says. "I didn't." And then, because he feels responsible for all of Eames' education, not just the dreamshare aspects: "You know anal isn't the be all and end all of gay sex, right?"
"I know," Eames says. "But I want to. I'm eighteen soon. And I want you to—"
"Eames." Arthur looks away, suddenly tired. "Enough."