[He corrects that with a lazy smirk and twists his head, catching him in a slow kiss. His fingers draw slowly down his back, tracing alone his spine, the edge of his hips, teasing gently as he stares up at Arthur.
He feels right like this, filled with Arthur, having his friend atop him-- god, and he smells of him, so much so he can barely smell himself; all he can do is smell Arthur, Arthur on him, Arthur in him-- he's all but claimed, and he tilts his head back as he thinks of that.]
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[He corrects that with a lazy smirk and twists his head, catching him in a slow kiss. His fingers draw slowly down his back, tracing alone his spine, the edge of his hips, teasing gently as he stares up at Arthur.
He feels right like this, filled with Arthur, having his friend atop him-- god, and he smells of him, so much so he can barely smell himself; all he can do is smell Arthur, Arthur on him, Arthur in him-- he's all but claimed, and he tilts his head back as he thinks of that.]
You weren't bad.