[ Arthur isn't necessarily bossy unless he wants to be, and Meliorn, pleased at having someone fit so nicely in his lap, can barely hide the smirk. He'd count on nothing less.
He reluctantly takes his hands away from Arthur's sides, lifting both of them briefly with his hips to take his clothing off. The coat and shirt are left in a similar crumpled pile next to Arthur's neatly pressed jacket. ]
No talking.
[ It's murmured, not out of reverence but out of nearly a necessity as he straightens his back. One hand moves up against Arthur's spine, drawing him close, the other back on his hip as lips find pale collarbone, nipping lightly. ]
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Date: 2018-06-28 06:29 am (UTC)He reluctantly takes his hands away from Arthur's sides, lifting both of them briefly with his hips to take his clothing off. The coat and shirt are left in a similar crumpled pile next to Arthur's neatly pressed jacket. ]
No talking.
[ It's murmured, not out of reverence but out of nearly a necessity as he straightens his back. One hand moves up against Arthur's spine, drawing him close, the other back on his hip as lips find pale collarbone, nipping lightly. ]