[The hesitation has him worrying, but then Arthur's actually sliding into his lap, and he's breathless. He looks up at him, hands falling gently to his waist. He leans up, brushing his mouth along Arthur's jaw.]
Perfect, [he murmurs, pulling back to see his eyes, his expression. He moves in closer moments later to press his lips to Arthur's gently before he's kissing him harder, more hungrily.]
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Perfect, [he murmurs, pulling back to see his eyes, his expression. He moves in closer moments later to press his lips to Arthur's gently before he's kissing him harder, more hungrily.]