[ He knows he's pushy. And he knows it's a trait that's irritated people in the past, annoyed by how demanding he could be. How he was full throttle, all the time, without reservation.
(With partnerships, if they happened, they were aggravated that it felt like he couldn't take it easy, that he was just there for the sex and nothing else. Maybe they weren't so wrong; but this isn't that, not for him).
Mel slows things, goes soft on purpose and his breath hitches at the odd gentleness. Arthur's full of sharp edges, precision built, but he feels the shift in the space between them and he wants to meet it somehow. When he kisses back this time, it's less urgent and more passionate, enjoying it for what it is. Easily, he lets his knees drop open to accommodate Meliorn's step into his space, sighs at the warm press of his body.
After a moment, he shifts up onto the bed more, tugging the other along with him, kissing a line down his neck once he does. His hands slide down his shoulders and then his sides, nails scratching lightly along the skin. ]
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(With partnerships, if they happened, they were aggravated that it felt like he couldn't take it easy, that he was just there for the sex and nothing else. Maybe they weren't so wrong; but this isn't that, not for him).
Mel slows things, goes soft on purpose and his breath hitches at the odd gentleness. Arthur's full of sharp edges, precision built, but he feels the shift in the space between them and he wants to meet it somehow. When he kisses back this time, it's less urgent and more passionate, enjoying it for what it is. Easily, he lets his knees drop open to accommodate Meliorn's step into his space, sighs at the warm press of his body.
After a moment, he shifts up onto the bed more, tugging the other along with him, kissing a line down his neck once he does. His hands slide down his shoulders and then his sides, nails scratching lightly along the skin. ]