[ It was only a matter of time, he supposes, though there's a semi detached part of his mind that's surprised Arthur seems to find him attractive. He'd pegged Arthur for the type of guy to like a more muscled look, more inherently masculine, but those nails tell him otherwise. It's enough to spur him on, hair falling to curtain his face as he kisses down the other's chest. Arthur is impatient, needing, and Meliorn wants nothing more than to drag this out as long as possible because of this. ]
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