"You treat me so sweetly," he mused, fingers trailing down Arthur's chest and brushing over his nipples as he lay back, opening his legs.

It was a heady sensation to have Arthur work him so thoroughly; the fullness was initially uncomfortable, but he gradually rocked his hips until his body more comfortably accommodated the probing fingers.

A brush against his prostate had him jump, his cock bobbing obscenely as he buried his hands in Arthur's hair.