"Mm, I do like washing you," he hummed, teasing his fingers through Arthur's hair, stretching languidly under the attention to give his lover as much of his torso as he could.

"You have freckles in the summer, all along your back. And -"

He sucked in a breath of air as Arthur's lips found his softened cock, his lover's beard a pleasant tickle over his sensitive flesh.

"- Oh, that feels wonderful."

It seemed he forgot whatever else he was going to say, settling for stroking Arthur's hair, his ears and along the back of his neck as heat began to pool once more in his loins.