"Yes," he urged, meeting each thrust eagerly.

His fingers strayed from Arthur's nipples, circling around the back of his neck and pulling him back in for more hungry, open-mouthed kisses.

Arthur was slowly taking him apart, bit by bit, and he was quite lost in the flurry of feelings and sensations. He moved his face past his lover's lips, kissing along his cheek and fuzzy jaw, along to to his ear where he whispered;

"You are so good to me, Arthur."