What a pity; he'd just have to refresh them in the morning. Gripping Arthur's hair tightly, he angled his head just so, so that he could work his teeth right over his pulse.

His fingers were diligent, stroking his insides at a steady pace, opening him up while his thigh rubs tantalizingly up against his cock. It would be dreadfully cruel to neglect it, but his hands are otherwise occupied.