There was another squeeze to Arthur's hand and the lightest of kisses to his ear.
"Gladly."
He would have to do something about the absence of a name. But that could wait until later, when they were warm and relatively clean under the blankets.
For now, he was all too happy to begin the achingly slow push inside, watching Arthur like a hawk for any sign it was too much. He doubted it would be - even at his fiercest, he doubted he'd compared to some of Arthur's rougher encounters, but he still felt it prudent to be mindful.
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"Gladly."
He would have to do something about the absence of a name. But that could wait until later, when they were warm and relatively clean under the blankets.
For now, he was all too happy to begin the achingly slow push inside, watching Arthur like a hawk for any sign it was too much. He doubted it would be - even at his fiercest, he doubted he'd compared to some of Arthur's rougher encounters, but he still felt it prudent to be mindful.