Arthur moaned into the kiss, tasting himself on the man as well and he made a noise fo disappointment when he drew away, only to gasp and rock back on the other man's cock when he began to stroke and thrust inside him.

The pace was slow, deep, and then quick and hard.

He dropped down against the blankets again, keeping his ass up for him, a deep groan rumbling from him as his cock was stroked in time with those thrusts.

"Ah...yesss..." he hissed, then realized, "Do...do I call yea...-ah! What do I call yea?" was Kusuriuri even his name? It was one he'd given him to meet him at the hotel what seemed like forever ago but maybe it wasn't his name either.