He was panting hard against Arthur's throat, the frantic friction leaving him feeling hot and light-headed as molten pleasure coursed through him.

It took a moment to register Arthur's question, and he gave a breathless laugh and a very firm thrust, grinding right up against his prostate.

"We can... talk about that after," he said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "For now, 'Kusuriuri' is fine."