"Arthur -," he hums, disjointed sound getting lost in his throat as his boyfriend draws him in with the flat of his tongue. It's hot and warm and tight, fierce heat and he'll never get tired of it, he doubts he ever could.

Warmth pools in his stomach, thighs shaking slightly from keeping upright and holding himself too still, and he's already so close, body wound up tight like a spring ready to let go.