[He practically shouts when Arthur picks up, head dropping back with a curse and some breathy comment about how good he feels. His fingers dig in on Arthur's thigh and his hips stutter as he keeps rocking up into him-- that familiar tightness coiling in him, looking back up at Arthur with a tightness around his eyes like it's a struggle to keep them open, but he wants to keep looking at him. He's so goddamn gorgeous like this it'd almost be a crime to look away.]
Fuck-- [He groans loudly, hand trailing up Arthur's side to his chest and back down to grip his hip.] I'm about to come.
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Fuck-- [He groans loudly, hand trailing up Arthur's side to his chest and back down to grip his hip.] I'm about to come.