Crichton makes a soft sound of pleasure, goosebumps raising under the track of Arthur's fingers working up his back to his neck. The flush rising at his collar will be hard to miss. He's been patient knowing that both of them had a lot to work through to get to this point. But, God, he's wanted this. He needs to see how far their connection can go.

"Yeah?" he coos against Arthur's ear. He's trailing his hand down the man's chest, skimming over subtle hills of flesh, stopping at the navel but threatening to go lower by toying at his waistband. "Why don't you let me help you out of your pants, then?"