Arthur's not carried away the way he was after Halloween, but he might get there soon if Crichton keeps being so audibly affected. Good lord.
He huffs, with an 'ah... hah' sort of noise, and he wishes that it sounded manly and in-charge instead of sounding like he lost control of his lungs for a moment. But there's no doubt at all when he says:
"No, I- I want to. Hold still for me."
Arthur moves both hands to Crichton's chest. The warm shape of it is familiar, but as he slides his hands carefully down, his heart pounds and his mouth goes dry like he's in the moments between jumping out of a plane and opening a parachute. He goes slowly: not hesitant, but obsessed with each inch of the way. The territory seems different, on the way to this destination. He moves his fingers as if awed by Crichton's skin.
Until Arthur gets to his waistband, and realises there might be a logistical issue with doing this sitting down.
"You--" Oh boy apparently the anticipation is too much, because his voice is hoarse all of a sudden. He swallows and licks his dry lips. "You, er, you- you may have to move, actually..."
you're so good to me
He huffs, with an 'ah... hah' sort of noise, and he wishes that it sounded manly and in-charge instead of sounding like he lost control of his lungs for a moment. But there's no doubt at all when he says:
"No, I- I want to. Hold still for me."
Arthur moves both hands to Crichton's chest. The warm shape of it is familiar, but as he slides his hands carefully down, his heart pounds and his mouth goes dry like he's in the moments between jumping out of a plane and opening a parachute. He goes slowly: not hesitant, but obsessed with each inch of the way. The territory seems different, on the way to this destination. He moves his fingers as if awed by Crichton's skin.
Until Arthur gets to his waistband, and realises there might be a logistical issue with doing this sitting down.
"You--" Oh boy apparently the anticipation is too much, because his voice is hoarse all of a sudden. He swallows and licks his dry lips. "You, er, you- you may have to move, actually..."