Crichton's knees wobble a moment before he locks them. His breath hitches hard as Arthur's hand slides over him and then he breaks into a thready giggle at the "handshake" he receives.
"I'm not going to give it a voice. That's taking it too far. But the pleasure is... all mine."
Don't mind him just putting a hand on either of Arthur's shoulders to support himself in case his knees decide not to stay locked.
"Holy crap... we're doing this." Well, someone had to say it out loud.
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Crichton's knees wobble a moment before he locks them. His breath hitches hard as Arthur's hand slides over him and then he breaks into a thready giggle at the "handshake" he receives.
"I'm not going to give it a voice. That's taking it too far. But the pleasure is... all mine."
Don't mind him just putting a hand on either of Arthur's shoulders to support himself in case his knees decide not to stay locked.
"Holy crap... we're doing this." Well, someone had to say it out loud.