Crichton lets out a full-throated groan as Arthur's thumb moves over him, his fingers digging into Arthur's shoulders.

"Yes, sir."

He moves in, eyes closing as he revels in the pleasure of it all. This closeness, the tender kiss that makes his belly jump and flutter, he almost can't believe it's real. Since when do good things like this happen to him?

He bows his head as if in prayer, and murmurs against the top of Arthur's head, "I really love you."