That groan only sharpens Arthur's focus even further. As for the title that follows it-- he huffs out a slight breath, because, well, hmm, yes, oh boy, he could sure get used to that.

And as for the words that follow that: if Crichton was trying to melt Arthur emotionally as well as physically, then he succeeded. There's a pressure welling inside Arthur's chest that threatens to burst not into tears, but into irrepressable joy. And it-- god, it's like an alarm bell that they're on the edge of a disaster. But he pushes that down. He pushes it way back down.

"Heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee." He says it low in his throat, between more kisses; he diverts from Crichton's dick for the moment to run long fingers over the rest of him, mapping all the places that till now have been hidden. "Crichton... god."