"Now, that's romantic," Crichton teases. He's not familiar with Chaucer other than in passing but when isn't having poetry quoted to you from your boyfriend romantic as hell?
"Play your cards right and maybe you'll get in on a lot more." He can't believe he just said that with a straight face and Arthur can't even see it. Although it comes with an audible gulp right after because... maybe he's actually serious about that. Terrifying. And exhilarating.
The nerves recede, however, as Arthur's fingers caress the mounds of his ass and he can see the way that smirk is trying to break free on his lover's face. That's right; he told no lies. He's got the finest cake in town and it's all for you, Arthur, baby.
"Like what you s-see--mmmm!" he starts to quip, but it's interrupted when that graze of teeth drags a moan straight up from his dick. Oh, hello. He loves that.
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"Play your cards right and maybe you'll get in on a lot more." He can't believe he just said that with a straight face and Arthur can't even see it. Although it comes with an audible gulp right after because... maybe he's actually serious about that. Terrifying. And exhilarating.
The nerves recede, however, as Arthur's fingers caress the mounds of his ass and he can see the way that smirk is trying to break free on his lover's face. That's right; he told no lies. He's got the finest cake in town and it's all for you, Arthur, baby.
"Like what you s-see--mmmm!" he starts to quip, but it's interrupted when that graze of teeth drags a moan straight up from his dick. Oh, hello. He loves that.