"F-frell," he whimpers as Arthur's teeth graze him. He's so ready to crumble that he really can't argue with switching up the positions.

"Yes, sir." Guess what? He noticed you liked that. He noticed he liked it too.

He flops backward on the bed, shucking away any last loose pieces of clothes still clinging to him. His cock is standing straight up, so Arthur shouldn't have much trouble finding it again.

"I'm all yours, baby."