Crichton eats it all up hungry for the taste of Arthur underneath his own musk, hungry for more of those sounds. He's surprising himself, finding that despite his orgasm he's still got a lot of energy left to expend. Hell, give him long enough even his dick might catch a second wind. But he's less concerned about his own body at the moment, and more interested in running his fingers wildly over Arthur's back, not breaking from the kiss, but letting Arthur drive that with his tongue while Crichton's attention goes to the way Arthur's hips shift.

When he comes up for air, finally, he husks, "Your turn now. I want a taste of you."