Crichton's feasting his eyes on that little peek of skin through the boxer slit while dragging Arthur's trousers the rest of the way down. His face is hovering close enough that his hot breath will blow across Arthur when he laughs.

"God, you're so frelling cute. You know that?" There's a world of affection in his voice as he says it. He loves his poor, nervous, adorable boyfriend. Loves him to pieces. He's going to show him just how much.

"All I wanna hear from you is how much you like this." He hooks his thumb in Arthur's boxers and yanks them down. No more hiding, you're all his now.