Crichton is entranced watching Arthur's cock bob in place, knowing he's the cause of that. It's going right to his head so hard he's forgotten they haven't actually even smoked their stash yet.
"Hope you never get tired of hearing it," Crichton has to yank to get the trousers off since Arthur's a bit too distracted to help, but that's fine. He can handle it. He can handle all of this. Some part of him is still amazed about it.
When it comes to the boxers, though, he is starting to sense Arthur's worry creeping up. He's attuned to Arthur's body language probably more than the man knows. So, once he's discarded the last garment between them, he slides one hand up Arthur's chest, gently, until it rests over his lover's heart.
As Arthur spreads his legs apart, Crichton hovers closer, his breath once more hot against exposed skin. "Just so you know, you can always put the brakes on. I'll understand." He will punctuate that with a tender kiss on Arthur's tip.
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"Hope you never get tired of hearing it," Crichton has to yank to get the trousers off since Arthur's a bit too distracted to help, but that's fine. He can handle it. He can handle all of this. Some part of him is still amazed about it.
When it comes to the boxers, though, he is starting to sense Arthur's worry creeping up. He's attuned to Arthur's body language probably more than the man knows. So, once he's discarded the last garment between them, he slides one hand up Arthur's chest, gently, until it rests over his lover's heart.
As Arthur spreads his legs apart, Crichton hovers closer, his breath once more hot against exposed skin. "Just so you know, you can always put the brakes on. I'll understand." He will punctuate that with a tender kiss on Arthur's tip.