Crichton is enjoying the hell out of listening to that. He really thought this might feel awkward but the soft yet hard texture and even the slightly salty taste of Arthur is anything but unpleasant. Jesus christ, he really actually does like sucking dick. Who the fuck knew?

At first, it all seems fine. Arthur's hips twitch on impulse and Crichton takes the bending of his knees for a good sigh. But he's watching closely, aware of the stiffness in places that shouldn't be stiff right now. It's about the moment when he sees Arthur making that fist that he decides to pull back and check-in.

He strokes at Arthur's chest gently and asks, "Still good up there?"