[He can forgive it, and he even encourages it, one hand sliding over his shoulder and around the back of his neck to thumb gently at the fabric of his scarf while the other works free of Ivan's fingers and moves down, resting against the taller man's waist. Arthur would even welcome a tighter hold, even as his own hold on the Russian is gentle, delicate, as if fearing he might break if he grips him too tightly.

The kiss is only broken thanks to a need for air, and Arthur breathes softly, pressing light, brief kisses to Ivan's lips as he does so, eyes half lidded and warm]

It was worth the wait.