[There are few people who could say they could read Ivan like an open book and fewer who would say they wanted to, but Arthur can, and he does, feeling a small thrill run up his spine as he realises exactly what's on the Russian's mind.

When he's seated, Arthur doesn't waste time before he slides forwards and onto the larger man's lap, one hand running into his hair as he settles himself and gently cants his hips down, making himself comfortable]

Much better, dorogoy..