[He trusts Arthur to stop when he wants his to, but for now, he's fine with the way he slowly unwinds the scarf from his neck. Maybe one day he wouldn't be so concerned with it, but for now he is and as the scarf is pulled away and carefully set aside he exhales softly and presses a kiss to the corner of Arthur's mouth to show that he's fine. Maybe they'll still push boundries, but who knows.]
When am I not cheeky? [His hands settle warm upon Arthur's hips, pull him closer even as fingers slip under his shirt to brush warm skin. It's easy to move against him, tilt his head up to offer more skin. He nuzzles into sandy colored hair, lets his voice settle into a rough purr.] You have to ask? Of course I missed you, lovely, I always do.
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When am I not cheeky? [His hands settle warm upon Arthur's hips, pull him closer even as fingers slip under his shirt to brush warm skin. It's easy to move against him, tilt his head up to offer more skin. He nuzzles into sandy colored hair, lets his voice settle into a rough purr.] You have to ask? Of course I missed you, lovely, I always do.