[Arthur wouldn't trade it for the world. There's something about being held by this man, lying in his arms after they're spent and sated that makes him feel so incredibly.. secure. Perhaps, and he knows it himself, that is a strange term to apply to Ivan's company, but he's learned to trust him and to trust that he won't be harmed under his care. Of course, that isn't to say there aren't times that he comes out of their trysts more battered than he'd like, and occasionally he becomes cross with the Russian nation because of it..

All it usually takes is a look of concern and regret in those large violet eyes to gain his forgiveness. He simply can't stay angry at him, even if he wants to, and thus far Ivan has given him no reason to wish it.

Finally, there's a touch against him and he lets out a low, throaty moan, half genuine and half show, pushing his hips against Ivan's hand. He cups his face in both hands and kisses him hard, biting at his lower lip and arching against him, humming against his mouth and pushing one hand into his hair]

M-mm.. keep doing that..