[Oh he likes to see those reactions alright, and he's smart enough to know that it's half show, but that's a thing right there. He loves that moment when those little showy sounds shift into something all to genuine. So when that growl reaches his ears and that hand tightens around his wrist, he blinks and shifts underneath him.
That fiery gaze has him nodding even as he pulls back. It'll be a bit difficult if he doesn't want to dislodge Arthur from where he's sitting so Ivan gently taps Arthur's hips, urges him to pull away enough for Ivan to lift his hips and shimmy out of his pants. It takes a bit of effort and he presses close as he struggles out of the confining fabric. But once he's free, there's a sigh of relief, it's much better without the pants uncomfortably pressing against him and Ivan reaches up to bring Arthur right back to where he was settled before, leans up for another kiss.]
Better, lyubov? [It's a murmur against Arthur's lips, a bit of a jest.]
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That fiery gaze has him nodding even as he pulls back. It'll be a bit difficult if he doesn't want to dislodge Arthur from where he's sitting so Ivan gently taps Arthur's hips, urges him to pull away enough for Ivan to lift his hips and shimmy out of his pants. It takes a bit of effort and he presses close as he struggles out of the confining fabric. But once he's free, there's a sigh of relief, it's much better without the pants uncomfortably pressing against him and Ivan reaches up to bring Arthur right back to where he was settled before, leans up for another kiss.]
Better, lyubov? [It's a murmur against Arthur's lips, a bit of a jest.]