[He's not that eager to move away, no, but he does so that Ivan can do as he asked and is quick enough to slide back onto his lap, letting out a hum of pleasure against his lover's lips as he feels the warmth of skin against skin. Arthur rolls his hips forwards, hissing softly, one hand cupping around the other man's neck then up into his hair, which he grips and lightly tugs on as he bites Ivan's lower lip in retaliation against his teasing]

Much better...

[Though he's growing less and less fond of their current location, he's not yet quite willing to move]