[There's a soft whine when Arthur tugs on his hair, teeth catching at his lip. He can tell it's a warning against the teasing, but really he can hardly keep himself from doing so. There's a rough roll of his hips up against Arthur's, hands raking down the curve of his back. He catches Arthur up in another kiss, murmurs against his lips.]
D'you want to move, Arthur? [Perhaps a bit of a sudden insight, but Ivan's not as pleased in the lack of options this lends him. So he's letting a hand slip between them and palm at the line of Arthur's obvious erection.]
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D'you want to move, Arthur? [Perhaps a bit of a sudden insight, but Ivan's not as pleased in the lack of options this lends him. So he's letting a hand slip between them and palm at the line of Arthur's obvious erection.]