[There's another hitched sound as Arthur tastes his skin, draws a mark upon the span of his shoulder and traces touches across his torso. Arthur's incredibly warm, it seems, and Ivan can't help the way he presses close as if he could soak that warmth into him and hold it there. A foolish, idle thought but one he entertains for a brief moment. Which is probably the reason he groans when Arthur leans back, even if it's only for him to get rid of Ivan's own pants. There's a soft shift, hands making sure to keep Arthur steady as Ivan lifts his hips and helps Arthur tug them off.
He leans up for another kiss here, pleased at Arthur's hands on his skin and the soft murmur of his voice.]
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He leans up for another kiss here, pleased at Arthur's hands on his skin and the soft murmur of his voice.]