He watches Sheehan's hand glide down his chest, and it doesn't feel... bad today, strangely. Not when he can focus on the sensation of that hand finding whole skin, and the warmth that lingers in its wake.
Then the hand in his pants finds home as he's dragged in for a kiss and he moans, surprised and breathless against Sheehan's mouth.
He uses his other hand to slides those pants from his hips, never once breaking the kiss. His eyes closed as he loses himself in the kiss, in the touch, spurred on by that moan.
"Ah, I love you," he mutters against his mouth, sucking in a breath as he tries to keep up.
Sheehan doesn't get a particularly verbose reply in turn when Arthur is lost in sensation, whining shameless and open against Sheehan's mouth until his head drops against Sheehan's shoulder as his hips move with the touch. "God- f-fuck, Les--"
The fingers in his hair make his scalp tingle, and it's like lightning down his spine that makes him arch with a strangled cry right in Sheehan's ear, as he finishes all at once.
His limbs are trembling gently, holding himself up over Sheehan like this, but he kisses back; dazed at first, but quickly deeper, one hand cupping Sheehan's head to pull him into it a little.
"Yeah," he mumbles when they finally part, pressing his forehead to Sheehan's briefly. God he smelled good like this, flushed and ready himself, and he has to force himself to sit up on his knees again, and slide a hand between his own legs, ignoring the mess as he trails under Sheehan's waistband as well. "You?"
He's still sensitive so soon after, so the kisses make him gasp, the bite gets a soft moan, and it's a challenge now, in the best possible way, to keep his hand steady on Sheehan.
"Mm- should I rephrase it?" He kisses along Sheehan's jaw, so he can murmur right in his ear, low and seductive. "I'd be more than happy if this was the last thing I ever saw."
That gets a deep chuckle, and he toys lightly with Sheehan's ear with those too-sharp teeth as he shifts his grip, changes his pace just so when it gets a reaction from Sheehan.
Oh, the temptation to draw this out longer is very real.
He kisses down Sheehan's jaw again, letting his fangs scrape deliberately, harmlessly across his neck before he traces the lines with his tongue and a breathless laugh.
"Why, doctor," he practically purrs against his neck. "It's almost like you want me to bite you."
Which is how Arthur slides down to the crook of Sheehan's shoulder - safer, no jugular to worry about - cups Sheehan's neck in his free hand and opens his mouth, just resting pointed teeth against the soft curve as his other hand moves faster, pulling Sheehan closer to the brink.
"I want you to do something," he laughs. "Instead of - " But whatever he was going to say is cut off as his feet dig deeply into the bed and he rakes nails across his shoulders. He cries out, reaching hsi peak, and buries his face in Arthur's neck.
Sheehan bucks up and he closes his mouth quickly to avoid actually hurting him, but he still gives a sharp moan himself at the not-unpleasant scratches down his back, tangling his fingers in Sheehan's hair to hold him close as he rides it out.
And when it passes, Arthur loosens his grip so he can kiss Sheehan's cheek, tilt his face to find his mouth and press deeply against it.
The world is an exhausted haze until that kiss, and he hones in on it with a sigh. He wants to say so much, but all that comes out is a shiver of a sigh.
He rests his head against Sheehan's shoulder with a dazed, light laugh.
"Oh, so perhaps I should finally shout it from the rooftops," he teases easily, practically beaming. "Let the whole Barge know I'm deeply and madly in love with you."
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Then the hand in his pants finds home as he's dragged in for a kiss and he moans, surprised and breathless against Sheehan's mouth.
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"Ah, I love you," he mutters against his mouth, sucking in a breath as he tries to keep up.
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"Yeah," he murmurs back to him, free hand raising to the back of his neck, tangling in Arthur's hair again, fingers curling.
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No, he likes this view the most.
"Alright?" he mutters, finding his mouth again, kissing him deeply.
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"Yeah," he mumbles when they finally part, pressing his forehead to Sheehan's briefly. God he smelled good like this, flushed and ready himself, and he has to force himself to sit up on his knees again, and slide a hand between his own legs, ignoring the mess as he trails under Sheehan's waistband as well. "You?"
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"Yeah. Keep that up and I'll be better," he teases, sinking into the bed.
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"Ah, I might have found my favourite view of you as well."
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He runs a hand down along Arthur's chest and sits up, kissing his neck, his shoulder, playfully biting along his collarbone with blunt teeth.
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"Mm- should I rephrase it?" He kisses along Sheehan's jaw, so he can murmur right in his ear, low and seductive. "I'd be more than happy if this was the last thing I ever saw."
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"God - damn you, Arthur," he moans, begging him in so many words as his mind seems to short circuit.
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"Christ," he breathes, letting out a frustrated laugh.
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He kisses down Sheehan's jaw again, letting his fangs scrape deliberately, harmlessly across his neck before he traces the lines with his tongue and a breathless laugh.
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"Ass," he laughs.
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Which is how Arthur slides down to the crook of Sheehan's shoulder - safer, no jugular to worry about - cups Sheehan's neck in his free hand and opens his mouth, just resting pointed teeth against the soft curve as his other hand moves faster, pulling Sheehan closer to the brink.
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And when it passes, Arthur loosens his grip so he can kiss Sheehan's cheek, tilt his face to find his mouth and press deeply against it.
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"I love you too," he mumbles fondly with another lingering kiss.
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"I had no idea," he mutters. "You're so quiet about it."
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"Oh, so perhaps I should finally shout it from the rooftops," he teases easily, practically beaming. "Let the whole Barge know I'm deeply and madly in love with you."
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"Perhaps you should. And no one will be surprised."