"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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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."