Perhaps Arthur looks a little- no, it's definitely very smug, as he smiles shamelessly down at Sheehan.
"Good. I do like your attention being on me." And it's not hard to see quite how much, with how flushed his scar-mottled body is, as he toys with a curl between two fingers.
"I'm sure you do," he scoffs, sitting up to kiss a trail along his collarbone, reaching between them, even as he keeps him close, to take Arthur in hand. He strokes him slowly, keeping his eyes on Arthur's face.
His eyes flutter shut when Sheehan takes him in hand, a breathy gasp escaping him; but he relaxes into the touch immediately, hips leaning into Sheehan's hand as he rests his arms on his husband's shoulders to support himself.
He rises up to meet him, leisurely and gentle, prolonging the moment as he indulges in one kiss at a time. "God, I love you," he mutters against his lips. "I love you so goddamn much."
It's difficult to keep up the kisses and words in response, the faster his hips rock into Sheehan's hand, and he rests his forehead against Sheehan's as he pants heavily, whimpering, "Christ, Les--"
"Yeah," he mutters. "I love you, you're so goddamn gorgeous." He grips his fingers tighter into his back, wanting him close, encouraging him to rock his hips.
Those moans, those achingly familiar moans, are enough to make his breath stop. The beads of sweat along his forehead have made his hair curl more, freeing itself from the gel he had put it it that morning for the wedding. He raises up against him, both hands wrapping around him almost desperately.
One hand buries awkwardly in Sheehan's hair, the same arm supporting Arthur while his free hand comes down between them, and he whimpers into Sheehan's mouth when he brushes past his own over-sensitive cock to wrap around Sheehan's and start stroking him in turn.
He gives his ass a playful squeeze, one that turns to a caress as Arthur takes him in hand.
"Oh goddamn," he breathes out, then buries his next words in a desperate kiss. He's already flushed and needy, and he can't help how his hips rock into Arthur's hand.
Arthur's smile in the kiss isn't subtle, but even with Sheehan rolling into his hand he takes his time, slow and just tight enough, as he shifts a little to kiss Sheehan's neck.
"I'm trying not to take it for granted," he hums, teasingly, but he does speed up his hand just to hear the noises Sheehan makes about it. "Plus, you are a wonder to watch."
Sheehan is so reserved, so buttoned up, except in moments like this. It's taken him months and months, but he lets Arthur hear him now as he has so recently, shamelessly moaning his name.
His own breath shudders in his throat at the sound of his name in Sheehan's mouth, and he kisses forcefully up his neck to his mouth again, matching Sheehan's rolling hips with his hand, tight and fast.
"You're fucking incredible, Les. I love you so much..."
He groans quietly himself, at the bruising force of Sheehan's grip, but he doesn't stop, keeping his hand moving on Sheehan until he goes fully limp beneath him; and then he settles to sit in Sheehan's lap to take the pressure off his knees, and cups Sheehan's jaw in his clean hand to gently tilt him up for another kiss, soft and tired and sweet.
The smile is still there when Sheehan opens his eyes again, deeply and utterly taken by him. "Wouldn't dream of it," he hums, as he peppers a few more kisses across Sheehan's cheek and forehead.
And Arthur laughs, giving Sheehan a playfully dramatic kiss on the forehead when he manages to get to his feet. "I'm afraid I already did. Or haven't you heard the French?"
And admittedly his first few steps are a limp, between shaky post-orgasm legs and the bad idea of kneeling the entire time, but it's only a minute before he's in and out of the bathroom, wiping himself down with a cloth before he brings a warm, damp one back to give Sheehan a clean as well.
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"Good. I do like your attention being on me." And it's not hard to see quite how much, with how flushed his scar-mottled body is, as he toys with a curl between two fingers.
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Now it's Sheehan's turn to look smug.
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"My husband," he murmurs, just tasting the words on his tongue.
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"My husband," he echoes, every exhale a soft whimper as he rocks in Sheehan's hand. "I- f-fuck..."
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"L-Les, I- God--"
And he finds Sheehan's mouth again for a hungry, desperate kiss as he comes with a husky groan.
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"Oh goddamn," he breathes out, then buries his next words in a desperate kiss. He's already flushed and needy, and he can't help how his hips rock into Arthur's hand.
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"Gorgeous, Les," he hums against his throat.
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He rocks quicker against him, eager for more. "You're going to start our marriage like this? Teasing me?"
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"You're fucking incredible, Les. I love you so much..."
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His fingers dig into Arthur's back as he comes, hard and groaning, into his fist.
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"Deliriously." Resting his forehead against Sheehan's for a moment, just- enjoying the moment a little longer.
Before he goes to push himself up again, with an aching groan. "And I'll be more so once we're cleaned up."
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"After you," he groans. "Just leave me here to die."
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And admittedly his first few steps are a limp, between shaky post-orgasm legs and the bad idea of kneeling the entire time, but it's only a minute before he's in and out of the bathroom, wiping himself down with a cloth before he brings a warm, damp one back to give Sheehan a clean as well.
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