[ Of course he's going to smirk about it, the bastard. He ignores the look, just leans away where he can so Mel has enough space to pull his jacket and shirt off. They inevitably join the pile of discarded clothes, one he's sure will get bigger as they go.
Arthur's a bit distracted by the sudden amount of skin he's greeted with though. So he re-settles in his lap, reaching both hands out to slide along his bare shoulders. For a second, there's just the near-silent rasp of skin when he drops his palms to Mel's chest, fingers dragging. ]
Fuck off.
[ There isn't any heat in it, just a reflexive admonishment. One with an edge taken away even further when he sighs at the contact, at the pressure of Mel's hands. Reluctantly, he unbuttons his own shirt, fumbling a bit when he feels teeth along his collarbone. Eventually, he gets the shirt open and untucked, excess cloth draping over his thighs. ]
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Date: 2018-07-01 04:55 am (UTC)Arthur's a bit distracted by the sudden amount of skin he's greeted with though. So he re-settles in his lap, reaching both hands out to slide along his bare shoulders. For a second, there's just the near-silent rasp of skin when he drops his palms to Mel's chest, fingers dragging. ]
Fuck off.
[ There isn't any heat in it, just a reflexive admonishment. One with an edge taken away even further when he sighs at the contact, at the pressure of Mel's hands. Reluctantly, he unbuttons his own shirt, fumbling a bit when he feels teeth along his collarbone. Eventually, he gets the shirt open and untucked, excess cloth draping over his thighs. ]