Room 303, Tuesday Evening

[bitchprince]

After an exhausting day, there was little Arthur enjoyed more than getting to lounge about his thankfully not-an-alcove bed, which was just about as good as the one he had back in Camelot. He was already in his nightclothes by now, and he was fairly sure that whatever happened, he had a good night's sleep coming up on him.

If you didn't know him any better (and most people on the island didn't. Even many who thought they did) you could almost say he was completely back to normal, had put That Weekend out of his mind, and was continuing on as per usual.

You'd be wrong. So would Arthur, who made deluding himself into an art form when he felt like it.

He was just going to concentrate on the whole good night's sleep - have a hunting dog now - nice bed thing. That was about in keeping with his sanity. (That, and considering everything that Reno had put on his mind. It was always nice when life accommodated your denial with more responsibilities)

He wasn't yet aware that in a few short hours, he was going to be bustled out of his room by cranky rodents, no.

[[ door is cracked, post is open! -- and thread with Leto nws. sigh ]]

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[bitchprince]

It was a little hard to miss, yeah.

Arthur's own expression grew remarkably smugger between kisses, but he had more important things to do, and an awful lot of time to fill with things that weren't thinking about his stupid bloody manservant.

He pressed back, running his hand along until he found a nipple, brushing it with the edge of his thumb. "Better-- you didn't get-- dressed?"

[future_sandworm]

"I still have some clothes on," Leto managed to point out, but he certainly wasn't questioning Arthur, especially not when he was doing that. Leto's own hands was now tugging at Arthur's trousers, as those to were quite unnecessary for this.

[bitchprince]

"Shame about that," Arthur informed Leto's jawline, and then his neck next, pulling on his hair a little to get the right angle.

[future_sandworm]

Yes, a shame, but it could be sorted out later. Right now, Leto managed to push Arthur's trousers down over his hips, and then pushing against him again. He tilted his head, not minding the hand in his hair - quite the opposite, really - so that the kissing could continue.

At least no one could walk through the door right now.

[bitchprince]

Arthur began to entertain thoughts of flipping them again. Maybe in a few minutes. Right now, he was rather enjoying rubbing himself somewhat shamelessly into Leto, removing his fingers from his hair just to trail down his spine - and take a hold of his arse.

His smirk lit up a touch smugger.

[future_sandworm]

That freed Leto's head, and he used the advantage to kiss Arthur again, first deeply on the lips and then further down, tilting his head so that he could reach his chest without pulling back.

[bitchprince]

Arthur was all in all more preoccupied with shoving his hand down the back of Leto's trousers, forcing them down with the hook of his thumb. He let his head fall back against the door with a shallow thud, and exhaled.

See? No thinking. Good.

[future_sandworm]

Thinking was quite superfluous, now.

Hand moving to Arthur's hips, Leto ground himself against him with increasing need, while still exploring the kisses. He felt the voices in his mind grow louder, like he was standing in the midst of a crowd, but clung to the physical pleasure to keep them at bay.

[bitchprince]

"C'mon," Arthur muttered, followed quickly by a shuddering pant. His hand abandoned its quest for Leto's trousers for long enough to shove him, not too gently, to switch up their positions.

Also, to give him a chance to descend a few inches, if he managed. Damn.

[future_sandworm]

That wasn't entirely unexpected, and Leto had been surprised Arthur had let him be in control for as long as he had. To Leto it didn't much matter, as long as the result was enjoyable.

[bitchprince]

It better be.

Arthur, as it was, had sunk down low, not quite on his knees but close to it, pressing his mouth to the still-clothed portions of Leto's crotch.

He was very, very dedicated to his mission.

[future_sandworm]

Leto had learned to appreciate that kind of dedication, and he let out a gasp, one hand pressing against the door behind him and the other for Arthur's hair.

[and I need sleep now!]

[bitchprince]

With a vaguely ironic lift to his mouth, Arthur-- nuzzled was the best word. Then his fingers were coming up, tugging down on Leto's trousers until they were all the way down, and he was pressing his lips to the man's--- Well.

He glanced up with dark, dark eyes.

[future_sandworm]

Leto met his eyes, breathing heavily. "Are you going to make me beg?"

[bitchprince]

"I don't know," Arthur said, thoughtfully, an edge of a smirk playing over his mouth. "There's a thought."

[future_sandworm]

"So, you're just going to let me wait?" Of course, the teasing had a way of adding to the excitement.

[bitchprince]

"It could be a lesson of some use," he mused, then pressed a kiss to Leto's stomach. About an inch or two too high.

[future_sandworm]

"Exactly what am I supposed to learn?" Leto replied, voice hoardse. That Arthur was quite good at doing that when he set his mind to it?

[bitchprince]

"Patience?"

That was some impressive mock-innocence there, but he did move down half an inch.

[future_sandworm]

That made Leto laugh, even if the sound came out oddly. Perhaps speaking just gave Arthur strange ideas and so he said nothing more, and just looked down at Arthur.

[bitchprince]

One hand came off of Leto's hips to take a hold of him, the other pushing him gently against the door. He stroked once, pressing another kiss along the line down. Maybe he couldn't actually get Leto to beg, but he was going to have a fairly good time in trying.

[future_sandworm]

And as Leto expected he might enjoy it too, even though his senses might tell him he needed more, now, he didn't mind playing this game. He wasn't going to beg. His fingers clenched in Arthur's hair.

[bitchprince]

"No more clever commentary?"

His mouth found thigh just as his hand found a slow, teasing rhythm to settle into. This was very elaborately, very purposefully giving himself something else to focus on for as long as he possibly could.

The fact he was forcing Leto to hold out for it was just a happy extra.

[future_sandworm]

"Usually you complain when I talk to much," Leto managed, gasping. Of course, he could turn this around again and push Arthur on to the floor.

[bitchprince]

"Unfortunately," he continued, moving closer to the inside of Leto's thigh again - he didn't have that much patience, "I can't silence you like this every time."