He let up just a little pressure, adjusting, his own body shifting ever so slightly sideways. It wasn't an invitation to turn the tide of power around, not in the slightest: Arthur had an itch and if necessary they could repeat it slow later.
Leto was mumbling something. It made no sense to him, and so he pressed his mouth to Leto's again, willing whatever it was quiet.
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Date: 2009-02-21 12:35 pm (UTC)Leto was mumbling something. It made no sense to him, and so he pressed his mouth to Leto's again, willing whatever it was quiet.