Panting softly as he kissed back, nipping at Arthur's lower lip as he broke the kiss. Staring down at him, working his fingers in and out, scissoring them to work Arthur open carefully though desperate to have him one more time before he left.

"If I text, will you make time as soon as possible to get alone," he asked in a low voice, working his fingers harder, faster, hips rocking in time with the movements, needing him desperately.