He was already hard and hardening even more in Tony's hand, groaning low. "She'd be proud of herself," he muttered after a long moment of silence. He flicked open the button on his trousers and shoved them down and off him.

"Not typically the sort to mix pleasure with business," Arthur said and licked his lips, looking at him with darker eyes. Despite what his mouth said, Arthur's hands returned to Tony's shirt as he started unbuttoning it and shoved it down, off of his shoulders.

"How do you want me?"