Taking his time. At least for now. No desire to truly hurt Arthur, never wanting to be someone that did that to him. It was almost mindblowing to Tony how different he felt when he was with Arthur, the things he wanted to do differently. For him. Not for himself like so many things but for someone else.
Pushing again, a sharp jut of his hips as he settled himself deep within his lover with a low, needy sound. "Fuck, Arthur," he whispered, trembling as he held himself where he could watch the man beneath him.
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Date: 2012-12-09 11:01 pm (UTC)Pushing again, a sharp jut of his hips as he settled himself deep within his lover with a low, needy sound. "Fuck, Arthur," he whispered, trembling as he held himself where he could watch the man beneath him.