He loved how Arthur writhed, the eager way he worked to try and get more from their games. It meant so much that Arthur trusted him, yet was still there for him in those moments of panic when he'd returned that morning.

Another swat, giving it to him hard just like he asked. All because he said please. Two quick against one cheek, moaning with each hit that wwrmed his palm. "You love that, don't you, Boy?"