Strong hands smoothed over Arthur's back, as much to soothe the other man as himself. Eager to help ease them back to... not even to where they were but not to being upset. Turned on as he was, fucking Arthur wasn't the ultimate goal. His own pleasure wasn't even the goal. Making them both love it, that was what mattered to him.

"Good. Damn. I'm glad," he whispered, nuzzling and kissing and refusing to let go. "Won't happen again, Baby. I swear."