Panting already, just as heavy and deep as his strokes. He could focus if he tried, not looking over the sight of him taking Arthur's ass but instead stared at his back, at the long line of his spine. If he kept his focus...

Which he couldn't do with Arthur saying that word, asking for it.

"Fucking wicked little thing," he moaned, the words almost a growl as he moved suddenly, slamming into him with a sharp snap of his hips.