It had been too long. That very thought scared him. He was afraid of losing him, of being away from him. He craved him more than he had realized until now as he was staring into his eyes, seeing him being beautiful and sleek and needy.

His fingers moved from him, sliding to stand behind him as his hands caressed over Arthur's hips. A moment later he was using the bottle and slicking himself in preparation.

"Such a good boy," he purred, guiding himself into Arthur. Moving slowly, carefully as he pressed himself to that tight opening. A moment later pushing a bit harder, grunting at the hot sensation around him.