Shifting slowly, groaning as he slipped free from his lover. Yet it allowed him to wrap his arms around Arthur's waist and draw him slowly back to him as he nuzzled the back of his neck.

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing time and again. "I've always wanted this and now with you, it was right." He'd wanted this for so long and hadn't realized it. Not the sex in the bathroom but Arthur, in his arms. His for as long as it lasted. Or until they hit limbo and never made it out. That fear haunted him but he wouldn't let it stop him.