He was feeling lots of things all at once, and it wasn't slowing down at all. He'd envisioned doing this before—in great detail, actually, though admittedly he hadn't envisioned his (albeit distant) cousin being the first person to share with though. But it didn't matter; it was clear that Arthur was experienced with matters such as this, because it wasn't the sort of thing a man admitted to without being experienced, and to Valerian that mattered more than how he felt towards him on any personal level.

(Not that he didn't like Arthur—no, in fact he was hoping that this would make Arthur see him as an actual man rather than the weird kid that so many other people had thought him. It was a weird dynamic. He couldn't think too hard about it, though, not with Arthur's hand there.)

A loud gasp escaped his lips, and he pushed his hips forward, desperate for more contact. He clawed his fingers down line of buttons, his fingers catching on each individual button until one snapped halfway down Arthur's shirt. The kiss was broken momentarily, giving Valerian a chance to breathe—but not to think. No, he didn't need to. He knew he wanted this. He could barely speak, his chest rising and falling with easy heavy breath that escaped his lips, and when the words left his mouth they came out raspy and quiet.

"A stupid question," he answered, his impatience clear. He pressed his mouth against Arthur's again.

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