He slid one hand over Valerian's abdomen appreciatively. Hopefully his shirt hadn't landed in the brandy, but Art didn't have the presence of mind to think about that at the moment — he was so hard it almost hurt, and he needed to get Valerian's belt unlatched so that they could actually do this, but also he still had a shirt on, and —

Valerian managed to tug it over his shoulders. Art didn't watch to see where it landed, because that was very much not a current problem.

"Oh," Arthur exhaled, at the kiss to his throat, "Fuck, do that again." He still didn't think Valerian was at all experienced at this, but his enthusiasm certainly made up for it. Finally, finally he managed to get Valerian's belt unlatched and pull it free of the loops of his trousers, sending it falling to the floor with their other articles of clothing. Art slid his hand into the other man's pants.

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