Valerian had always been good at figuring things out on the fly; it was one of the reasons he liked potion-making so much. This was nothing like potion-making, but his hands followed the same path as Arthur's, mirroring his movements as he tried to figure out the best rhythm to this. Arthur's hands were on his belt, and his hands were on Arthur's belt, and for a moment he thought he might try to race to get Arthur's undone quicker; but then Arthur let out a little gasp and demanded he kiss his neck again, so his hands slipped from the buckle and found Arthur's hips while he proceeded to suck on the the little spot where Arthur's shoulder connected to his neck—
And then he was a goner. He heard the sound of his own belt buckle coming off, and then Arthur's hands were on him, and as hard as he tried to swallow the moan it managed it escape anyways. His fingernails dug into Arthur's hips, a silent plea—but for what, he wasn't sure. Finally his lips left Arthur's skin, and embarrassingly his forehead came to rest against the same crook of Arthur's neck where his lips had just been. He'd touched himself before; he knew his limits and just knew that this was going to be too much for him sooner rather than later.
His hands grabbed for Arthur's belt again, intent on getting it off this time. It took a moment longer than it should have—(but who could have blamed him?)—but finally he was able to tug Arthur's pants down his legs.
"I want this. Please." It was so undignified, begging, but it was like he was no longer in control of the words that escaped his lips.
And then he was a goner. He heard the sound of his own belt buckle coming off, and then Arthur's hands were on him, and as hard as he tried to swallow the moan it managed it escape anyways. His fingernails dug into Arthur's hips, a silent plea—but for what, he wasn't sure. Finally his lips left Arthur's skin, and embarrassingly his forehead came to rest against the same crook of Arthur's neck where his lips had just been. He'd touched himself before; he knew his limits and just knew that this was going to be too much for him sooner rather than later.
His hands grabbed for Arthur's belt again, intent on getting it off this time. It took a moment longer than it should have—(but who could have blamed him?)—but finally he was able to tug Arthur's pants down his legs.
"I want this. Please." It was so undignified, begging, but it was like he was no longer in control of the words that escaped his lips.
