Here, on Hal's bed, it's... different.
Arthur can't quite explain it. Surrounded by Hal's scent, his perfume, his things, he feels almost like an intruder. Sure, Hal's bed is far from actually comfortable, the mattress old and worn and the sheets scratchy, yet he cannot care about it.
Hal is different here, out of water. He moves and acts differently. There's an air to him, a freedom in his movements, and his touch feels different with the ring off. It almost makes Arthur regret not accepting this invitation sooner.
Grinning at him, Hal holds Arthur's arms by the wrists, keeping them above his head, pinned between the lumpy pillows and the headboard. The sunlight streaming in through the window makes him look golden, gifts Hal with a glow that makes Arthur think of gods. At least this god is keen on riding him rather than fighting him. For now.
"You need to change your bed," Arthur says, because he has to say something to stop himself from caring about Jordan even more than he already does. He needs to save himself. Maybe it was a mistake, doing this here, in Hal's apartment, laying on Hal's bed. Hal's impossible to resist.
"That what you're thinking of when I got you balls deep in me?" Hal laughs, leaning down to bite along Arthur's jawline, and on purpose rolls his hips, teasing. He's been teasing this whole time. "Rude."
Arthur needs to act like he isn't affected. "You're taking forever. I can feel each lump in both your pillow and mattress."
Hal squeezes his wrists with his hands, and his cock with his ass. "Shit's expensive. Buy me a new one for next time."
Swallowing, Arthur closes his eyes, feeling his skin tingle and almost curling his toes when Hal rolls his hips again. Still not picking up the speed.
"Okay," he says, half bewitched already. "I will."
