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Jun 15

CHAPTER THREE: SWEET UNDERSTANDING

summary: now that you’ve broken the ice with arthur, it’s time to move on to more….hands-on things

warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, fingering f receiving, praise, mild angst and insecurity

wc: 6.3k

a/n: welcome to chapter three! this is where the fun really begins i think

One thing you hadn’t factored in when you’d offered to teach Arthur about sex was the fact that he was, at the end of the day, a man.

This meant, as you were slowly finding out, that he was horny pretty much all of the time.

Now that you’d finally broken past the first hurdle, he was practically insatiable. Not in a way that came across as overbearing, Arthur would rather die than make you upset or uncomfortable, but in a way that started to become increasingly more hilarious the longer it went on.

If you thought he’d been bad before, he was much, much worse now.

Whenever you two had a free night where you weren’t both bone tired or otherwise preoccupied, he’d undoubtedly come sidling up to you wherever you were in the house, pawing at you until you eventually gave in and kissed him. You never minded, of course - kissing Arthur was still one of your absolute favourite things to do. And now, with the added information that he went absolutely insane over a vibrator, your nights had become significantly more interesting than they had been two months ago.

You’d nearly lost count of the number of nights since that first time that you’d had him spread out on the bed, cock flushed and dripping against his stomach under the relentless pleasure of the vibrator pressed tight against the head and length of him. Every time felt like the first, an addicting rush of pleasure and love surging through him and making his back bow and his hips lift off the bed in an orgasm that never seemed to end. He loved it. He loved you. He loved this new path his life was taking.

You’d tried out a few more things as well, getting him acclimatised with the world of sex and pleasure - you’d discovered that he was a favourable to a little pain, loving when you left bruises and bites on him, or dragged the sharp points of your nails down his chest and stomach whilst you jerked him off roughly. This went hand in hand with the time you’d melted a candle and dripped it across the tattoos decorating his sternum and stomach, watching with a sort of satisfied glee as Arthur squirmed and whined beneath you. You’d tried again with the blindfold - he’d hated, as he’d suspected, the loss of his vision and the sight of you sending him spiralling in the worst possible way.

But now, Arthur was beginning to feel a little selfish. So far, everything had been about him. What he liked. What made him feel good. He’d barely even touched you aside from a few kisses and that time he’d played with your tits. The visual of your perfect chest framed by the lace of your bra haunted him every waking moment, drifting into his mind when he had a spare second he wasn’t busy, nearly always resulting in his cock stirring to life in his trousers, even when he really shouldn’t have been hard.

Anyway. He’s determined to repay the favour.

Or, at least try to.

The morning is shaping up to be one of those where it becomes increasingly clear that nothing interesting is going to happen today. It had started slowly - you’d woken up first, made coffee for yourself and Arthur, put some toast on, accepted your boyfriend’s sleepy kiss when he’d trudged into the kitchen, and sat down to eat. You were halfway through your mouthful when he spoke.

‘I feel like I’m being selfish with all this sex stuff.’

The words burst from him in a rush, his gaze fixed on the wood of your dining table, not daring to meet your eyes. You blinked, mouth half open as you were poised to take another bite of your breakfast.

‘Um, okay-’ You said, setting down your toast and wiping your mouth, reaching out to take Arthur’s hand into yours, squeezing slightly to get him to look at you.

‘What do you mean? Why do you think you’re being selfish?’ You asked. The earnestness in the statement had left you stunned - the sentiment of Arthur being selfish hadn’t even crossed your mind. As far as you were concerned, everything had been going great. A small snag of worry began to worm its way into your head. How long had he felt like this? And why hadn’t he told you?

Arthur sighed, evidently struggling to word things correctly.

‘It’s just- I don’t know. All the stuff we’ve done- which has been great, by the way, I’m not complaining about that at all. It’s just- it’s all been, like, about me. You haven’t gotten anything- or I haven’t done anything in return.’ He said, fingers twitching erratically against yours where they lay linked on the tabletop.

Your mouth opened, then closed, shocked.

‘Arthur- sex isn’t- it isn’t transactional like that. You’re learning, baby, it takes time. I don’t expect you to be able to give back right away. Come on, you’re being silly.’ You said, giving his hand a firm squeeze. Arthur let out a short huff, clearly not satisfied with your answer.

‘Yeah, I know, but like- still. I just feel bad. I mean I’ve cum like- I don’t even know how many times. And you just….haven’t’. I want you to feel good, too.’ He said, pouting slightly as he picked at the corner of the table. You just smiled fondly. Of course, you should’ve expected this. Arthur was, at his core, a genuinely kind person. Of course he’d be irked by the fact that you haven’t been pleasured as well.

‘Oh, angel. You’re too sweet. I appreciate that you want to make me feel good too, but you really don’t need to worry about anything. Seeing you feel good is all I need right now.’

‘Yeah, but- I want you to feel good. Like, properly.’

‘Arthur, baby-’

‘Please. Please, let me. Teach me. I wanna see what you look like when you cum.’

That last sentence seemed to force its way out of his mouth of its own accord. Arthur slapped his hand over his mouth, cheeks instantly flushing as he stammered frantically, trying to take the words back that had since washed over you like a gentle tide. Your mouth dropped open.

‘Jesus, Arthur. You can’t just- say shit like that.’ You said, fighting desperately against the heat that had begun to pool in your lower stomach, dipping dangerously low towards your clit.

‘Sorry- I didn’t mean to. I mean- it’s true, but I know we’re taking it slow. But I do want- want to make you feel good.’ He rambled, dragging his hands through his hair as he attempted to calm his racing heart. He truly hadn’t meant to let that little fantasy slip - but it was out there now, he supposed. Maybe that would motivate you into your next lesson. A small, actually selfish part of him hoped it would.

‘It’s okay, love. Just surprised me. But, if you’re that desperate, I suppose we could- we could try it. I mean, we’re not doing anything else today, are we?’ You said hesitantly, tracing your finger around the rim of his coffee mug, looking up at him through your lashes. Arthur swallowed thickly.

‘I do- I do want to. But not just because you feel like you should, or because I said I wanted to. I want you to, like, want it- as well.’ He said, gaze locked on the way your fingers circled the mug, fingernails glinting in the early morning sun. It was your turn to huff out a laugh, drawing your hand back to rest next to your own mug.

‘Arthur, I think you know by now that I want you pretty much all the time. Plus, it’s not like it’s a bad deal. Why wouldn’t I want to?’ You said, smiling slightly when he shrugged helplessly.

‘I dunno. Just- I just don’t want you to feel like you have to just to teach me. I know I probably should’ve figured all this out years ago, but, like-’

‘Don’t even finish that sentence. I wouldn’t’ve offered if I wasn’t willing to help you. We’re in this together, Arthur. It’s bound to take some time, but that’s something I’m willing to commit to. If you aren’t, then you just need to tell me, and we can stop.’ You said. Despite your confident words, you were a mess of nerves. Clearly, this was a big thing for Arthur. You didn’t want to keep going in this if he was uncomfortable, or worried that your heart wasn’t in it.

Thankfully, some of that tightness that had been building in your chest eased when he shook his head vigorously.

‘No, no. I don’t want to stop, not at all. These past few weeks have been amazing. Not just- because of the sex, although that’s been really great- but, like, I feel closer to you somehow. And I just want to make sure that you feel that, too- for me.’ He said, head whipping up to look you in the eye as he rambled. You just smiled, sitting back in your chair.

‘You know I do, Arthur. I’m, like, absolutely fucking crazy about you. Orgasms or sex doesn’t change that. But no, I get where you’re coming from. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling like that, my love. But thank you for telling me, I really appreciate it.’ You said, standing slowly from your chair and making your way over to him. Arthur scooted back slightly in his chair, unable to stop the smile from forming on his face as you swung a leg over him to straddle him on the chair, his hands automatically coming to rest on your waist.

You wound your arms around his neck, leaning in to press your forehead against his.

‘I just- I want you to feel as good as me. And- yeah, okay, fuck it- I want to make you come. I want it really fucking badly.’ He said softly, breath fanning over your face from how close you were. You shifted slightly on his lap, just enough so that your heated core was resting over where his cock lay, soft for now, against his thigh. Arthur’s breath hitched slightly at the contact, grip tightening minutely on your waist.

‘Yeah? Wanna make me come, pretty boy?’ You whispered, ducking down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Arthur swallowed, clearing his throat.

‘Yeah- please.’

‘Mm, such a good boy. So considerate.’ You murmured, moving to now trail your mouth across his jawline, scraping your teeth against the stubble you found there, relishing it as Arthur shivered beneath you. Slowly, you found your way back to his mouth, pressing a slow kiss to his lips before pulling back. You climbed off of his lap, keeping a hold of one of his hands as you pulled him up to standing.

‘Come on then. Show me you’re not all talk, and that you really want to learn.’ You said, nodding your head in the direction of your bedroom. Arthur’s lips parted, a small breath escaping them as his pupils dilated. This was really happening. He gripped your hand tighter, pulling you along with him as he made his way to your bedroom. When you were at the threshold, he turned slightly so he could back you up until your knees hit the bed. You grinned up at him as you lay down on the bed, spreading your legs so he could fit in between them.

His hands came to rest at your hips, thumbing slightly at the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

‘Can I?’ He asked. His heart was a wild thing in his chest, eyes glued to where your shirt had ridden up to expose a sliver of your stomach, the sight alone making his cock twitch with interest. Sure, he’d seen you without your panties on before, but this, like everything else, was different. It meant more now - no longer a quick fix, but a sign of his progress, of your trust in him.

‘Go on, baby.’ You gave your assent, lifting your hips to help him as he dragged your shorts and panties down in one, revealing your cunt to him little by little. Arthur’s breath stuttered out of him as he tugged the clothing off fully, his gaze landing on your exposed cunt. He almost laughed to himself - it seemed you really were beautiful everywhere. You were wet already, slick glistening in the light of your room, clenching slightly around the cool air as he settled himself between your thighs again.

‘Okay, ready? I’m gonna teach you how to use your fingers. But you have to listen to everything I tell you, okay? Otherwise it’s not gonna feel good.’ You explained, propping yourself up on your elbows. Arthur nodded immediately, bringing his hands up to rest on your thighs, pushing slightly until your knees dropped onto the bed, leaving you completely exposed to him.

‘Let me see your hands.’ You asked. He gave them to you at once, letting you inspect them. You squinted, scrutinising him. His nails were short and clean, as always - he kept them like that most of the time when he wasn’t actively writing new music, when he normally had longer nails for the guitar. He wasn’t a dirty person generally, and so you found yourself nodding and letting go of his hand.

‘Are they okay?’ He asked, resting his chin gently on your leg. You smiled, nodding again.

‘Yeah, they’re all good, baby. Just checking your nails and stuff. It’s not particularly nice for me, or girls in general really, if your partner has long nails. It can sometimes be painful. But you’re all good, I know you’re not like, filthy, or anything.’ You said. Arthur’s brows furrowed as he looked over his nails, the expression so alike a curious puppy that you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Alright, Arthur. Pay attention now. You can either get the lube, or you can wet your fingers yourself. I’m already kind of wet, but it’ll still be a little painful if you just go in completely dry.’ You said, tossing your hair out of your face as Arthur looked up at you curiously.

‘Do it myself?’ He asked, tilting his head to the side.

‘Yeah, love. Like this.’ You said, sitting up for a minute to grab his hand and guide it towards his mouth. He made a soft noise of surprise as you bent his forefinger and pinky, leaving just the ring and middle left. You pushed the tips agains his lips, coaxing them further into his mouth.

‘There. Now suck, get them nice and wet for me.’ You said, leaning back on the bed. The soft, slick sounds you heard from between your legs told you that Arthur was doing as you said. You couldn’t help but sneak a look down, thighs twitching together at the sight of him, spit starting to drip out from the corner of his mouth as he sucked them.

‘Okay, that’s enough, baby. Come here.’ You reached out to grab his hair, gently pulling him until he was situated in front of your cunt. The sight ripped another quiet whine from his chest, the smell of you reaching him and making his mouth water. One thing at a time, he reminded himself.

‘Alright. You’ve seen me do this to myself before- it’s not really too different. Start slow, run your fingers up and down. A little pressure, but not too hard, got it?’ You said, letting go of his hair and letting him focus properly. He took a deep breath, before lowering his spit-slicked fingers to your cunt.

The first thing he noticed was the heat of you.

His mouth fell open as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down the seam of your cunt, your slick gradually adding to the spit covering his fingers to help him along, and soon it was a smooth glide up and down your folds. He spread them slightly, whimpering at the sight of the pretty pink of your leaking hole. Your stomach muscles flexed slightly under the gentle pleasure. You let out a soft sigh as his fingers nudged your clit, a few sparks of pleasure emanating from the contact.

‘Good, that’s good, baby. Why don’t you come up here, instead- it’ll probably be easier this way for me to guide you through it.’ You said, shifting forwards. Arthur paused for a second, wrenching himself away from your cunt for a moment to look up at you.

‘Remember like I had you before, leaning against me. That way it’s easier for me to tell you because I’m not having to mirror everything.’ You explained. Arthur made a noise of understanding before shuffling forward on the bed and slipping in behind you. It felt odd to have the roles reversed now, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that surged through him as you settled back against his chest, your legs spreading wide. From this angle, he could see your clit, now puffy and red with arousal and the tantalising stimulation he’d given you.

‘Okay, yeah- this is better. Right, keep going with what you were doing. Gentle, but you can go a bit faster now.’ You instructed, leaning back fully against him. He did as he was told, lowering his hand to drag his fingers through your folds once more, swearing softly at the wet heat of you. The change in position had his fingers bumping regularly against your clit now, causing soft moans to bubble up out of you. Arthur listened carefully, entranced by the squelch of your cunt and the slick sounds it made as he moved his fingers up and down the seam of you, gathering your slick on his fingertips.

‘You’re so pretty.’ He whispered. The awe in his voice had you clenching around nothing, the praise going straight to your cunt. Arthur noticed, of course, and filed that away for a later date. It seemed that the love of praise wasn’t relegated to solely him.

’Thank- thank you, baby.’ You replied, voice hitching slightly as the tips of his fingers dipped into your hole, just enough to send a hot spike of pleasure through your body.

‘What now?’ He asked, never stopping his careful movements up and down your cunt. You blinked a few times, clearing the fog in your mind. This was mean to be a lesson.

‘Um- okay. Now that your fingers are nice and wet, you can focus on my clit. Here, like this.’ You reached down to take his hand, guiding it up slightly until the pad of his middle finger rest on the soft flesh.

‘Press down a bit- I like a bit more pressure, but everyone’s different. Then you move in circles, like this.’

You guided his hand in slow circles, breath stuttering out as heady pleasure began to ebb from where he touched you. Arthur couldn’t get enough of the sight of you - spread out and dripping for him, telling him exactly what to do to make you feel good. His gaze was glued to where your smaller hand covered his, moving his hand in careful circles on your clit, thighs just beginning to tremble under the pleasure.

‘Fuck- yeah, that’s it. Just like that. Little faster, baby.’ You instructed, control hanging on by a thread as Arthur complied, picking up speed. Your hand fell to the side, trusting him to do it on his own. The rough pads of his fingers felt heavenly slipping in tight circles around your clit. Pleasure thrummed through your whole body, every sense heightened under your boyfriend’s touch. Maybe it was the situation itself that had you so keyed up - Arthur, touching you so reverently, like he thought you might break if he pushed too hard, listening to everything you told him, so focused on your pleasure, had you floating embarrassingly close to the edge.

‘Feels good?’ He muttered against your ear. You nodded, tipping your head back so you could look him in the eye as he smiled down at you.

‘Yeah, feels- feels so good, Arthur. Doing such a good job.’ You replied, allowing yourself to give in to the pleasure and start to grind your hips up against Arthur’s fingers. You could feel the hard line of him behind your ass as you moved backwards, evident of how much e was enjoying this.

‘Can I- can I see your tits again? I remember you liked it when I- um, when I touched them last time. Might make you feel even better.’ He asked, the thought suddenly rising up in his mind and becoming urgent at a speed that left him breathless. A breathy moan broke from you as his fingers pressed down harder, but you nodded anyway, sitting up enough to pull your shirt off. Arthur’s free hand immediately came up to cup the soft flesh, flicking his thumb over your peaked nipple.

‘Fuck- look at you, remembering what you’ve learned. So good for me. Fuck, yes- go a bit faster, baby. It’s alright, I’ll tell you if you hurt me.’ You gasped out, a moan breaking from your chest as Arthur increased his speed once again, your cunt squelching obscenely from just how wet you were, his fingers slipping in perfect circles around your aching clit as the other pinched and rolled your nipples, the sharp pleasure contrasting with the familiar, sticky pleasure of his fingers on your cunt in a way that had your head spinning.

‘What about- inside? Is that something that feels good?’

The question forced a weak moan out of you, the dedication and earnestness in his voice making you throb harder, your cunt steadily leaking now as he continued to draw circles on your clit.

‘Uhm- fuck, yes- you can do that. It does feel good- do you wanna try?’ You asked, feeling Arthur nod before the sentence was even out of your mouth.

‘Okay- stop for a second, I just need to-’ You said, patting his arm softly. He stilled immediately, concern flashing in his dark brown eyes.

‘I’m fine, baby. Just need to catch my breath before I can teach you. You’re doing so well for me, Arthur. I’m really proud of you.’ You tilted your head up to capture his lips in a kiss, taking the brief moment of reprieve. He hummed happily against your lips, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue. You opened for him, feeling the heat and intensity behind the kiss as his tongue stroked against yours. Somehow, he’d gotten better at kissing since you two had started your lessons - probably because you used it every time as a failsafe way to get him in the mood.

That was something else you’d figured out about Arthur. He got hard at the drop of a hat.

Giving him a good morning kiss? Some mornings, he’d pull away and quickly scoot over to sit down at the table, covering his crotch with an embarrassed smile. You brushed past him on the way to the washing machine? He has to sit down with a pillow on his lap for the next half an hour. You smiled at him in that unfiltered way he loved so much when out on a date in public? He’s dragging you to the nearest bathroom to hide away until the tent in his trousers disappears.

Now was no different - you could clearly feel the outline of his cock straining against the confines of his trousers and pressing up against your lower back, jerking every so often as you exchanged kisses.

‘Sorry about- that. I can’t help it.’ Arthur muttered against your lips when you shifted back against him. You just laughed, pulling him in for another kiss.

‘’S okay, baby. Just tells me I’m doing something right.’

You broke the kiss, pecking a last one on his nose just because you could before turning your attention back to your soaked cunt.

‘Right, okay. Listen carefully, now. Take your fingers like this,’ You grabbed his hand once more, guiding his fingers down to press against your hole, sucking in a breath slightly when he pushed the tips in experimentally. ’Start with one. Push in, slowly.’ You said, folding his ring finger down for the time being. Arthur did as instructed, watching with wide eyes as your cunt sucked his finger in greedily. The slight stretch had you keening, the sensation nearly too much after so long being empty.

‘Fuck- okay. Now you can start to move- slow, first, then you can go faster. Like this, like you’re trying to call me towards you.’ You said, demonstrating the gesture with your own hand. Arthur watched, then copied.

The pleasure that burst from the movement was instant. Your breath punched out of you in a guttural moan, head knocking back against his collarbones.

‘Fuck- oh my God, Arthur.’

‘Good?’

‘Yeah, yeah- bend your fingers a little more- yeah, like that- Jesus Christ.’ You said, voice breaking as Arthur’s finger stroked against your sweet spot, a shock of pleasure zipping up your spine.

‘Right there?’ He asked, and he sounded almost smug, the bastard. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be mad at him, not when it felt like he was pulling you apart piece by piece and putting you back together the way he wanted you.

‘Yeah, right there, baby. You can add another finger- please.’

Begging. You were begging. Arthur couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

‘Yeah- yeah, okay- like I did the first one?’ He said. You nodded, repeating the motion you wanted him to do with his fingers. He watched closely, then slowly slid in his ring finger alongside his middle, gasping softly as your walls clenched around him. He could feel the burning heat of you as your cunt fluttered around him as he began to move, crooking his fingers as you’d instructed to stroke over your sweet spot. Or, what he assumed was your sweet spot, judging by the continuous moans and whines that fell from your lips.

‘Okay- go a bit faster, baby. Same motion.’ You instructed, voice breathy and high as he obliged. With the increased speed, he could feel every twitch and clench of your cunt around him as he stroked against that spongy spot inside you, fingertips dragging across it in a delicious rhythm that left you panting. His other hand played idly with your tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, trying what he knew to heighten the pleasure you were feeling.

Arthur was sure he’d never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. Your hairline was beaded with sweat, wisps of your hair stuck to your forehead, your chest heaving with deep breaths under the onslaught of pleasure, nipples peaked against his hand as he pinched at them. Your skin was flushed, hips bucking up slightly into his hand as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you, marvelling at the way your slick coated his fingers entirely.

‘Is that- good? Do you want another?’ He asked, voice gravelly and thick with arousal against your ear. He took your answering moan as confirmation, unfolding his forefinger and sliding it in alongside the other two before thrusting them in and out of your cunt, picking up speed ever so slightly.

‘Jesus- fuck, Arthur.’ You gasped out, back arching at the stretch. Arthur froze, mumbling apologies as he went to pull his fingers out. You shook your head quickly, reaching down to seize his hand to keep him where he was, fingers buried deep inside your throbbing cunt.

‘No, no- please. Feels so good- don’t stop.’ The sound of your breathy voice made Arthur groan, his hand tightening on your chest as he pulled you flush against him, thrusting his fingers in and out of you with renewed determination. You whined, hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

‘Yeah- come on, love. Wanna make you feel good- please, wanna see you cum all over my fingers. Please, I need it- You’re so pretty, oh my God- so beautiful like this.’ He was rambling now, any semblance of control he’d been at least attempting to hold onto disappearing entirely in the presence of your cunt soaking his fingers with every thrust and your soft moans and whimpers. You were practically putty in his hands, thighs trembling and chest heaving as Arthur moved his fingers in and out of you, the slick slide of them against your sensitive walls causing you to moan out loud, pleasure zipping up your spine and scattering deliciously through your whole body. It had been a while since you’d cum from fingering alone, but it seemed that today, there was a first time for everything.

Including, it seemed, for Arthur to start getting his own ideas.

Your eyes were screwed shut, breath coming in short little bursts as he continued his movements, curling his fingers just right to stroke insistently over your sweet spot in a rhythm that had you dizzy, cunt clenching around the stretch of his thick fingers. He watched you intently, noting the way your clit twitched with every drag of his fingers out of your cunt, red and swollen from his earlier ministrations.

Letting go of your chest, he snaked his hand down to rest just above your clit. When you didn’t react, too lost in your own sea of pleasure, he made his move. Your cunt was wet enough already that the sensation didn’t immediately register as he started to circle over your clit once more. Arthur pressed down harder, biting back a groan as your clit throbbed under his touch. Your eyes flew open at the sudden burst of pleasure, before they were rolling back into your head as a weak moan dissolved on your tongue, brain thoroughly fried by his touch.

‘That feel good? Yeah, I thought so.’ He said, allowing himself to smile slightly at your nod, head bobbing up and down quickly as your mouth hung open.

‘Fuck off- shit, yes- oh my God. You’re a- you’re a bastard.’ You moaned out, but there was no real fire behind it, not when Arthur could feel the way your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he continued to rub tight circles over your clit, his other hand never stopping their quick movements in and out of your wet cunt.

‘Yeah, but you like it, I think. Jesus- you’re soaked.’ He said, incredulous. You laughed weakly, shifting your hips to grind into the dual sensations, gasping raggedly when his fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on your clit.

‘Yeah- fuck, Arthur- right there, please- don’t stop.’

‘Yeah? There? You gonna cum for me?’ He asked, even though he already knew the answer. Your thighs were shaking now, threatening to clamp around his hands. Lowering his head, he started to trail a line of kisses up the column of your neck, like you’d done to him a thousand times before. You whimpered as you felt the soft scrape of his teeth over your pulse point, pride sparking through you as you realised he was using what he’d learned from you, against you.

You weren’t sure where this new side of him was coming from, one who was apparently frighteningly competent with dirty talk, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining. All you could do was moan in response as he did as you said - your heart clenching with pride when he actually listened, for once not committing the cardinal sin that, you supposed, he didn’t really know about.

‘Yeah- yeah, gonna cum, baby. Shit- so good to me, Arthur. Such a good listener- oh my God, yes- please-’ You grabbed onto him, pushing his fingers as deep inside you as they could possibly go, arching your back to grind forwards into the sensation on your clit.

‘Come on- please, love- need it so bad. Need you to soak my hand- please, wanna see you cum- yeah, there you go- please, come on, baby.’ He was the one begging now as your cunt clenched around him like a vice, keeping his fingers where you wanted them as you frantically thrust your hips down to meet his thrusts. Once, twice, three times until a guttural cry tore itself from your chest, your cunt clamping down on his fingers so hard Arthur thought they might snap off.

Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, white-hot pleasure bursting through you in an instant that had your vision going blurry. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire as you continued to push yourself back onto Arthur’s fingers, chasing every last drop of pleasure you could as the coil that had been slowly building in your gut snapped with a force that sent you reeling. Distantly, you could hear Arthur talking, babbling into your ear as he fucked you through it, but you heard none of it, the sound of your blood rushing in your ears deafening as pleasure surged through you. You felt boneless, supported only by the solidity of Arthur’s chest behind you and the feeling of his strong arms around you as you fell back heavily against him, head tucked into the crook of his neck as you caught your breath.

He held you close to him as you came down from your high, slowing his movements until they were barely-there, shallow little thrusts that had you whimpering as overstimulation shocked through you.

‘Arthur- baby, enough. ’S too much.’ You slurred, slapping weakly at his hands. Arthur pouted, but did as you said anyway, stilling his movements completely, but not drawing his fingers out of you just yet. Instead, he busied himself with pressing a line of soft kisses across your hairline, smiling as you giggled softly when he nosed into your hair. One of your hands came to rest on his thigh, squeezing affectionately.

Once your breathing returned to normal, you shifted slightly to sit up straighter, a dull ache beginning to shoot up your back from where you’d been hunched over in pleasure.

‘Okay, baby. You can take your fingers out now- slowly, please. I’m still a bit sensitive.’

Arthur hummed in agreement, watching you carefully as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, unable to stop a small whimper from escaping him as he saw them shine with your slick and cum, dripping onto the bedsheets below you. He craned his neck, breath escaping him in a gasp when he saw the dark spot beneath your spread thighs, evidence of how worked up you’d been.

‘Yeah, that was all you, baby. You did that to me.’ You muttered, smirking slightly at his awed expression.

‘Jesus- that’s- that’s so hot.’

You laughed quietly, reaching over to your bedside table to grab a couple tissues.

‘Here, for your fingers.’

‘Oh, thank you.’

He wiped off quickly, tossing them to the side before his hands came to settle on your waist once more. You let him have a few seconds of rest, before the feeling of your slick cooling against your cunt became too much to bear.

‘Baby, you need to clean me up, too. I’m still all messy.’ You reminded him gently. Arthur made a soft noise of alarm, before nodding and shifting off the bed, making sure you were comfortable before hurrying off to the bathroom. He remembered what you’d done for him last time, blinking through the haze of his own arousal as he filled up a glass of water for you and grabbed the washcloth off the hook in the shower.

‘Here- d’you want me to- I can-’ He said, holding the cloth out to you uncertainly.

‘Yeah, go on. Not too hard, just enough to clean me up. I’ll naturally be wet anyway, but it’s just the excess that needs to be wiped away.’ You instructed, accepting the water and drinking deeply while he knelt between your legs. The first contact of the cool cloth against your heated cunt made you hiss, but you nodded encouragingly as he moved it carefully around your hole, wiping the slick on your thighs and where you’d messed onto the bedsheets.

‘Good. Now come here. This is probably the most important part of aftercare.’ You said, gesturing vaguely for him to toss the washcloth to the side. Confused, he did as you said, walking on his knees towards you.

‘What?’ He asked. He thought back to what you’d done, wondering with a spike of worry if he’d missed anything he should’ve done. Cloth, water, reassurance - he couldn’t think of anything else. He let you move him, curiosity piqued as you manoeuvred him next to you.

‘Cuddles.’ You said simply, tugging him down next to you and laying your head on his chest. You wrapped your arm over his stomach, throwing your leg over his to hook under his ankle, leaving barely an inch of space between you. Arthur’s worry deflated like a burst balloon as he wound an arm around your shoulders.

‘Jesus, you scared me for a second. Thought I’d forgotten something major.’

You huffed out a laugh, squeezing him tighter.

‘No, baby. That was perfect. All of it- you did so well for me. Made me feel really good.’ You said, looking up at him, heart fluttering at the open love you saw in his gaze. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned up to kiss him, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling your body as he kissed back easily.

‘Love you so much. Thank you for letting me do this. And- for, everything else. You’re like, so amazing- so good to me.’ He said, stuttering slightly as his throat tightened with emotion. His eyes glistened in the light, glassy with the tears beginning to form on his waterline. You shushed him softly, silencing him with another kiss.

‘I love you too, baby. And you don’t have to thank me- I’d do this a thousand times over if it meant I got to have you. Thank you for trusting me with you.’ You replied against his lips, stroking fondly over the apple of his cheek with your thumb. Arthur hiccupped slightly with a stifled sob, and you just smiled, kissing him again.

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