[ Charles reaches up as Arthur leans in, arms around the man's shoulders, fingers tangling into damp hair, in an effort to keep this from being as brief and teasing. He's had quite enough of that, thank you. It's greedy, perhaps, and a contradiction in terms given how cagey he's been about this whole scenario, but when presented with the opportunity...
He pulls back away--just so--right before he has the urge to deepen that kiss, and he smirks. It's tired and not quite as bright as usual, but smugly content all the same. ]
[ He smiles into the kiss when Charles makes it pretty clear he doesn't intend on letting it end as quickly as the others. He returns it, not at all minding. It's good to see the smirk when they part, a lazy sort of smile on his own face in response. ]
[ He says with a pause, expression never wavering as he glances up with those "ridiculous" blue eyes. ]
But I think it's better left observed.
[ And with that, he simply tugs Arthur right into the tub with him. Clothed and all, no thought spared for the water displacement that results. (He's too busy laughing). ]
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He pulls back away--just so--right before he has the urge to deepen that kiss, and he smirks. It's tired and not quite as bright as usual, but smugly content all the same. ]
You know, there is a way to get a better view.
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Is that so? What way would that be?
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[ He says with a pause, expression never wavering as he glances up with those "ridiculous" blue eyes. ]
But I think it's better left observed.
[ And with that, he simply tugs Arthur right into the tub with him. Clothed and all, no thought spared for the water displacement that results. (He's too busy laughing). ]