[His broad body doesn't budge an inch backward at the shoving. In fact he finds it invigorating. Mr. White growls and he tilts his head to speak softly.]
It won't hurt. In fact, I think you might even like it.
[Pupils are so wide in his brow eyes they almost go black. Wet, hot breath---it might be the warmest thing about him--=ruffles against Arthur's collar.]
You'll see.
[Lips latch to his throat tasting for the right point. Any other day, any other time the old man wouldn't lay a hand on Arthur like this. Regardless of his trim frame, boyish serious face and clearly skilled hands. This isn't any other day. White is pressing against him so close that the man may have to splay his legs.]
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It won't hurt. In fact, I think you might even like it.
[Pupils are so wide in his brow eyes they almost go black. Wet, hot breath---it might be the warmest thing about him--=ruffles against Arthur's collar.]
You'll see.
[Lips latch to his throat tasting for the right point. Any other day, any other time the old man wouldn't lay a hand on Arthur like this. Regardless of his trim frame, boyish serious face and clearly skilled hands. This isn't any other day. White is pressing against him so close that the man may have to splay his legs.]