"Where did we stop last night?"
That word pissed Noel off when he heard it from Arthur's lips. Immediately, his fist moved before the rest of him caught up.
He stopped it just before it connected with Arthur's face.
Arthur did not flinch.
He just looked at the fist hovering near his jaw and looked back at Noel.
Noel didn't know why he stopped himself. But getting Arthur angry is not a good thing and punching him wasn't going to satisfy him. He was going to make Arthur's life a living hell and make him go through what he's going through a thousandfold.
"I'm not well," Noel said. "You know what you did to me last night. You know the state I'm in. You're not touching me. I won't let you do anything to me."
Arthur tilted his head.
"You seemed very well last night," he said. "You were quite loud, actually. You kept leaking every minute and moaning every time I thrust into your tight hole. Even after going for hours, it remained tight as the first thrust. Seems like..."
