[He's very good at making Dream sweat a little, though when their lips meet, they may have moved past that point and straight into anchoring warmth, the sort that makes his heart flutter.
He has no intent of pulling away, and if Arthur wishes to hold onto the fabric of his coat as it hangs down, then so be it. Dream parts his lips slightly, makes this kiss matter, makes it last. Here, in a version of his own realm, at his throne, it's poignant -- it may only be a dream, but dreams are never "only". He will mark this in his memory, recall it even eons from now.]
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He has no intent of pulling away, and if Arthur wishes to hold onto the fabric of his coat as it hangs down, then so be it. Dream parts his lips slightly, makes this kiss matter, makes it last. Here, in a version of his own realm, at his throne, it's poignant -- it may only be a dream, but dreams are never "only". He will mark this in his memory, recall it even eons from now.]