Arthur’s arms were wrapped around your waist comfortably as you too cuddled in his bedroom. He nuzzled into the back of your neck, a low groan leaving his mouth as he did.

But the peaceful moment was broken when his little brother John brought in a damn horse from the farm outside. “What the fuck, John?!” Arthur shoot up, pulling the covers over you again.

“John, get that damn thing outta ‘ere.” Arthur hissed but John was glaring at him. At least until he saw you and his little face lit up.