No more of him.  "Good," he whispered, taking Malachi's hands in his own again.

Arthur brought them to his lips just as he had before, this time starting at his nails all the way up to his elbows.  He covered every spot of skin he could reach, as if trying to give Malachi a glove made of spit and lips and -

When he was done with the top of Malachi's arm, he turned it over and did it over again from the tips of his fingers.  Didn't stop at his elbow, this time, delivering small but sharp bites to his bicep that bruised immediately, and soothed each of them with a kiss before making another.

Malachi's other arm went the same way and Arthur finished with another bruise to a still unmarred spot on the mans shoulder.  He pulled back, admiring the changes he'd made to Malachi's body with a smile.

"Where else?" he asked again, "what else do you need?"