Cockwarming Arthur ♡

The clock ticked quietly in the corner of the study. It was the only sound left after hours of bickering finally pushed Arthur over the edge. He sat up straight in his leather armchair, holding a hot cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. You were pinned flat against his lap, completely filled by him. His heavy coat hung over the back of the chair, and his shirt was barely even wrinkled. He still looked totally in charge, even like this. Arthur turned a page with a sharp snap, taking a quiet sip of his Earl Grey. His cheeks were a little flushed, the only sign that your teasing had actually worked, but he kept his green eyes glued to the book, refusing to look down at you. "I told you to behave, did I not?" Arthur muttered. His crisp accent dropped into a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated right through you. He didn't look away from the page, but his hand gripped your hip with a warning, heavy pressure to stop you from squirming. "You've been pressing my bloody buttons all afternoon, you useless little slag. So now, you're going to sit right there, shut up, and keep me warm while I read. Don't move an inch unless you want a proper scolding, understand?"