If there was one thing Erron learned and learned early, it was how to give himself the run around. There was no good in dwelling in the past, not when his life was so frequently at stake in the present. He made few exceptions; diversions kept brief. He committed himself to putting one foot in front of the other down the same old dusty road time and time again. Like any other road, he occasionally came across others along the way and sometimes they might spare a moment out of their own lives to follow him a while, but...
Time marched, and so did Erron Black.
No point in turning back just to retread old tracks.
That's what he told himself anyway, if only to curb the worst of his impulses, the ones which inconvenienced him the most in the end. It'd always been a dangerous unknown, lying with another man, and while that thrilled him in the moment he'd never lain with the same one twice. Never felt the need, the impulse, to linger nor return once he departed. Arthur was different. Arthur had nettled him good, smashed the mold, offered him something he coveted enough to snarl and snap at his own hands.
Arthur's touch made the fine hairs at the nape of his neck stand on end, spread throughout the whole of his body in one great shiver. Erron reached up to remove his hat and set it aside with his free hand while he coiled his arm around Arthur's thigh to grasp at it with the other. Behind closed eyes, they were back in that cabin again, tangled up in one another in the silence and isolation of the mountains. He scrubbed his face across the soft expanse of Arthur's belly, filled his lungs with the familiar scent of his skin, breathed out all his burdens into the groove of his hip.
Erron grinned, wolfish, his blood quickening with excitement at the memories Arthur's question evoked in him then. Let it hang in the air a while, long enough to taste in his mouth, on his tongue. It tasted like Arthur pressing him down into the mattress, the weight of him just enough to steal his breath with each writhing thrust, just enough to make him have to work for it, to feel alive. Erron sunk his teeth around the jut of Arthur's hip with a groan that sounded an awful lot more like a growl, his arm cinching tight around the meat of his thigh. A sharp, grinding nip of blunt white teeth.
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Time marched, and so did Erron Black.
No point in turning back just to retread old tracks.
That's what he told himself anyway, if only to curb the worst of his impulses, the ones which inconvenienced him the most in the end. It'd always been a dangerous unknown, lying with another man, and while that thrilled him in the moment he'd never lain with the same one twice. Never felt the need, the impulse, to linger nor return once he departed. Arthur was different. Arthur had nettled him good, smashed the mold, offered him something he coveted enough to snarl and snap at his own hands.
Arthur's touch made the fine hairs at the nape of his neck stand on end, spread throughout the whole of his body in one great shiver. Erron reached up to remove his hat and set it aside with his free hand while he coiled his arm around Arthur's thigh to grasp at it with the other. Behind closed eyes, they were back in that cabin again, tangled up in one another in the silence and isolation of the mountains. He scrubbed his face across the soft expanse of Arthur's belly, filled his lungs with the familiar scent of his skin, breathed out all his burdens into the groove of his hip.
Erron grinned, wolfish, his blood quickening with excitement at the memories Arthur's question evoked in him then. Let it hang in the air a while, long enough to taste in his mouth, on his tongue. It tasted like Arthur pressing him down into the mattress, the weight of him just enough to steal his breath with each writhing thrust, just enough to make him have to work for it, to feel alive. Erron sunk his teeth around the jut of Arthur's hip with a groan that sounded an awful lot more like a growl, his arm cinching tight around the meat of his thigh. A sharp, grinding nip of blunt white teeth.
"I reckon I wanna roughhouse."