A choked off sort of sound caught between a sigh of relief and a low, rumbling growl drifted out of him underneath the searing wet heat of Arthur's mouth at his throat. Erron had kept himself knee deep in work since the costly setback in the mountain pass, too busy to trouble himself with baser desires than a warm revolver and split knuckles, drinking and gambling aside. He never cared much for painted ladies beyond conversation, whether it be for entertainment or information, and there hadn't been no upstanding ladies worth a good goddamn.
No other men neither, but that was just a fact of life.
Erron didn't like to think about the times he took himself to hand; how he couldn't never bring himself off until he went back to being tangled up with Arthur in a too small bed instead of fucking. How even now it made him swell to attention and buck up for friction til' the chair creaked beneath them.
It'd been too long a dry spell, that's all.
"You touch yerself? Make a mess thinkin' of me?" Erron raked blunt fingernails down either side of Arthur's spine none too gently and squeezed his ass through his britches. "I make y'wanna be a little wild, Arthur?"
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No other men neither, but that was just a fact of life.
Erron didn't like to think about the times he took himself to hand; how he couldn't never bring himself off until he went back to being tangled up with Arthur in a too small bed instead of fucking. How even now it made him swell to attention and buck up for friction til' the chair creaked beneath them.
It'd been too long a dry spell, that's all.
"You touch yerself? Make a mess thinkin' of me?" Erron raked blunt fingernails down either side of Arthur's spine none too gently and squeezed his ass through his britches. "I make y'wanna be a little wild, Arthur?"