Arthur groaned as his own hair was tugged and he wanted little more to feel him tug it harder as he went down on him...or to ride his fat cock again or...Christ, anything!

"Anythin' you want darlin'" he breathed running a hand along Erron's chest, opening it up enough to slide inside and touch the expanse beneath, brushing over a perked nub.

The bear growled and lightly bit Erron's lip, the hand teasing and pinching a nipple moving to his own fly and undoing it to allow his cock to spring free, working Erron's own next.

There was no rush. No cold outside, no one for miles yet again. But he hungered for the man like no other.