Arthur gasped and then hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure as Erron but him none too gently. He buried a hand in his hair, tugging, encouraging the bite. He wished it could last, leave something permanent behind, but it’d heal by the time they finished.

Still, Arthur made no question he liked it as his cock gave a throb against the other man’s own.

“I’ll just have to keep a sharp memory...” he breathed. Not that he'd forgotten anything of what happened between them before. The image of Erron plowing him into the makeshift bed in the cabin was one he returned to often.