Erron wondered how long he would have to enjoy the angry red marks his mouth had made, the traces of himself scattered about Arthur's body before they faded down to nothing. Arthur had risen up out of the furs untouched by morning before, with a spring in his step that left Erron a little envious deep down, especially on account of all the trudging around in the snow on sore legs after a real animal afterward. Exertion hadn't never done him wrong though, not really, not when his mind would otherwise have gotten to racing like some kind of overbred high-strung horse.

In the absence of Arthur, he chewed his own lips instead, his brow drawn tight with the concentration it took just to keep a steady rhythm into his own fist. Arthur felt good pressed up against him, the rigid column of his shaft slotting in right alongside him like they belonged that way. More than that though, the silk smooth sensation of the head of Arthur's cock nudging up against the bundle of nerves just underneath the crown set the base of his spine to tingling.

"I'll give you somethin' to remember," Erron murmured into the thick cord of muscle in the side of Arthur's neck and adjusted his grip to gently roll them from side to side instead.