Arthur found injuries varied in how long they lasted. For the more serious, they instantly began to heal, for something like what Erron was trying to mark him with, would likely last until tomorrow at the least. It also took a lot to exhaust him, but when he was, he recovered with a decent night’s sleep.

Years later he was still figuring this sort of thing out about himself. But at least now he could figure it somewhere more comfortable than in the snow.

He clutched at the older man, holding tight to him, nails biting his shoulder and back as Erron stroked them together. A thin line of precum began to dribble from the tip of his own cock, making the other’s hand wet with it.

“Ah...Erron...” he groaned, pulling back enough to kiss him again.