There was something oddly intimate in the moment that Erron hadn't never experienced with any other man before. The last time he'd brought himself off like this with another man there hadn't been no kissing nor even a proper embrace; they'd just huddled up close to one another and done their best not to make any unseemly eye contact. It'd been the dead of winter out on the plains then, their labored breath white plumes of steam as they stared out over each other's shoulders, hollow-eyed and impersonal.
Arthur kissed him like he meant it, like it weren't just scratching an itch in the absence of nothing and no one else more worth his while for miles, and something about that made Erron ache.
He smothered the sudden and unexpected tension in his face against Arthur's cheek, out of sight but not entirely out of mind, the rhythm of his hand stuttering briefly around them. There was nothing impersonal about none of it between them, and that was about as thrilling as it was unnerving. He reckoned that was why a groan came guttering out of him regardless, discomfited as he'd been, caught out at the crossroad of conflicting instincts.
Arthur had let him touch him with abandon before; long caressing strokes of the palms of his hands along the length of his bare body, tucked up and dozing in the dying firelight. Erron didn't know why, exactly, he chose to lean into the ache 'til it started feeling good in the end. It felt good kissing his way down Arthur's cheek to the corner of his panting mouth, the circle of his hand slippery with their desire while the other slid down from the back of the chair to touch.
"Christ..." Arthur's skin was softer than Erron could have ever imagined; that, too, had been something he'd learned that night, but he was more daring this time around. He swept the pad of his thumb across one of Arthur's nipples just to see, just to feel it tighten up before slipping down and over the curve of his hip to squeeze a handful of his ass.
"Touch yerself here too? Thinkin' of me?" His voice was unsteady where his hands were not, shameless and unwary, middle and ring fingers delving down between Arthur's cheeks to rub at his hole. Erron had thought to quickly wet the palm of the other with his tongue and then gather them back up again, but found himself lingering a while on the taste of them together instead.
erron both likes *and* dislikes yearning for basic human affection
Arthur kissed him like he meant it, like it weren't just scratching an itch in the absence of nothing and no one else more worth his while for miles, and something about that made Erron ache.
He smothered the sudden and unexpected tension in his face against Arthur's cheek, out of sight but not entirely out of mind, the rhythm of his hand stuttering briefly around them. There was nothing impersonal about none of it between them, and that was about as thrilling as it was unnerving. He reckoned that was why a groan came guttering out of him regardless, discomfited as he'd been, caught out at the crossroad of conflicting instincts.
Arthur had let him touch him with abandon before; long caressing strokes of the palms of his hands along the length of his bare body, tucked up and dozing in the dying firelight. Erron didn't know why, exactly, he chose to lean into the ache 'til it started feeling good in the end. It felt good kissing his way down Arthur's cheek to the corner of his panting mouth, the circle of his hand slippery with their desire while the other slid down from the back of the chair to touch.
"Christ..." Arthur's skin was softer than Erron could have ever imagined; that, too, had been something he'd learned that night, but he was more daring this time around. He swept the pad of his thumb across one of Arthur's nipples just to see, just to feel it tighten up before slipping down and over the curve of his hip to squeeze a handful of his ass.
"Touch yerself here too? Thinkin' of me?" His voice was unsteady where his hands were not, shameless and unwary, middle and ring fingers delving down between Arthur's cheeks to rub at his hole. Erron had thought to quickly wet the palm of the other with his tongue and then gather them back up again, but found himself lingering a while on the taste of them together instead.