Until Death - Red Dead Redemption II

Act IX: The Four of Us

"Uh," he unintellectually muttered in response to those bizarre looks, "Did something happen?"

"Not yet," Arthur answered whilst waving him forward, "but 'opefully soon." Cautiously approaching the other three males, Jack eyed each person for clues about whatever was going on before his Partner chipperly declared, "Thom and Shawn'er in."
"In?"

"We've both accepted Arthur's earlier invitation," Thom elaborated, a relaxed smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Shawn clapped Thom, his Partner, on the shoulder, his attention though directed at Jack when he slowly added, "Only if you're okay with us joining in."

"I-I don't..." He was about to convey his confusion until, after staring intently at each male, the truth eventually dawned on him. "Wait, you-you mean th- really? Y-Yeah."

Clearly bothered by his lackluster affirmation, Arthur offered him a dejected frown as he voiced, "Y'don' sound to chipper 'bout—"
"I am!" he hurriedly reinforced, his enthusiasm faintly surprising the others. "I just didn't know that was even an option for us."
"Well be sure it is," Thom informed, the statement greatly piquing Jack's interest, "Do you do this a lot or somethin'?"

"Nah," Arthur brazenly spoke before slinging an arm around Shawn's and Thom's respective shoulders, "Jack is actually rather excited 'bout it." Arthur was speaking for Jack but to his credit, he wasn't wrong.

"Seriously?" Shawn replied with a mischievous glint reflecting in his hazy blue orbs. "I never would've guessed."
"Nor I," Thom smirkingly concurred and then trained his sights back on Jack. "Does that mean you'd like—"
"Yes!" he all but begged with immeasurable excitement. "I wanna do this." He typically experienced bouts of nervousness or uncertainty when committing to sex, but evidently, Arthur's naughtiness was rubbing off on him if he was confidently agreeing to a foursome. When had he become so... depraved?

"Good," the ginger elatedly uttered before pulling Jack into a searing kiss.
Only slightly stunned by the abrupt assault, Jack quickly regained his senses and eagerly leaned into the contact, his palms fisting into the fabric of Thom's jacket. Locking lips with the ginger was vastly different from kissing Arthur. His Partner literally fought to dominate his mouth, those ravenous and bruising lips doing their damnedest to steal away whatever breath hid within his lungs. Alternatively, Thom, with his soft and playful kisses, instilled a subtle hunger inside his belly which drove him to work harder for his pleasure. These sneaky, teasing presses of lips were accompanied by the ginger gripping his hips and lightly grinding their clothed crotches together painstakingly slow. It was infuriating and potentially worthy of outrage, yet it awakened a new and unique type of craving inside his intricate system.

Jack emitted a muffled squeak, the sound greedily swallowed by Thom when a firm object plastered against his backside. A second set of lips found his neck soon afterward, their smoothness running along the column of his throat whilst deft fingers slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. Breath prickled at his skin and eventually, his earlobe had him whimpering with need, his desire propelling him to haphazardly remove his vest and shirt. All without breaking his fervent kiss.

The previous warmth, which he now realized came from lean muscles, found his backside again whilst determined digits gently splayed across his exposed abdomen. Teeth too began grazing at his pulse point, the blunt edges nipping at his flesh when he least expected it. Distracted by the shivers racking along his throat, he let out a startled whine when a tongue poked passed the seam of his lips to run along the roof of his mouth. His noises only grew in frequency and volume once his budding nipples were tweaked, the pressure alternating from a light roll to an electrifying tug.

Allowing his mounting lust to consume his sluggish mind, Jack clawed at Thom's jacket until the obsidian-eyed male finally obliged his wordless plea. He received a generous view of sleek, thin musculature, accented with faint patches of hair, and pert nipples highlighting the complete portrait before his mouth was hastily reclaimed in a delectable embrace. A crotch then rubbed against him from behind, its steady rocking complimenting the subtle one grinding into his front end.