Until Death - Red Dead Redemption II

Act XXVIII: This is Us

Jack and Arthur were alone for once, John, Sean, and Karen had gone into town to grab some drinks. And while Jack about said yes, a sensual look from Arthur made him change his mind.

Arthur waved him inside the house after the others left, sitting him down on the floor upstairs. He'd laid out a blanket, candles too, some whiskey, and a card. And they say romance is dead?
"What's all this?" Jack asked,
"I ain't one for romancin' but I wanted to do somethin' special." Jack smiled, picking up the card, "Don't open that yet. Wait till yer alone." Arthur smiled, the blush on his cheeks was adorable. Seeing him try to do something he's simply not interested in. He much rather go at it in a muddy puddle than this sappy shit.

Jack wasn't necessarily into sappy romantic things either, it was more just seeing Arthur really try was so endearing.

Jack nodded, setting the card aside as he handed Arthur a cigarette.
"Need a match?" Jack asked,
"I got one." Arthur fishes his matches out of his bag and settles the cigarette between his lips, twisting it slowly to get an even burn. He puffs quickly to get it going, then takes a long, deep, drag to fill his lungs with smoke.
"As good as it's meant to be?"
"Oh yeah." He offers it to Jack, and he accepts. Taking a drag off of it before handing it back over.

Jack knew exactly what Arthur was looking for, and he wanted the same thing. Why else would he have the oil sat nearby? He's also not wearing a union suit. Nothing under his clothes which was obvious but the way his nipples showed through his shirt. It was arousing, to say the least.

The pair then sit quietly, Arthur enjoying his smoke, and Jack enjoying his partner's company. Even more so he enjoys watching his lips close around the cigarette, his cheeks hollowing as he puffs. "You know, Arthur, you look good with that in yer mouth."
Arthur coughs. "Look, hot stuff. All those months of missin' and craving ya have me goin' wild." He kneels in front of Arthur so his stare has to be met. "Nothing else can compare."
Jack's attention is a profound mix of flattering and frightening; his emotions are honest and raw, yet Arthur feels much more exposed than he does. Like hunted prey, caught, as Jack crawls forward over him.

Throughout their relationship, Jack's gotten more and more aggressive during sex in the way he's no longer coy. He tells Arthur how he wants it and takes it how he wants to. Much different from a woman, sex with them feels too emotional. At least in his experience.

The cigarette is taken from his grasp and flung behind Jack's back.
"I still want to kill you sometimes. Of course I do. Just rip you open and... devour you. All of you, Morgan. Every last bit." His voice rumbles through Arthur. "But the urge, the need to devour you this way is much, much stronger."
Arthur swallows hard, noticing how much he's salivating, like a dog.

Jack's hand slides down his front, grabs a fistful of his shirt, and yanks it from where it's tucked into his pants. He pops open the bottom few buttons and spreads the shirt apart; Arthur's skin eagerly awaits his touch. "I've been thinking about you, too." He admits in a whisper.
"Oh, I knew that. I want specifics."
"A lotta the time I've been wishing I could shove my dick in your mouth to shut you up."
"Ooh!" Jack chuckles madly. "That's not all, is it, cowboy?"
"Nope," Arthur confirms, but doesn't elaborate.
"While that does sound like a lotta fun, I want to show ya what's been on my mind." His fingers hover at Arthur's waistline, where he's swelling underneath.
"You gonna get to it? Or are we just talkin' here?" Jack holds his gaze and Arthur stares back, challenging him. He accepts, sits up and relishes what's before him, half-exposed and half-hard, willing him to finally have what he's missed for nearly four months, and what he thought he'd never have again.
"Turn around. On your damn hands."
Arthur twists, one hand bracing against the cold floor while the other fumbles to pull his pants and undergarments down his thighs. Jack's grabbing and squeezing at his asscheeks right away.
"Shit, Arthur, how's it fair a big man like you's got such a sweet ass?"
"I ain't feel very big right now."
He hears Jack laugh to himself and spit loudly. "This will help." He abruptly squeezes two fingers into Arthur's backside.
Morgan tries to gasp but he's breathless. "Christ, boy!" He strains with fists clenched and knuckles white.
"Did ya think I'd go easy on you? Ya know, I might if you ask me real, real nice." He whispers.
"Yeah... damn you."
"Good. It's more fun making you squirm." He turns his wrist and forces deeper, and his saliva doesn't do much at all to ease the intrusion. His head dips down to spit again, directly on target, where he spreads his fingers apart to open Arthur up for his tongue.
"Goddamn." Arthur rasps. It's such an obscenely wet and warm invasion, and it's so wrong, and that only makes it better. It pushes in as far as it will go, swirling one way, and then the other, all the while his fingers scissor and curl where his tongue can't quite reach. He gathers all his spit and lets it slowly drip down, inside Arthur and onto his own fingertips, before reluctantly he slips his tongue out, and Arthur immediately aches for its return.