Every Last One Of Them - Red Dead Redemption II

Act Three - Skin On Skin

Arthur, not being able to hold back, brushed his lips over Hugh's jaw and then to his neck, shocking Hugh out of his head like electricity. Hugh clenched his fists together, unsure of what to do. Words were lost on Hughie and, against his better judgment, he planted his boozy lips onto Arthur.

It was the best impulsive decision he ever made.
Arthur's lips were full and soft, and Hugh instantly wrapped his hands around Arthur's neck. The blonde boy immediately took the lead in the kiss, pulling him in close, and caressing his hip. The way their lips seemed to slot so perfectly together made the world seem too slow, the air around them growing still. Nothing else mattered in that moment but them.

When Hugh finally parted from Arthur, both trying to catch their breath, he had a good five seconds to breathe before Arthur moved in to attack his neck with kisses. He sucked the skin into his mouth, rapidly marking up his pale neck with bruises.

It's like he wanted to mark up Hugh for everyone to see, so everyone knows who he belonged to. The brunette shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin. Arthur started to lightly nip his neck, before soothing it with his lips.

Arthur was relentless, alternating between nipping, sucking, and licking until Hugh had to cover his mouth- to avoid the embarrassing noises he was producing. However, Arthur roughly ripped his hand off his mouth and placed it on the ground. Arthur groaned low and deep as Hugh gripped his fingers in his hair, not letting go until Hugh's neck was covered with his teeth marks and bruises.

The next time they kissed, Arthur easily lifted Hugh into his lap, and Hugh yelped in surprise. A small and genuine smile showed on his face, so small that only Hugh was close enough to see it, as he traced Hugh's bottom lip like he was touching the petal of a flower.

Like magnets, they came together but this time the kiss was more desperate and filthy, Arthur biting Hugh's lip for entrance and the brunette wanting more with every slide of their tongues. They ravaged each other like animals, and Hugh felt the growing bulge in Arthur's trousers tighten even more as they kissed. Hugh's own trousers were getting tight, and it felt like it would burst at any moment. He wanted more from Arthur, so much more than what they were doing.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that," He murmured, repeatedly pressing small chaste kisses on Hugh's bitten lips. Hugh furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his mind clearing up from the haziness. Arthur was always with Mary, and those two made perfect sense. Mary's mouth-dropping beauty with Arthur's handsomeness. Of course, Arthur would love her, Mary was beloved by practically everyone, even prudish old men.

Maybe Hugh would have liked her too. If she wasn't Arthur's partner. But it didn't work out that way.

Perfect, pretty Mary, who somehow managed to woo Arthur and even get him to propose. Fury burned in Hugh's core, the thought that after this Arthur would go back to pretending they were only housemates, best buds at most. Arthur will go and eventually date Mary again, it was inevitable.

Arthur throws his head back, moaning softly as Hugh drags his nails down Arthur's chest. Arthur groans Hugh's name in his ear, like Hugh is some higher power.

Arthur holds Hugh under his thighs and stands up, lifting Hugh with him. He walks towards the hut, chuckling when Hugh grips his neck so tight that Arthur almost can't breathe. He finally lets Hugh down when they make it to the floor-based tree house, laughing even more when Hugh stumbles a bit after.

"Uh, Arthur?" Arthur stopped mid-way pulling off his shirt, pulling it back down.
"Yeah?" Hugh was staring at the floor, fidgeting with his hands. A smile grew on Arthur's face when he realized Hugh was nervous. Hugh was so endearing, he was like breathing fresh air in the South after breathing polluted New York air for years. Arthur softly grabbed Hugh's hand, squeezing slightly for comfort.