Legends of The Wild, Wild West (Arthur Morgan x John Marston)

Sweat (SMUT)

**WARNING: GRAPHIC.**
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Arthur made his way to John who was leaning on the table and grabbed his face and began smashing his lips.
John wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck and kissed him back passionately.
Arthur then carried him by the thighs and threw him on the bed while kissing him, knocking their cowboy hats on the wooden floor.
They pulled apart briefly to breathe.

John threw his shoes on the floor and laid on the bed, then Arthur laid on top of him kissing his lips and biting them while unbuttoning his shirt. John's heavy breaths made Arthur go faster until his shirt was gone in a matter of seconds.
Arthur went down and began kissing and licking John's abs. He planted his nails on John's ass while kissing and licking his stomach, doing down until he reached his belt.
Arthur looked up at John with his dreamy blue eyes, "Can I?"
To which John nodded and whispered, "please."

Arthur unbuckled his belt, and before he knows it, John Marston was completely naked under him.
Arthur looked down at John's throbbing member that was fully erect and smirked. He had no idea he had such an effect on the man.
Arthur looked up at John and put two fingers in his mouth, coating them in his own saliva, and then inserted them slowly into John's hole.
John's eyes widened and he let out a moan of both pain and pleasure.
He kept pulling out and back in again, watching as John's body was trembling in lust with every move.
John's moans were getting louder and more intense, and by then Arthur knew he was ready.

Arthur took his shirt off and carried John's lean body, slamming his back on one of the cheaply decorated walls.
He began biting his neck, with John's legs wrapped around him.
They both wanted this. They both needed this.
Arthur then undid his pants and spat in his hand to use as a makeshift lube for what's about to come.

He shoved his hard member inside John, literally lifting him up in the process.
"Oh god.."
John let out a scream. He really had no idea what he was in for when he rented this room.

Arthur kept going in and out, and John moaning with every thrust.
With every hit, a piece of decor was knocked off of the wall they were slamming against.
The pace kept getting quicker and quicker, and John kept biting on Arthur's neck to stop himself from screaming any louder.
Arthur hit a certain spot that made John shiver and arch his back against the wall and moan in pleasure.
"Ah shi-" Said Arthur breathlessly right before releasing, and John followed soon after.

Arthur carried John back to bed, bridal style, and laid next to him resting his head on his chest.
John played with Arthur's golden hair and admired him while they were catching their breaths.
John has seen Arthur naked many times before, but never like this. Never in his arms, too.
His body was covered in bruises and little scars that he's collected over the years as an outlaw, and John loved each one of them.
The sweat on top glazed everything with a glittery dreamy effect.

Arthur lit a cigarette and took a drag,
"Well... that was something.." Arthur says to his lover pulling him back to reality.
"Certainly..." replied John, looking at their discarded clothes on the floor and grabbing the cigarette from Arthur.
"I think we should go back to camp soon.." said Arthur, looking up at John.
"Yeah, me too.. only problem is, I don't think I can feel my legs at the moment." Said John shyly.
Arthur chuckles and holds him tighter,
"it's okay, pretty boy. Let's stay here for a while."

Boy, was Arthur glad that man at the saloon intimidated him.