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

"I want to feel what it's like" (SMUT)

**WARNING: GRAPHIC.**
A/n: I separated this chapter from the rest because it contains heavy smut, and not everyone is open to reading that.
So if you're here for it, enjoy. If not, skip to the next chapter. It won't affect the story. :)
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Arthur was sitting in bed next to John, until he made an undeniable request, and John was happy to oblige.
John grabbed Arthur and kissed him and sat himself on his lap, and Arthur embraced him and kissed him back.
The brunette started taking Arthur's famous blue shirt off, throwing it on the floor and revealing his man's chest and abs, he then started trailing kisses from his neck to chest, and moved on to unbuckling his old jeans.
Arthur held John's wrists to stop him, looked him in the eyes, and softly whispered "this time, I want you to have me. I want to feel what it's like."
John's eyes slightly widened and he nodded, whispering in his lips "I'll be gentle."

John then pushed Arthur on the bed, making him lie down on his back.
He got on top of him and continued to kiss, lick, and bite his neck and chest, while rocking his waist, lightly rubbing his member on his man's.
He could already feel the effect this had on Arthur, making him instantly hard. John was pretty much in control, and Arthur liked it.
Arthur started breathing heavily, releasing a few needy moans; nothing like John's ever heard before, which made him pick up the rhythm and rock him faster and faster.
Arthur touched John's back while he was on top of him, but John then held the blonde's arms on top of his head, asserting dominance.
"Turn around" John ordered, now unbuckling his own pants.
Arthur now was on all fours, while John tied his long hair back. He didn't want it to get in the way for what's about to happen next.
He then quickly spat in his hand and coated his penis with it, and then slipped it slowly inside Arthur.
"Motherfucker!" Arthur exclaimed as soon as John penetrated him.
"Shit, I'm sorry, should i-"
"No! Don't stop." Arthur bit his lip.

John began slowly thrusting into Arthur, hitting him in his sweet spot and making him moan with each hit. He could tell that this was definitely Arthur's first time being on the "receiving" end because he was so tight around his cock. He then started speeding, and bent on Arthur's back, biting his shoulder and piercing his back with his nails, as they both moaned together.
After a few more thrusts with some ooh's and ah's, John couldn't hold it in anymore and came inside Arthur, throwing his head back and breathed heavily. And in turn, Arthur immediately came all over the sheets.

John got off Arthur and laid next to him on his back, looking at the ceiling and trying to catch his breathe. Arthur quickly did the same.
After a couple minutes of them lying next to each glistening and naked in silence, John looked at Arthur. "so?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath.
"Holy shit." Arthur replied, still looking at the ceiling with his cheeks all red.
"What?" John sat up and asked in concern.
"John Marston, this was the best sex I've ever had in my goddamn life." Arthur replied, now looking at the man on top of him.
John grinned, "okay, okay, I know I'm good, but come on." He replied shyly.
"I'm serious. Only one problem, though."
"What?"
"You lied. You was not gentle." Arthur replied smiling.
John chuckled and kissed him on the forehead and rested his head on Arthur's chest.