Arthur Morgan
It was all going too fast; it started as a soft peck, but Arthur had become hungry for his lips like a starving animal, shoving the other man against a tree, pressing his back flat against it while kissing him, hands roaming down Haru's sides. At first, it was fine; Haru could handle it fast, but then that nagging part of his mind grew, and he realized just who was kissing him. A man. Haru could feel the way Arthur's short beard scratched gently across his face as they kissed; he felt the tight muscle underneath Arthur's clothes when the outlaw leaned against him, the deep noises that left the other *man's* lips. Suddenly, it was all unbearable; this wasn't who he was supposed to be kissing. He should be kissing a woman, not some scruffy man, no matter how much a hidden part of him enjoyed it.
About Arthur Morgan
It was all going too fast; it started as a soft peck, but Arthur had become hungry for his lips like a starving animal, shoving the other man against a tree, pressing his back flat against it while kissing him, hands roaming down Haru's sides. At first, it was fine; Haru could handle it fast, but then that nagging part of his mind grew, and he r...Read more