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"Fuck– Breed me."
It were those words that made the air still around them, that made Arthur's breath catch in his own chest as he stared up at his significant other. They had been together for a while already, five months and twenty days to be exact, knowing another for little less than half a year.
Charles had joined the gang as one of the last, being the newest member beneath them all. Forgetting Micah, which Arthur had no problem to do.
They had been a match made in heaven, completing each other in a way Arthur had never seen before. He had found his soulmate in him, not questioning his affection and love towards the younger man in the slightest. Arthur trusted him, wholeheartedly. He wanted to share everything with him, his every waking and breathing moment, until fate finally caught up with him and took him out of his life.
It had come naturally to them, being intimate with one another. Surely, there had been hesitation on Arthur's part, a certain shyness about admitting to who he truly was. It had never felt forced or rushed with Charles, however, the man always making him feel as loved and safe as could be.
Who was to blame him for getting caught up in his own head like this, then? For getting lost in the moment maybe a little too much, asking for something that would only make both their lives considerably harder.
"Arthur," Charles took in a deep breath, his motions slowing before stopping altogether, his cock buried deep within Arthur's wet cunt. They had been at it for a while already, Arthur losing track of time between Charles's relentless thrusting, his sex sensitive from over-stimulation. He couldn't help himself, though, wanting more and more when it came to the other man, utterly debauched now where he laid beneath him.
"You know I can't," he added quietly, his cock still sheathed hot and hard within Arthur, who purposely squeezed down around him, whimpering and inching forward with his hips. "We shouldn't– risk that." Arthur should've expected him to say that, should've expected his loved one to be the responsible and reasonable one as always. But in this moment, he didn't particularly care for the consequences, rather craving something that might be too dangerous for him to consider.
"Please-" he looked up at the other with as pleading a stare as he could muster, his blue eyes bleary from the pleasure that had enveloped him before. "Want you," Arthur started gyrating his hips, delighting in the pinched expression upon Charles's face, his brow knit in concentration as he tried not to give in to the alluring release. "Wanna feel you–" his words were cut short, a small whine slipping past his lips when the other man pulled back all at once, his cock slipping from Arthur's needy hole.
He clenched around the emptiness, biting down on his lower lip. There was nervousness in his gaze now, a certain fear of having overstepped a line, of going too far with the cravings he held deep within himself.
Charles's hand upon his thigh lessened his worries, however, his thumb softly running over the curve of his muscle, caressing him as tenderly as he always did when it was time to calm down.
"Do you want a child?" He asked, seriously, looking impossibly earnest even to Arthur's lust-ridden brain. The sight was enough to sober him up, his words only sinking in slowly, though he showed his reaction all too readily.
Arthur shook his head almost immediately, opening his mouth to offer an explanation, some way to justify the therefore empty words he had spoken. "It– I just..." he grasped for the words within his head, finding trouble to shape coherent sentences.
Charles remained patient despite his struggle, keeping up the tender touches; a gentle reassurance that he wasn't planning to up and leave suddenly, not visibly opposed to the idea Arthur had spoken about.
"Wanna make you a part of myself," Arthur eventually mumbled, his cheeks glowing red and hot, more so than they had before. He didn't know the exact reason for risking something as monumental as pregnancy, seeing his own recklessness rather vividly. There was still no way to dismiss the feelings within his chest, as he had carried them for too long to bear on his own any longer. He had wanted Charles to fill him the first time already, biting down on the pleas that time, too shy yet to let him see this side of himself.
Arthur wasn't a woman. No matter if his parts said otherwise. He couldn't carry a child, even if he had the physical capability, knowing that the mere reality of a human growing inside of him would break him inwardly. There had been times he's been closer to that than he'd like to admit, times where his partners hadn't been as considerate as Charles was now, easily ignoring the peculiar situation he was in; as an outlaw born with woman's parts, a lady hiding in men's breeches.
Charles seemed to catch onto the conflict within his head, his soothing motions continuing until he finally slid his hand up his side, leaning down to plant a kiss against Arthur's forehead. "I understand," he said quietly, running his fingers through the other man's golden hair.
There wasn't another word spoken for a while, Charles simply kneeling in front of him, still hard but not minding that at the moment, only trying to ensure that Arthur would be as comfortable as could be.
He planted another few kisses to his face, kissing his brow, nose and cheek, nuzzling against the skin. "We can try something, if you like," he whispered gently, sitting back on his heels while his hand returned to Arthur's thigh. Charles didn't touch his leaking cunt, merely looking at him in consideration.
The air within the room was cool, both of them using a hotel for their night out, preferring the comfort of a bed to that of the forest ground. While it had it's appeal, a bedroom seemed to suit them better, Charles and Arthur both inclined to love each other how they deserved to be loved.
Arthur remained quiet for a charged few seconds, chewing at the inside of his cheek. He eventually pushed himself onto his elbows, planning to ask Charles what he was thinking of. But he didn't need to raise his voice again.
"Have you ever had something here?" Arthur hadn't noticed his wandering hand, inhaling sharply at the feeling of the pad of a finger pressing against his asshole. He bit down on his lower lip, shook his head. "Would you like to try?" Charles asked softly, dragging his fingers up and through Arthur's slit, making him gasp at the sudden contact.
He contemplated the offer for a while, knowing that if he said 'no' the both of them would move on as if nothing had ever happened. They would keep loving another like they always had, and while that wasn't a bad thing, Arthur felt eager for more - Not for a step as life-changing as getting impregnated, but something different, something that would scratch the itch that had become near unbearable to him over the last weeks and months.
"Yes," he eventually answered, looking back up at Charles, his expression shy but certain. He didn't plan to second-guess himself, and even though the heat between them had simmered down for the moment, Arthur knew it was soon to reawaken. Charles's lips meeting his own only furthered his certainty, the other's light smile not passing him by as he coated his fingers in Arthur's slick to tend to his nub.
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It didn't take long for Arthur to reach another mind-numbing height of pleasure, his thighs trembling as slick dribbled down his ass, running down his skin to stain the sheets beneath him. He had cried out at Charles's unyielding attention to his nub, the man's fingers not faltering or letting up, dragging out his pleasure as Arthur kept gasping for air. The coil in his stomach had only gotten tighter, anticipation turning him more excited than ever before. And even though he was only coming down from his last orgasm, he pressed his hips up and into the other man's touch, silently begging for more.
"That's it, sunshine," Charles whispered, leaning in to press his lips to Arthur's temple, his touch disappearing from his core. "I have to prepare you," he continued, barely pulling away to look through the bedside drawer, remaining close by his significant other's side. He found a bottle of snake oil, courtesy of the establishment they had chosen for the night.
Arthur's eyes zeroed in on the bottle, a light lump shaping within his throat. He had never tried to please himself in the way Charles now suggested, had never gone as far on his own, afraid it would hurt, afraid it was dirty. The other man didn't seem to hold such worries, however, positioning himself between Arthur's legs after nudging his knees further apart.
"You tell me if something's uncomfortable." Arthur had barely managed a nod as Charles dipped his head lower, burying his nose in Arthur's golden curls to attach his lips to his clit. He yelped, still impossibly sensitive from his last orgasm, the sensation almost too much now that Charles wanted him to feel it all over again. Arthur remained brave nonetheless, trying to distract himself from his nervousness by the other's skilled sucking.
"Ch--Charles-" he gasped, the man slipping two fingers into his cunt, gathering slick as he crooked and rocked them, making Arthur curve his spine and wreathe beneath him. "Don't– Don't stop, please." His body was flooded by warmth, pleasure coursing through his veins as if he hadn't reached his peak several times before.
He took another shaken breath, throwing his head back into the pillow, Charles's fingers and mouth wandering lower, away from familiar territory. The man kissed and nibbled at his folds, tongue dipping into his hole for a brief moment, barely deep enough to be noticeable, his hot breath following his trail without error. Arthur was whimpering again, his hips canting upwards to show his eagerness to him. After all, he was curious, wanting to continue where they had stopped only minutes before.
"Oh God," Arthur's mouth stood open when Charles had finally reached his destination, inches from his other hole, the tight ring of muscle clenching involuntarily at the unfamiliar attention. He felt Charles's stare more than he saw it, his eyes shut tightly in embarrassment, his senses heightened by the lack of visual input.
Charles kissed his hole once and twice, uncapping the snake oil to pour some onto his fingers. His tongue met Arthur's skin earlier than his digits, lapping at his puckered entrance gently, the hum that left his lips vibrating throughout Arthur's entire body. He released another sigh, squirming his hips lightly, though he had no intention to pull away. It felt oddly pleasant, good when fingers started teasing at his hole, mingling his own slick with the artificial one from the tube.
"Is this okay?" Charles asked softly, propped up upon an elbow when Arthur finally gazed down at him, his eyes caring and admiring, long black hair mussed where it fell onto his shoulders. Arthur almost felt sorry for messing it up like this, finding Charles incredibly beautiful with his strands hanging loose though not even their disheveled state could change anything about that.
"Yeah," was his breathless reply, his hips squirming down in an encouraging manner. "You can– please go on." His eyes were big and bright, heated with desire and lust. He wanted this more than anything, the prospect of Charles soon cumming inside of him arousing like nothing else.
The man didn't need further encouragement, leaning down again to press an open-mouthed kiss to Arthur's hole, his tongue slowly worming it's way inside as he worked in a finger alongside it.
"Oh–" He couldn't keep his mouth closed yet again, his eyes fluttering shut at the foreign sensation. It didn't hurt like he had feared, the sensation more of a stretch that needed getting used to, Charles's nimble tongue ensuring that his entrance opened up nicely.
Charles hummed against him again, kissing his way up Arthur's folds, moving on to his nub in determination. His lips latched around it again, sucking in earnest as another finger disappeared in Arthur's ass, sinking deeper than he had thought possible with the aid of the lubricant.
His hips jerked uselessly into the touch, closer to Charles's mouth, to his fingers - bucking back and forth as he couldn't choose what he wanted more of.
He heard a chuckle, a deep and throaty sound that sent a shiver through the entirety of his body. Charles was staring at him when he risked a glance, his dark eyes piercing Arthur's own the moment their gazes locked. He was eating him up with nothing but a look, relishing in the sounds of enjoyment he could elicit from his significant other, in his pliant and eager body beneath him. The fire behind his gaze was undeniable, only burning hotter after Arthur's initial plea.
Arthur opened his mouth, moaning wholeheartedly when Charles began moving his fingers at a more relentless pace than before, seemingly aware of pleasure spots Arthur has had no idea about before. He didn't let that stop him, however, keeping their gazes interlocked as Charles lifted his head from his cunt, his chin glistening with slick.
"Fuck me," he gasped, the fingers within him not enough to satisfy him, Arthur needing more and more; needing Charles and his seed. "Please– Fill me up."
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"Arthur-" Charles's voice was more of a growl, a rumbling sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest. It could've very well been a warning, his lover's composure slipping as he pulled his fingers from Arthur's hole, flipping him around and onto his stomach in the blink of an eye.
Arthur didn't waste any time, lifting his hips despite the tremble in his legs, presenting his backside to the other man fully, unashamed and trusting in his motions. He knew that Charles only wanted his best, and right now, he wanted to grant him a fulfilling release more than anything else. The other had waited for him all this time, after all.
Charles's hand moved to push Arthur's shoulders into the mattress, making him curve his spine even more than he had before. Another deeply aroused sound left his lips, his free hand coating his erection with the oil he had used to prepare Arthur just moments ago. His hole was gaping for him, because of him; the older man's cunt already well-used by the fucking they had done for the last hour or so. Charles couldn't help but sheath his cock deep within it for a second, getting another taste of Arthur's tight velvet walls, his slick overflowing and dripping onto the sheets beneath him.
He groaned, bucking his hips once and twice, coating his cock in Arthur's juices to get it more slippery. The last thing he wanted was for his significant other to be in pain, planning to make this moment as special as could be.
"You ready, sunshine?" He asked, draped above the older man's back as he positioned his cock properly, aligning it to the tight hole he had yet to explore.
"Yeah- yes, c'mon–" Arthur was clearly impatient, pressing his cheek into the pillow beneath him, breathing deeply to keep himself as relaxed as possible. It wasn't long until Charles's tip prodded at his entrance, his hips slowly pushing forward until it finally popped inside.
A groan fell from Arthur's lips, mirrored by a similar sound from Charles's throat. He stilled all at once, allowing Arthur to get used to the intrusion, not even fully inside him but feeling the tightness of his walls nonetheless.
It took a while until he could push further inside, Arthur gradually getting used to the stretch, his muscles relaxing around the thick shaft of his lover. His girth couldn't be compared to the fingers beforehand, nearly too much when he bottomed out completely, his balls resting against Arthur's wet slit.
"M-Move." They had both waited long enough by now, the pleasure in Arthur's gut near unbearable at this point, Charles's balls feeling heavy where they were pressed against his sensitive skin.
He pulled back slowly, Arthur feeling every inch of his length as it dragged against his inner walls, the pleasure impossibly delicious. His cunt clenched in vain, the fullness of his ass only making him more aware of the emptiness there, a whine leaving his lips when Charles thrust back into him all at once. The air was knocked out of his lungs right away, his lover picking a steady but strong rhythm from the beginning, holding onto his hips to pull him back with every languid stroke.
"This what you wanted?" Charles asked, breathless, his eyebrow knit in concentration. But Arthur couldn't see that from his position either way. "Bein' bred like a bitch in heat?" He bucked deeper into him, eliciting a cry of pleasure, Arthur's toes curling at the overwhelming sensations. The other's words made his head spin, made him nod without thinking about it twice. It was all he had wanted, all he had wished for when he had asked the man to really claim him as his own.
Charles loosened his grasp on Arthur's hips, one hand snaking around his waist to find his core, fingers pressing down on his nub. "You're such a good boy for me," he cooed, snapping his hips harder, certain that Arthur had grown used to the feeling by now. He had certainly adapted, no longer feeling any sort of discomfort, overcome by desire and need.
His hips moved back onto Charles's cock on their own, eagerly impaling himself time and time again whilst the man played with his clit. "I bet you want more," he whispered, hot and low, resting more of his weight on Arthur's back, his knees on either side of Arthur's own. He drove his cock into him like his life depended on it, his fingers dipping down to slip between Arthur's lower lips, finding his hole and pushing inside.
Arthur cried out again, feeling so full he feared he might burst, Charles's digits moving without hesitation, curling and crooking, ruthlessly stroking the tender spot within him.
His vision grew hazy and faint, the moans and cries from his lips increasing in volume. Charles was fucking both of his holes thoroughly, making sure he wasn't empty for a second as he matched the rhythm of his hand to that of his hips.
Pressure started to build in Arthur's lower abdomen, entirely different than the orgasms he's had before. His eyes started to water, legs growing weaker by the second. "Charles–" he felt like he was about to wet himself, his walls constricting against the man's cock and fingers both, hips helplessly trying to inch away.
He was shaking and crying, screaming out as the pleasure washed over him all too sudden, his cunt pulsing and leaking, a thin liquid gushing out of him and onto the sheets. His body gave little more than a couple more spasms, the fingers eventually disappearing from within him, wet and drenched, slipping when they dug into the skin of his hip again.
Charles was chasing his own pleasure by now, thrusts growing erratic and uncoordinated. "I'll fill you up, over'n over again," he muttered hoarsely, driving himself into Arthur's tight ass again and again, not caring that he was essentially fucking him into the mattress by now. "Make sure every drop stays inside of you," he moaned, thrusting as deep as he could go, stilling while his cock twitched and spilled into the other man's body.
His hips bucked forward a few times, a hearty groan leaving Charles's lips as he milked his orgasm as much as he could, Arthur squeezing around him and holding him tight.
-
Arthur had yet to catch his breath, fully sated and exhausted, his body limp where it had melted upon the mattress. Charles had eventually laid down on his back, still buried deep within him, his cock softening slowly. He didn't seem inclined to pull back any time soon, however, leaning onto his elbows to plant kisses to Arthur's shoulder blades and neck, nuzzling the spot behind his ear.
"You think we're done?" Charles asked with a low chuckle, his hand wrapping around Arthur's neck to make him tilt his head back. "Baby, I ain't finished with you yet," he murmured, kissing the corner of Arthur's mouth and cheek, his thumb grazing the curve of his lip. He rolled his hips experimentally, Arthur whining at the sensation of his cock moving within him again. "I'll keep fuckin' you 'til you're filled to the brim... until you can't take no more."
His cock hardened again, swelling inside Arthur's body, right where it belonged. He kissed Arthur properly this time, his hand wandering to hover above his nub. "You want that?" He asked against the man's lips, knowing that if he truly wasn't up for it, they could stop and retreat to sleep for the day.
Arthur didn't need to consider it for long, chasing the kiss while his hips tilted into the touch, a playful glint within his hazy eyes. "Nothin' I want more'n that," he mumbled, slipping his tongue into Charles's mouth as he purposely clenched around his length.
"You'll be the death of me," Charles groaned, though he easily started moving again, slower and more sensual than before.