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Arthur rode his horse toward a struggling town. He hoped for a trusting fool willing to hand out a bit of cheap information, or some old alpha desperate enough to blabber at the mere thought of a young pup bored enough to listen. You'd be surprised by how many times that tactic worked. Who knew all you need is a sweet milky scent, a willing ear, and a few spare minutes to just talk.
The place seemed kinda quiet. The bar sat right across the road from a police station, a poor setup for sure, but Arthur didn't mind he's not in spirits for a cold cell tonight. Trotting right up the front towards a fence post placed beside a barrel holding water, and securing Boadicea securely to it. Giving her a few pats before taking the first steps towards the double swinging doors.
With the entrance of the bar came an uncomfortable warmth that spread through his whole body. He'd been sparing a light fever for a few days now, so he thought nothing of it and stepped fully inside. It smelled like liqueur and cigarette smoke.
Arthur scanned the room for potential threats and fools of the like, seeing nothing he really liked had him waddling to the bar, lounging his arms on the slightly sticky surface and asking the bartender for a drink. He decided to just relax for tonight and worry about Dutch's nagging later, "no time like the present" and all that…
The first two drinks went down nice, it cooled his warming skin for a second and allowed him to breathe a little easier. The doors opened with a little squeak, barely audible against the heavily drunk man going at it on the piano. But there.
He didn't wanna look up, a little too busy with his third drink of the night, but taking a little sniff of the air. Just to be safe…
The scent was soft, almost feathery, but it lay heavy in the air. A deep spruce smell with an undertone of ….bison? Alpha and a bit strange, but not threatening.
The alpha, a man surely based on his heavy footsteps, walked to the bar, keeping a respectful distance from Arthur but not straying away from him.
Arthur decided after finishing his drink to take a little peek at the guy. He looked strong, with dark skin and longer hair than usual, A strong jawline, and wide shoulders. He looked half ready for a fight, which wasn't the dumbest idea based on the town they were in. The people, while looking friendly enough, pointedly all had weapons on them, ready and available if needed.
The guy asked for a drink and settled his elbows on the table, grimacing slightly at the texture of the wood. He seemed to catch Arthur looking and stared back, not talking, just looking. His eyes caught on something on Arthur's face, and he looked to be thinking about something, really fucking loudly.
Arthur chuckled slightly. "You ain't never held a straight expression in your life, ay?" The guy startled slightly, like he hadn't expected Arthur to be capable of speech. "Sorry," deep voice… He looked away, looking embarrassed.
"nah, ain't nothin' to b' shamed of, i know plenty folk shit at poker." The man looked up again, slightly offended, which made Arthur laugh."Name's Arthur." They shook hands awkwardly. "Charles Smith"
"Mr. Smith, good to meet you." Teasing this big dude in hindsight might not have been Arthur's best move, but watching him squirm slightly was well worth the risk. "Charles is fine..do you..come here often...?"
"First time asking a question? Just kidin ' nah, I'm just passing through. On my way back west." he stepped a little closer, for some reason, it kinda felt like taking a step closer to a big furry Bison."Oh"
That seemed to end the conversation for a little while, giving Arthur enough time to order another drink and down it before taking another step closer to Charles. "Do you come here often?" he knew the answer already, the pent-up shoulders and tightened muscles gave it away long ago. No shame in askin' though.
"No, I'm passing through as well. I was on my way towards another town, but my horse needed a break, and I'm not one for denying her." He seemed content to talk about his horse, it warmed something in Arthur's chest. "I get that, my girl ain't one for getting denied"
A warm sliver of something glided down Arthur's neck, and a demanding presence made itself known at his nose. This Charles guy really does smell quite nice, really nice actually. And nobody can say he's all that bad on the eye either.
"Wanna introduce me to her?" Charles lightly choked on his drink. "Sorry?" he put the back of his hand up to wipe his mouth, it made his arm flex. When did it get so hot in here? "Your horse, I mean." Arthur leaned his body on the bar with an elbow, he took a real close look at the man in front of him. He was broad, broader than he'd looked from the side. Not taller than Arthur, maybe even a little shorter. Arthur liked that.
Charles was blushing, a deep red coated his cheeks. His scent deepened a bit, and it hit Arthur that much harder, he felt the logical part of his brain taking a good long walk away from him."a-alright"
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" This is Boadicea." They took a quick stop outside the bar so Arthur could bring his horse over to wherever Charles' was located. He didn't really like introducing Boadicea to strangers, but somehow Charles seemed alright, kind at least. The man even gave her a snack and a little pat before gesturing for Arthur to follow him.
"I made a little campsite before leaving her, didn't want people thinking she was free resource." He was still blushing, walking faster than a normal pace and stuttering a little while speaking. It was adorable…
After walking for a little while, they came up to the edge of the forest where a little cot was placed on the ground along with the starting of a campfire and a gorgeous mare standing off to the side eating grass. She looked up as they approached and let out a happy little huff at her owner's return. She didn't seem all that interested in the strangers that followed him either, too occupied with eating.
"She's Taima." He patted her neck and reached out to take Boadicea's lead. Securing her to the same log Taima was on and letting them meet carefully. Arthur watched wordlessly as he patted Boadicea on the back a couple of times and turned to him.
Their eyes met, a deep brown meeting icy blue, and it kinda felt like something slotted into place inside Arthur. He didn't even realize he was moving before they were connected, lips pressed together, desperately searching for one another. Two hands moved to his hips and held him there, warm and steady. The contrast to the cooling night had Arthur shivering with need.
A deep want coiled in his stomach, and he tried to press closer only to be held back by the hands, still firmly slotted on his hips. "I want you. Let me closer," he tried to sound demanding, but it came out like a desperate plea. Charles moved his mouth from Arthur's and trailed them down his neck, leaving behind a hot trail of ghost touches.
"Please, Charles." The man grunted, pulling him closer and letting their hips meet. Arthur didn't gasp. It was a manly mewl, thank you very much…
Arthur's hands drifted up from having been on Charles' broad chest to being in his long dark hair, he pulled slightly, and Charles groaned. He pulled again, moving Charles' head from his neck to his abandoned mouth in a pathetic attempt at control. It didn't work, Charles moved his hands from his hips to the back of his knees and lifted him up.
They moved together towards the nearest tree, and as Arthur's back hit the bark, he moaned. loudly..
"shit.." Charles whispered against Arthur's open mouth. He held Arthur's thighs tighter, kneading the hard muscle till soft and slotting himself between them completely.
"Arthur, please, please." Hearing a grown man beg for him like this wasn't a daily occurrence for Arthur, and his head spun. A deep Scent of arousal consumed their little camp, but it wasn't the spruce and Bison that had been overwhelming Arthur all night. This was... something else.
It smelled of Leather and something sweet, along with... a strange, deer-like smell.. was that him? When he hadn't presented at 18 like Hosea said he would, it had just been assumed that he was a beta. As strange as it was, being his size, it wasn't all that uncommon. Plenty of betas didn't present. Most of them just went on with life after no heat or rut, as he had done.
Charles nosed at the side of his face, taking in the welcoming scent of Arthur. He grinded his hips up once to test the waters, and when Arthur let out a little noise, he decided to continue doing it. Fuck it. If all Arthur's second nature needed was a hot Alpha to actually awaken his lazy ass nature, then why the hell should he take that for granted?
He took a hand away from Charles' hair and quietly wandered it down, he didn't even think Charles realized what he was doing before he thrust up into a hand instead of Arthur's thigh. The moan that followed was deliciously deep, coming from a deep place at the bottom of Charles' throat. He kept going, speeding up a little to feel more.
Arthur could feel his size, it made something in his core leak. That had never happened before, what the hell. It didn't seem to bother Charles at all though, it honestly made him wilder. Like he could sense it or something. "Hmm." Charles buried his face in Arthur's neck, placing his mouth right on the gland placed there. It made Arthur jolt, his whole body heated up magnificently.
"Charles."
"Hmm?"
"I need these off, right now." he pulled at his shirt desperately, the heat was killing him. Charles, after a second of registration, hurried to the task. Starting off with Arthur's shirt, basically tearing it from his body like a wild animal. He threw it to the side and continued to his pants, they too were gone in seconds.
Now Arthur stood there naked against a tree, and wanting. Charles was pretty sure he drooled a bit before pulling off his own shirt and walking towards the other. Arthur noticed his form, no exaggerated muscle bumps like the guys in camp used to brag about, but a steady, strong collection of muscle built up through hard labor and constant strain.
Just the way Arthur liked, God, is this guy a dream or what.
The hungry look and hungrier touch assured him this wasn't a dream. This is reality, and Charles is right here ready for him however he wants it.
It started with a kiss, a lot softer than their first one. Arthur wanted to feel him before anything else, wanted to map out every scar and story marked over his body.
Steadily growing from soft to smouldering as their restraint reduced, Arthur's hands wandered, as did Charles ', and as their search came to a slow end, so did their patience. Charles directed them towards his cot, lying patiently on the ground. He led Arthur to lie down and kissed his way from his face down to his happy trail. The rough blond hair felt heavenly, rubbing against the man's chin, and as Charles went lower, so grew a deep feeling of wetness from between Arthur's inner thighs.
"Are you sure you want this?" Arthur almost couldn't answer in the anticipation of it all. He managed a small, whimpering yes before losing all sense of speech to the tongue that started lapping up the slick raining down his thighs.
Charles moved slowly, making sure to not miss a single spot. He wanted to enjoy every second of this, every sound and every feel. For as long as he was allowed. Arthur couldn't figure out where to place his hand, so he just took one handful of cot and another of Charles' hair. It unknowingly guided Charles deeper, and as the first contact came, so did a hard, needy mewl from Arthur.
His head flew back as Charles continued on, seeming to aim for whatever areas made Arthur speak the loudest. It made him dizzy. "Charles, Charles ugh!.. ple- please." He went deeper, lapping up every new drop of slick that left Arthur.
Arthur didn't see it coming, it felt almost like a shot. Suddenly everything became overwhelming , even the sounds of the horses grazing made his brain go wild, and his vision blanked out to white for a second. Charles was there when he came back to it, still hard at work taking every drop of what Arthur had just given him.
It drew out for minutes, silent except for the small mewls coming from Arthur as his thighs slowly let go of Charles, he must not have been able to breathe. Arthur hadn't even realized he had fastened them around his head in a death grip.
As the last few licks were completed, Charles finally submerged from his steady position at Arthur's crotch. Me moved like a shadow, swallowing Arthur up in a warm embrace that somehow didn't feel too warm, even though he was burning.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry I should have asked how-" Arthur kissed him, a deep kiss that ended in his hands finding their place in the man's long hair again. They stayed like that for a while, kissing and recovering. The night had shed a blanket over them hours ago, and the only light was the stars and the nearby town. Arthur could stay like this forever, cuddled up to Charles, warm and content.
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It didn't take long for Arthur to feel fully recharged and dishearteningly warm once again. He was burning. The only thing helping currently was Charles, his hands wandered Arthur's body aimlessly, searching for everything and nothing at the same time.
Arthur had begun nipping lightly at Charles' collarbone some time ago, it seemed to make the other a bit antsy. "Arthur, please, you're making it really hard to... be patient." he settled his hands on the small of Arthur's back and started caressing small circles there. It made Arthur preen at the touch.
"Then don't be." Charles took in a deep breath, it looked as if he was preparing himself to do something. Or say something…
"Will you let me..rut... you?" Arthur laughed out loud "Rut?" Charles grimaced. "i don't know what to call it, i want you. All. of you, if you'll let me, of course." Arthur blushed.
"Oh," Charles startled "it is absolutely alright if not, i will understand." Arthur wanted to kiss him again. Swallow him up and keep him forever. "I didn't mean - I, yeah, yes"
They looked at each other for a while, taking in one another in their state. Dirty, sweaty, and definitely smelly. Charles moved first, he placed his hand on the side of Arthur's face and directed him into a kiss. Slow and steady against hot and heavy. They fit together perfectly.
They moved together, getting Charles' pants fully off and preparing Arthur. He didn't really need it, but watching Charles watch him put a finger in, followed by another, changed something in Arthur's brain. Charles watched him carefully the whole way through, switching from staring down between Arthur's legs to looking deeply into his eyes, like he hung the moon.
When Arthur deemed he was ready, it was like a flash of heat, Charles crawled the meter that was between them and took Arthur's mouth to his own. He moved like a heavy man possessed, too busy kissing Arthur to make sure he himself was breathing.
He pumped himself a few times, absolutely not needed, but Arthur enjoyed it. Charles is big, bigger than Arthur, that's for sure, and a lot bigger than anything Arthur had tried before. Not that that was a lot, who knew being in a gang surrounded by parental figures would make having a sex life that hard.
Charles positioned himself while they both watched, and as the tip went in, it was like something clicked in Arthur again. He put his arms around Charles' neck as he slowly went in, the pull of it was more than enough to make Arthur moan out what could be Charles' name or just a string of profanity.
His head rolled back, and Charles saw the opportunity to start lapping at his neck again. The grunting coming from Charles switched a flick in Arthur's brain, and he could feel Charles entering him slowly. He finally bottomed out, and Arthur could finally breathe. The first thrust brought out another moan from Arthur, and as Charles started to move into a steady rhythm, it forced Arthur to actually hold onto the strong shoulders set in front of him.
Every thrust brought a wet noise from inside him, and every noise brought more slick, spilling out of him even with the dick placed firmly inside. It spread him open like a flower just bloomed, which is ridiculous because Arthur is a grown-ass man. There is nothing less flowery than him, but in this moment, the only feeling he had was Charles' strong shoulders beneath his grip and the strong thrusts that somehow became deeper and harder every time he went inside.
Charles searched for a while, until he found the spot inside Arthur that made him jolt every turn, and suddenly Arthur was drooling. Open mouth moaning at every thrust. Charles seemed to realize something Arthur didn't have enough brainpower to, and halted his assault on Arthur's prostate for a while. Just long enough to turn Arthur onto his front, where he positioned him ass up and thrust in again. Arthur could feel his guts welcoming Charles in ecstasy.
Arthur's drool pooled onto the cot as he was pushed into it more and more, he gripped the fabric for any semblance of support, his toes curled, confused about what to do, as he kept moaning. Not having a care in the world for who might be able to hear him. He was so warm. So full, but not full enough. Something was missing.
As Charles kept going, he slowly started laying himself across Arthur's back, it achieved a new level of deep inside Arthur, and a few low growls joined in with Arthur's moaning. He placed a hand over one of Arthur's, and he intertwined them.
His thrusts eventually started getting a little inconsistent as he got closer. He compensated for this by thrusting harder, physically moving Arthur a few times before having to drag him back into place.
"Arthur- I- can I? Inside." Arthur was a little busy drooling into the cot and reaching that white spot in his vision to really listen to what he was being asked, he just knew this felt amazing, and whatever Charles wanted to do was what he wanted as well. he nodded.
Charles finally lifted Arthur and positioned him onto his lap for the very last few thrusts before finally finishing. Arthur collapsed into Charles' arms, vision gone in ecstasy. The only thing he could feel was something deep inside him that kept getting deeper. He wanted it so deep he could taste it.
Charles purred as he settled them onto the cot, he used his body to cover Arthur from the world and hoped he would be able to have him like this forever. Sated, filled to the brim and completely safe.
Arthur could feel licking and sucking around his neck, it felt so nice and comforting. His eyelids were so heavy, they felt like boulders.
As Arthur drifted into peacefulness, he could feel the warmth and hear the purring, radiating off of Charles. And he couldn't help but smile into the man's warm shoulder.
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By morning, when Charles woke up, he was alone, his cot cold except for the heat coming from himself.