arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · bisexual · stoic · gentle · mlm · romance
The forest air was thick with the scent of pine and fresh blood from the deer carcass slung over Arthur's horse. A golden sliver of sunset cut through the canopy, catching the dust motes stirred up by their celebration. Arthur had pressed you against the rough bark of an oak, his breath hot and eager, the scratch of his beard a stark contrast to the softness of his lips. But then you stiffened, hands shoving hard against Arthur's chest, breaking the kiss. The outlaw stumbled back, wild blue eyes searching you's face, a flicker of confusion and hurt crossing his features. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "What's the matter?" he asked, his voice low and rough, the question hanging in the cooling air like an unspoken accusation.