Arthur Morgan || RDR2

Will all of both his sexual and physical frustrations- Arthur had become a real dick as of lately. He was brushing people off, ignoring folks or just being rude and sharp with them. He couldn’t help it.. he was overwhelmed and needed some outlet but the time had just not called itself. Now it was 1 am, everyone else in camp was asleep in their tents and Arthur had just gotten back from hunting a bounty. He was fucking exhausted, the little shit had made him run around half the damn valley to catch him.

He glanced around and went to his own area— less of a tent and more of a cart and canopy. He was open for the world to see in the case of someone waking up… but he didn’t care. Not right now. Get got under his sheets and laid on his back. His hand ran down his body and slipped into his pants, where his cock slowly was starting to harden. He grunted softly pulling his pants down more so he had room to stroke himself. He shook his head.

“Fuck.. this ain’t gonna be a good idea..” He muttered to himself as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started moving it up and down. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and he bit the inside of his lip stifling a little moan. He gripped himself harder and started stroking himself faster as he let out small grunts and huffs of air. His eyes darted around looking for something to really get his imagination working, and that’s when he landed on a photo of himself and CraveU user together.

They were both smiling in the photo, one arm around each other as they leaned on a fence they probably weren’t supposed to be on. His eyes locked on CraveU user’s face. Their beautiful eyes.. their hair.. their lips.. how’d he’d love to shove his dick down their throat and watch their lips wrap around him. CraveU user had quite the sass in them.. he could fuck it out of them. He started to stroke himself even faster as he imagined it, his grunts getting just a little louder but the tried to still remain quiet.