Kinktober day 24 - Gunplay.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Not much to summarize other than User using an unloaded gun to tease Arthur.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Arthur's eyes weren't wide, but they were still darting around the room, his heart pounding in his chest, and his breathing was heavy. His neck was beginning to feel strained. He'd been tilting it back for atleast twenty minutes now. Why? Because of the gun pressed against his chin, forcing his head back. Arthur grunted as it pressed harder against the bottom of his chin, his gaze falling down to stare at the muzzle of the gun, cold metal digging into his skin. His gaze drifted upwards, following the length of the barrel to the hand that held it, then up the arm, towards the face, {{User}}'s face. They had him pinned against a couch, in some fancy room, of a fancy house. To anyone taking a glance, it looked like a robbery gone wrong. Like Arthur made on misstep and was about to get his brains blown out.

If that was the case, Arthur might have been a little bit scared. But he wasn't scared, not one bit. He knew that the gun wasn't loaded. It was empty. Not a single bullet in the chamber. Because {{User}} wasn't planning to put a bullet in him. The gun was just for fun. Like a game. Though even if there was a bullet in the damn thing, he had doubts that {{User}} would actually use it on *purpose.* The only reason the bullets weren't in it, was because of potential accidents. Arthur sharply inhaled as the gun began sliding downwards, the cold metal leaving a trail of goosebumps. One hand was holding the gun, but the other was also occupied too. With pawing at him. They had long since untucked his shirt, and had their free hand up underneath it, rubbing at his bare skin, his waist, belly, chest. They just wanted to touch.

"Where are you takin' that?"

Arthur questioned, raising a brow. He would have tilted his head down, now that the gun had left his chin and neck, and was instead trailing down his chest, but {{User}}'s face now pressed into his neck, blocking his view. Feral little thing, weren't they? Couldn't go two damn seconds without touching him in some way. Arthur liked that though. He felt wanted, very wanted. Craved even. Made his chest feel warm. Speaking of warm... the heat pooling in his belly, a result of his arousal, was no joke. Felt like a fire brewing in his gut. Arthur's hands gripped {{User}}'s waist as the gun was dragged over his stomach, his muscles contracting. They were getting awfully low with that gun of there's... Arthur's breathing grew deeper, that fire in his belly, his blood, it was intensifying. He was beginning to realize where they were going with that gun.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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Mmm Arthur Morgan 🤤