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Silver Dollar and The Count were, without a doubt, confused by their riders’ sudden need to leave their camp so quickly. That was their safe place, they never needed to take off in such a hurry.
Further confused when their riders stopped them in the middle of nowhere, the only sign of civilization being an abandoned cabin. No gunfire or shouting to be heard, just… whatever the hell this was.
“I love you so much,” Dutch breathily told Hosea as they dismounted their horses. They were still in a rush to the cabin, The Count noticed, except… they were also all over each other. It seemed counter-productive.
The men finally busted through the door and kicked off their boots as they went, nearly tripping as they fumbled toward the questionable bed in the corner of the large area. The cabin was more or less four walls and a roof, but that was fine, that was all they needed.
“Do you want to—” Dutch pulled away from Hosea, cheeks flushing. “How do you want to do this, Old Girl?”
Hosea chuckled at his partner’s newfound bashfulness. “Preferably naked, I’d say.”
“Hosea!”
“Oh, hush,” Hosea teased. “Are you asking me if I want to give or take?”
“Yes,” Dutch replied confidently.
There was a moment of silence, then a quick shove sending Dutch back into the bed, his feet slipping out from beneath him as his ass landed on the worn mattress.
“I’ve always been a giver,” Hosea finished, enjoying the way Dutch seemed to shrink in his gaze.
And, much less confident, Dutch squeaks out, “S-sure thing.”
“And you were always good at taking.”
Dutch was lost for words. He felt so shy, so virgin-like, with Hosea’s keen gaze upon him, like he was planning a new con.
There was something distinctly submissive in the way Dutch was shifting his weight from foot to foot, almost giving up control by forfeiting his voice. There was a nervous excitement buzzing in their skin, and it was all too obvious that this rendezvous they’ve taken won’t last long.
Nobody would last long.
“I don’t have anything to, erm, make things wet,” Hosea realized.
Not fazed by this turn of events, Dutch’s confidence returned. “We ain’t leaving this cabin until we’ve both been satisfied, Old Girl. I need you and I can’t wait no longer!”
Hosea chuckled at his partner’s eagerness, feeling a bit flattered at the way Dutch desired him and his aging body. Arthur may be the only one who thinks he’s a baby, but damn if this all didn’t make Hosea feel young again.
Suddenly they were pawing at one another, mouths meeting, bodies pulled close together. There was a magnetic force refusing to let them separate, it seemed. Eager as always, Dutch let go of Hosea’s ass to fumble between their crotches, trying to undo their pants and free their hardened members.
Hosea hummed into Dutch’s lips as he felt his cock being handled by Dutch’s large, calloused hand. He grabbed Dutch’s hips and they tumbled toward the bed, rearranging themselves to lay on their sides, facing one another.
“Let’s go already,” Hosea rasped, already losing his breath from how aroused he’d become. Their cocks were touching, and Hosea pulled himself closer to Dutch in order to wrap his hand around them both. Dutch lent a hand to the leaking, engorged twin dongs to help Hosea get a firmer hold.
It was so hot, nearly burning to the touch. Their members felt so fucking good together, and it nearly sent Hosea off the edge when Dutch pulled his hand back briefly to spit in his palm.
They were moaning and writhing together, Hosea leading their hands in speed, being a little slow at times just to see Dutch scrunch his face up in disappointment. If Hosea didn’t edge them a little, then this would be over in seconds—but he at least wanted minutes. He was entitled to minutes.
“You’re cruel,” Dutch joked, never attempting to take control and speed things up.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear.”
Dutch nearly purred and attached himself to Hosea’s exposed neck, mustache tickling soft skin, pleasure doubling in the older man. Yeah, okay, edging was for the birds. Hosea picked up speed, their hands working together until they were both gasping and tensed up until—
The most explosive orgasm either man remembers ever experiencing. Dutch’s cock jerked desperately, spurting out pearly cum onto their hands; Hosea’s own member shot out a glorious spurt before going limp.
It was complete ecstasy. Their hearts were vibrating together, hands intertwined, foreheads pressed together like lovesick cats. The next expanse of time was vague, neither minutes nor hours, and all they felt was their undeniable connection.
Why hadn’t they done this sooner?
…Oh, right. Arthur. They should clean up and get back to him, before he wakes from his nap.