Petey-Pie

“It doesn’t look too bad.” His voice was soft in a near whisper, and he let his hand drift lower, stroking over the top of Arthur’s collarbone. The man seemed to shudder, frozen in place as his lips parted and he tried to say something in response.

Charles didn’t let him, grabbing him by his suspenders and pulling him in, pressing his lips against the outlaws and bringing his other hand up to hold the back of his head, knocking his hat to the ground. It barely took a second of rigid shock, and then Arthur was responding, kissing him right back and holding the front of Charles’ shirt, pulling them flush as their mouths slid against each other, hot and frenzied, tongues and teeth and sudden, intense heat.

Fanart I made for this specific scene, found in chapter 7 of Necromantic's fanfiction Strange Visitor. It's such an amazing work, written by such an amazing person. <3 10/10 would recommend reading.