cowboy fucker

Dutch knows better. Knows it ain't right, that it's playing with fire; if things go bad, it could destroy everything he and Hosea have built.

Any and all thoughts of sanity leave him when Arthur's lips nudge his groin, wrapped around the base of his cock, blue eyes blinking up at him eagerly.

"That's good, son... goddamn, look at you."

He watches Arthur preen from the praise as he slowly begins bobbing his head. Soon, he's sucking Dutch off eagerly, wet grunts filling the air with each movement. Arthur has always been eager for Dutch's praise, and Dutch finds that he loves offering it.

He can't help but look at the young man on his knees for him, thinking about how beautiful he is like this. How Dutch wouldn't have thought that taking him in all those years ago would have led to this, but he's not complaining.

Ethics, morals—does it matter when two adults want each other?

"Dutch..." Arthur murmurs, panting as he nuzzles Dutch's cock, hands groping the older man's ass. "Want ya inside me."

Again, Dutch should say no. Shouldn't have said yes in the first place to the man he's called his son for almost a decade.

He doesn't say no.

Instead, he fingers Arthur open, sucking his nipples and marking up his hairy chest, drowning in those pretty whines and moans he receives in response.

Instead, he sinks into Arthur, bottoming out with one hand around his throat and the other on his stomach, murmuring praise about what a good boy Arthur is, taking every inch of his cock, reveling in how eager Arthur is to please him.

He watches Arthur's full ass bounce off of his stomach, watches his cock drool as he begs for more, hears Arthur moan out a broken daddy and fucks him harder as a reward.

Dutch Van Der Linde is a man far beyond redemption, something he realizes as he empties himself inside of his adopted son, not feeling a shred of guilt when Arthur cries out his name as he coats his stomach and chest in his own release.

"Dutch..."

Arthur murmurs his name, loopy and smiling, and Dutch kisses him until he can't breathe. When he finds himself growing hard again, he fucks Arthur slow and deep, sucking his tongue, kissing his neck, marking his territory.

He finds that Arthur revels in it; he clings to him, begs him for more, asks to be his. Clenches around his cock and moans, making Dutch feel feral at the thought of anyone else seeing his boy like this.

He finds himself obsessed with it. With him.