#arkro

They had done this a few times and, every time, Pyro would turn him over onto his stomach or up on his hands and knees. It confused him.

"I don't want this to change us."

"What does that mean?"

Pyro rested a hand on the other's left hip.

"I don't want this to change our friendship. It's fun and all, and I like doing this...but I don't want to try and make it seem all romantic."

Arkas chuckled and turned over. He lay on his back and spread his legs, smiling up at Pyro. His cock, hard and leaking, rest against his stomach.

"It doesn't have to. I just want to see your face."

"Alright...tell me if it's weird."

"It won't be."

Pyro continued to prep himself.

When he finally put his cock into the other man, it came with the surprising satisfaction of seeing Arkas' face change. His face scrunched up in a cutely frustrated way. Pyro enjoyed when that frustration melted away with the first thrust, changing into something of pleasure.

He enjoyed the way Arkas' mouth hung open, obscene in it's redness as he moaned.

When Arkas came, Pyro did as well from seeing the way his face looked. Mouth dropped open, eyes scrunched tight, head thrown back. 

"Was it weird?" Arkas murmured, voice tiny as he came down from orgasm.

Perhaps their relationship wasn't the most conventional. They weren't exclusive by any means of the word, Arkas wasn't one for exclusive anyways and he got the sense that Pyro wasn't one for it either. 

The difference is that he could see him and Pyro being exclusive if they were different. If Arkas was one for those sort of things, and Pyro wasn't holding out for someone else, he could see them settling down together. 

Building a life together even. Making a home together, with one big bed that they could share and a kitchen for Arkas and Pyro to cook shitty meals together in.

But they couldn't and they wouldn't.

Still, when he held onto Pyro, who sat above him, the other man pressing soft kisses to his lips, he felt like they could be in love.

He told Pyro that and they shared a grin before Pyro said anything else.

"Ya think so?" He murmured, words trailing off into a moan as he thrust deeper into Arkas.

Arkas nodded, moans cutting off his ability to speak. Pyro moved slowly, hips rolling sweetly, if a bit clumsily. Arkas moved his hand down to jerk himself off, fist curling around his half-hard cock until it was fully erect and leaking.

"A-Arkas, I'm close!" Pyro gasped suddenly, hips losing rhythm as he began to shake.

"Come...inside me." Arkas whimpered, back arching as Pyro hit his prostate.

After a few more thrusts, Pyro did just that, coming with a scream. He could barely hold himself up but he did to watch Arkas stroke himself off. He came only seconds after Pyro, moaning loudly.

"O-Oh fuck, Pyro!"

His release splattered on his stomach, some even landing on his jaw. Pyro bent his head, tongue coming out to lap at the droplets. His tongue, wet and hot, caused Arkas to gasp as it ran over his body to collect stray cum.

Eventually, Pyro lay next to him, arm thrown over Arkas' back as they face each other. Arkas looked at the other man, eyes shut and face relaxed in sleep.

Maybe he could love Pyro like that. But he didn't. They didn't need romance in their relationship, they just needed each other every once in a while.