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Boothill has only just boarded the One and Only when Argenti pulls him in close as the door shut behind them. He feels his hat fall to the ground as Argenti pushes them against a wall, his nose buried in the sensitive spot behind Boothill’s ear. He breathes in deeply and Boothill suppresses a shudder.
“Missed me, did ya?” Boothill huffs out, lips quirked up in an amused grin.
If Argenti replies, it’s muffled and comes out as the light rumble of a hum against Boothill’s skin.
Boothill laughs at the knight’s unusual lack of eloquence, until Argenti licks a wet stripe where his ear meets his neck before he bites down on the lobe.
“Son of a nice lady,” Boothill hisses. “Not even a hello? What’s goin’ on with you?”
Argenti’s tongue flicks out to soothe the bite before he pulls back to look at Boothill.
“I apologize,” he says, eyes blown wide. His tongue pokes out as he licks at his own bottom lip. “It’s been so long and I suppose I couldn't wait to feel you again.”
Boothill chuckles and brings his hand up to pat Argenti’s cheek. “‘s alright, Red. I ain’t too upset.”
Argenti’s eyes seem to pin him in place, and Boothill can’t make his body move before Argenti leans in and seals their lips together in a kiss.
It takes Argenti licking his way inside his mouth for Boothill to get his shit together. His hands fall to Argenti’s waist, fingers squeezing at his hips. Argenti is dressed down, left only in the soft black clothes he wears under all that armor. Argenti’s hips buck under the touch, and the two of them are close enough that his groin brushes against Boothill’s pants.
“Hah,” Argenti gasps, but he doesn’t pull away. Boothill swears he can feel a wire fray when Argenti starts moving his hips in tight little movements so that his hardening cock keeps pushing against Boothill’s own groin.
Argenti’s mouth doesn't leave Boothill’s, even as he continues to whine and moan into his mouth. Boothill lets him take what he wants, his mouth staying open and pliant for the redhead. When Argenti bites softly at Boothill’s lip, the cyborg adjusts his hold on those soft fabric-clad hips in favor of pulling him in even closer. Argenti keens, finally breaking the kiss and he throws his head back in bliss.
One hand moving to grip Argenti’s plush backside, Boothill uses his other hand to tangle a fist in Argenti’s wild red hair, pulling him back into a bruising kiss. This time Boothill takes the lead, dragging his tongue against Argenti’s before seeing how far down his throat it can go. They aren’t even stopping to breathe; each noise Argenti makes is lost as they fall right into Boothill’s mouth.
They stay like that, tongues pushing and pulling each other, sharp nips of Boothill’s teeth as he bruises Argenti’s pretty lips. It’s after a long few moments that Argenti finally has to pull back to catch his breath. His lips are bitten red and swollen, and there’s spit shining at the corners. His eyes are more black than emerald. He presses his forehead against Boothil’s and breathes out in harsh pants, hips still bucking wildly against Boothill’s firm body.
“Mm, my nngh silver cowboy,” he groans.
Letting go of his hold on Argenti’s hair, Boothill reaches down and palms at Argenti’s cock, hand firm and unyielding.
Argenti’s head drops to Boothill’s shoulder with a soft thunk as he whines softly, and Boothill can feel his cock pulse against his hand under the soft pants he’s wearing. He can also feel a not-so-small wet spot where Argenti is steadily leaking precome.
“Please,” Argenti breathes.
Boothill smiles and removes his hand, chuckling lightly at Argenti’s immediate groan at the loss.
“Easy,” Boothill says. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Red. I just wanna see you work for it.”
Argenti’s hips buck against him hard, and Boothill moves to situate his hands low on his waist, holding but not hindering Argenti’s mobility.
“Go on, sweetheart. Take what you need.”
Boothill’s hardly finished speaking before Argenti starts rutting against him with abandon. His head is still on Boothill’s shoulder, face turned in towards Boothill’s neck, and he puffs out harsh breaths against the skin there as he seeks his release.
“Oh, my --
Boothill, please.
Ah, it feels --”
Boothill feels his internal systems heating up as he listens to Argenti’s helpless noises, but he ignores it in favor of focusing solely on the man before him. He keeps his body still, feet planted firmly on the ground to hold him steady. He could be nice and push back to meet Argenti’s hips, but instead he wants to see how unpolished Argenti will get, how much he’ll let his body do to get what it wants.
He’s a little surprised when Argenti bites at his neck, teeth pressed hard and tongue wet as he drools and moans against the skin.
Argenti is bucking his hips faster now, the slow rhythm he’d first established long gone.
“Mmf, ah!” His noises come through as mostly incoherent babbling, as he refuses to pull back from biting Boothill.
As his movements get more uncontrolled and his noises more pathetic, Boothill takes pity on him and shifts just slightly enough to push his thigh between Argenti’s legs.
Almost immediately Argenti switches to grinding in tight and fast circles against Boothill’s hard leg. It doesn't take much after that before he bites down somehow impossibly harder and his hips spasm as he comes against Boothill’s thigh.
Boothill feels the wet heat spread against Argenti’s soft clothes and smear against his own leather pants. He hears the quick and deep heaving by his ear as Argenti comes down, his breath damp and warm as he finally releases Boothill’s neck from the grip of his teeth. He lays his head back on Boothill’s shoulder, hair falling over his face in a light curtain.
As Argenti’s breathing starts to slow to normal, Boothill rubs his back in broad strokes.
“Did so good, Rosey. Such a pretty picture, just for me,” Boothill whispers.
They stay like that for a few minutes, just Argenti’s breathing and Boothill whispering words of praise, until Argenti regains his composure and stands up straight before Boothill.
“I apologize for my initial behavior, my friend. It was unbecoming of me to initiate such activities without even greeting you. I can assure you it will not happen again,” Argenti says, hand across his chest like an oath.
Boothill snorts. “Let’s not get too hasty with those promises, Red. Besides, d’you think I didn't like seein’ ya like that?”
Argenti tilts his head in confusion, no unlike a puppy.
“You…were not put off by my reckless and selfish decision to…assault you as soon as you arrived?”
Another snort “That’s hardly the word I’d use to describe it. More like…a nice surprise. Wouldn’t mind you welcomin’ me like that again some time, if ‘m honest.”
Argenti’s eyes seem to light up with a renewed spark.
“Perhaps not every time you board the One and Only, but if you truly are unopposed to such behaviors, I will endeavor to engage in more ‘nice surprises’ in the future.”
Boothill bends down to pick up his hat where it landed on the floor, before he offers Argenti a small bow and a pointed glance at the drying wet spot on his pants.
“I’ll be lookin’ forward to it. In the meantime, let’s get you and me some fresh clothes and we can look over my circuitry for any small repairs.”
Argenti nods dutifully and leads them to his sleeping quarters, vigor in his step as he thinks about their next meeting.