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For the drabble meme
latin_cat requested Wellington/Hunter, 'secrets'. Here it is. No stoning. XD
Arthur knows that Hunter lives by his own rules. What he doesn’t know is what those rules are. Except one thing: Hunter does what suits him, and at the moment it suits him to let Arthur bed him.
It’s always Hunter who chooses the when and the where, and only rarely can Arthur refuse him. This is strange, because Hunter is selfish and narcissistic and nothing seems to touch him, and Arthur hates him for that.
Hunter gives up his secrets so easily, as if he has the utmost trust in Arthur. Yet, Arthur knows that there is one secret Hunter will never give up. The secret that lurks in the dark depths of the man's blue eyes, the secret that makes lesser men swallow nervously in his presence, the secret that Arthur is afraid to find out because there is always a chance he might forgive him for it. For when Hunter kisses him, his lips are soft and when he smiles at him, his eyes are free of darkness, and when he says 'I love you', Arthur believes him.
Hunter shifts next to him and props himself up on one elbow, blonde hair mussed from sleep. It should be disturbing that the man can look so innocent sometimes, when Arthur’s body delights in the knowledge that he is anything but.
‘I can hear you thinking,’ murmurs Hunter with an amused smile, tracing a pattern over Arthur’s chest. Arthur says nothing, but he can’t tear his gaze away from the younger man and whatever Hunter sees in his eyes seems to satisfy him, because he smiles lazily and shifts lower until he can take Arthur into his mouth. Arthur shuts his eyes as the pleasure begins to course through his body, unable to resist, unable to refuse, powerless in the face of Hunter’s love.