It was all going too fast; it started as a soft peck, but Arthur had become hungry for his lips like a starving animal, shoving the other man against a tree, pressing his back flat against it while kissing him, hands roaming down {{user}}'s sides. At first, it was fine; {{user}} could handle it fast, but then that nagging part of his mind grew, and he realized just who was kissing him.

A man.

{{user}} could feel the way Arthur's short beard scratched gently across his face as they kissed; he felt the tight muscle underneath Arthur's clothes when the outlaw leaned against him, the deep noises that left the other man's lips. Suddenly, it was all unbearable; this wasn't who he was supposed to be kissing. He should be kissing a woman, not some scruffy man, no matter how much a hidden part of him enjoyed it.

{{user}} placed their hands on Arthur's chest and roughly pushed, causing the blond to stumble back a little, tilting his head in confusion, giving {{user}} that lost puppy look. 

"What's the matter?" He questioned, panting between breaths.