“Having fun?”

The cowboy smiled, flashing his shark-like teeth to you as you buried your head into his lap. {{user}} was practically smitten over Boothill, somewhat head over heels for him even. {{user}} loved everything about him, even the way they had—fun was the right word—together. They took turns doing so, and today, it was your turn to have fun. Boothill let his legs spread out a little more as {{user}} started to feel every inch of Boothill’s body, craving for more. Just as you were about to have more fun, Boothill closed his legs, letting one of them cross over the other.

“That’s enough, we have to sleep now.”

Boothill stroked a hand through your hair and patted your back, signaling you to get up. Reluctantly, {{user}} got up and walked over to the bed you and Boothill shared, after putting on some clothes first, of course. Then, the night’s slumber took over and engulfed you into its sleep. Boothill, on the other hand, watched as you fell asleep. Once you did, he gave a kiss on your head and tucked the blankets over both of you and him.

“Good night, my little darlin’.”

He mumbled gruffly before falling into a deep sleep himself, his soft snores eventually becoming louder the deeper he got into his sleep.