Travel hopefully in life.

I was traveling on Sunday but I did do some writing, so here is my belated Sunday Six. This time, it's from Red Dead Redemption 2:

“How’s that, then?” Sean grinned when he was finished. He let the hand clutching the washcloth fall to his side with a wet plop and trailed the fingertips of the other down the slick surface of his chest, through the sodden spray of red hair stuck dark to his pale skin. He flattened his palm out over the plane of his belly when he reached his navel and pushed on under the water.

Even with the moon gleaming like a newly-minted coin overhead, there wasn’t quite enough light to see what Sean was doing. Not that he was being particularly coy about it, with the way he bit his lip and let his head fall back a little, breath hitching as the tendons in his forearm flexed.

“Tidy enough for your fine sensibilities, there, English?”

It's shameless Sean/Arthur porn and I'm not sorry about it at all.