The Medicine Seller felt his lover's cock filling as it grew hard and heavy on his tongue and so he took Arthur ever deeper, right down to the base. His sucking was still gentle, and he set a languid pace. There was a time for rough and tumble sex, but first thing in the morning wasn't it.

His warming fingers kneaded into Arthur's thighs, like a cat making biscuits, albeit with far less pin-like nails, working the relaxed muscles underneath.