Arthur was right to suspect it went deeper than just being on the randy side; it wasn't just that the Medicine Seller wanted to fuck, but also who he wanted to have sex with. And how very glad that person was right under him, warm and solid and alive, and presently stirring his most intimate core.

"Arthur," he gasped, nails digging in to his shoulders as he sucked kisses along his chin and throat. He was torn between thrusting up into Arthur's probing finger, or down to grind against his lover's hairy belly. Given the way he erratically switched between the two, it was clear he couldn't quite make up his mind what he liked more.

He didn't hang in there long; he'd already been working himself up rutting into the mattress while he'd sucked Arthur off, and the probing against his prostate was more than enough to send him over the edge, panting out Arthur's name as he spilled thick and hot all over his belly.