The Medicine Seller gasped from the attention to his balls, hips giving a pleasured stutter as his hand sunk deep into Arthur's hair.

He could feel the tickle of Arthur's facial hair against his sensitive skin, and he rubbed the inside of his thighs against his lover's cheeks as his hips rolled and shook, trying to get the perfect angle.

"Arthur," he purred imploringly, "You are teasing."