The little arch against him had him groan and he bumped his nose against the other man's own. "You've spoiled me every time since we met in that river" he chuckled, "Washin' dirty old me, makin' me smell nice, and then treatin' me to some of the finest soup I ever ate. Not to mention the sweet sex by the river? A bit of fingerin' don't even start to cover how much I wanna return it all."

Arthur began to trail kisses down the medicine seller's lips, throat, and chest, pushing him farther up the bed to rest his head on the pillow as he made his way down the other man's body. Kisses over scars, tongue teases over nipples, then down to his pretty pink cock, which he nuzzled the soft skin of, his facial hair no doubt tickling the other man.