It was enough. He pressed into the kiss, one hand still buried in Arthur's hair, the other trailing down his chest.
Even before seeing the posters, the Medicine Seller had no illusions about the other man; he'd shot the Murfrees like he'd done it dozens, if not hundreds of times. He'd gotten the measure of him fairly quickly.
He'd been quick and efficient, and hadn't seemed to take an ounce of pleasure in it.
There was a saying about idealists and cynics on the tip of his tongue, but that was, at the moment, preoccupied with probing Arthur's lips.
When the other man settled back, he finished rinsing out his hair, giving it a light pat-down with a towel before adding a bit of oil. Soap could be harsh on hair at even the best of times, and so it was good to help things along.
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Even before seeing the posters, the Medicine Seller had no illusions about the other man; he'd shot the Murfrees like he'd done it dozens, if not hundreds of times. He'd gotten the measure of him fairly quickly.
He'd been quick and efficient, and hadn't seemed to take an ounce of pleasure in it.
There was a saying about idealists and cynics on the tip of his tongue, but that was, at the moment, preoccupied with probing Arthur's lips.
When the other man settled back, he finished rinsing out his hair, giving it a light pat-down with a towel before adding a bit of oil. Soap could be harsh on hair at even the best of times, and so it was good to help things along.