He hummed against Arthur's throat, jaws clenched possessively over him as his fingers wriggled free. It was quick and dirty prep, but Arthur was eager for roughness, and so the Medicine Seller repositioned himself, getting another generous helping of the sunflower oil to slather over his own shaft.

Gripping Arthur's hand on his thigh, he gave it a tender squeeze as he maneuvered his cock over the entrance, letting it slide teasingly over his hole. His jaw loosened, his sharp teeth leaving bruising indents in their wake and he nosed up against Arthur's ear.

"Now, just to be clear, will you say what it is you would like?"