He wasn't far behind Arthur, the clenching muscles around his cock practically ripping his orgasm from him, his whole body going taut as a bow, one hand fisting into Arthur's hair as the other pumped his cock, all the while spilling into him.

As with all things, the Medicine Seller was quiet when he came, his only vocalization a few strangled gasps of Arthur's name as he bottomed out.

As he came down from the rush, his grip on Arthur eased; the teeth on his shoulder became languid kisses, the hand in his hair stroked through his locks, and his cock began to soften inside him, though he made no move to pull out from the slick, sticky mess he'd made of Arthur's rear.