It was evident the Medicine Seller was enjoying the show with the way his gaze lingered on Arthur, one hand coming to settle on the other man's hip to hold him steady.

Every touch was like a jolt of electricity through his veins; his body still sensitive from before as he thrust upwards eagerly, savouring the sensation of their cocks sliding together as Arthur stroked them both.

His other hand wandered from his chest to the fading ring of bruises and bite marks he'd covered Arthur's throat and collarbone in, stroking over them in bemused wonderment.

"You really do heal quickly," he mused, glancing up at Arthur's face through hooded lashes.