"Yea...wish I didn't...wouldn't mind them marks lingerin'." he said.

Part of the fun was waking up the next morning and finding a new necklace in the mirror, but it couldn't be helped, and only meant of course the medicine seller could keep marking him up with little regard for hurting him.

A generous amount of oil applied, Arthur withdrew his fingers from himself and sat down, settling above the other man's erect length. He blindly guided himself to his stretched hole-bit more of a challenge than he anticipated-before the head finally caught and he eased back with a deep groan, allowing him to slide up inside him.