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The closeness of him and how he so easily settled against him wasn't lost on Arthur, and he was so happy the man enjoyed being so close to him.

"Okay, I think the name Todd would suit you. Maybe. Means 'fox' in Scottish. Two D's or one, up to you. I mean, Arthur means 'bear' by the uhh Celts? Yea, so uhh, was sorta along the same lines, though I don't know the Celtic name for fox, went with Scot instead..." he trailed off. Now that he'd said it out loud, he thought maybe he should take it back and think of something better than what seemed like the obvious.

His expression was hard to discern besides the small curl of his lips into a smile.

"Todd," he echoed softly, trying it out. Simple and easy to pronounce for him and something meaningful to Arthur.

"I like it, very much," he hummed, reaching to stroke Arthur's cheek. "And you will call me that...?"

He smiled a little at the acceptance of the name and leaned into the touch, kissing his palm.

"Yea, yea I will if you want it."

He paused then added, "Had another, bit more of a mouthful but uhh 'Caduceus' was my second choice I thought of. Its the staff the Greek god Hermes carries and is the symbol in medicine here, sort of. But is uhh, heh, he's also the patron of thieves and outlaws, I think."

Arthur shrugged, caressing the man's waist as he held him. "Think'em both over, don't need to decide right now."

"Perhaps I like both. A fox of medicine is very apt," he teased, "especially for one who has taken quite a liking to a thief and outlaw."

He lay his head on Arthur's shoulder, tracing the contours of his lips as he relaxed into the soothing touches while their laundry dried around them.

"But I will give them both due consideration, before making any judgment."

Arthur nodded, kissing his temple. "I'll think of some more in the meantime in case you don't like neither" he assured him.

The following morning, waking up in clean blankets and curled around one another, they found the weather had cleared and so resolved to make the trip into town. Buell was excited to leave his little paddock and carried the pair down the road happily and surefooted as ever. Arthur remarked that come spring he'd have to make Buell's place a bit bigger, and maybe they'd get a horse for the medicine seller so that they weren't riding together whenever they went out. Not that he disliked it, the feel of him pressed up to his back, warm and secure, was nice, but passersby gave them funny looks and he'd rather avoid attention.

Annesburg was pretty quiet this time of year, less traffic in the port meant the only work was in the mines. He dropped the medicine seller off to get clothes and any other supplies they'd need before riding back into the woods and hunting for their dinner. That afternoon he returned with two turkeys and they headed back to their warm cabin at O'Creagh's Run.

The weeks slipped by and another big snow storm blew through the area, leaving the pair snowed in, but hardly at a loss of what to do with one another. They prepared meat, organized anything he'd found while foraging and hunting, and had turned the old cabin into more of a home for themselves.

Oh and of course took time with one another. Arthur was quite sure he'd never had as much sex in his life as he had with the medicine seller in the short time they'd been together. Not that it was a problem and he was grateful for the bear in him able to keep up with the fox.

The tripe to Annesburg had yielded a good deal of supplies - the Medicine Seller traded his tinctures and tonics, potions and poultices, and other ointments for tools, food, clothing, and materials they'd need in the coming months. When he and Arthur rendezvous'd, he'd greeted him with a warm coat and a sturdy pair of boots. There were a few shirts, a pair of trousers and suspenders, leather gloves, and a rather handsome belt buckle, but those could wait until they returned home.

The days passed easily in one another's company; there was always work to do around the place; when Arthur hunted, the Medicine Seller saw to patching up any drafty cracks with clay and straw and any other repairs. When the Medicine Seller was down by the lake fishing, Arthur would see to Buell and chopping wood for the fire. It wasn't long until the cabin was filled with both their touches; pelts and drying herbs, meat and fish to be salted and preserved, and the cabin growing more and more into something like a home.

Normally the Medicine Seller would pass these chilly months with only an uptick in libido, but he was having trouble not taking every opportunity to have his wicked way with Arthur on every vaguely flat surface.

When they were snowed in, he was particularly insatiable when he wasn't crafting aromatics or medicine to trade when the weather cleared.

Apart from the gang, he'd never holed up with someone before since he was a teenager. It was a strange experience, far from dull of course, and when they weren't busy fixing the place, the medicine seller wanted him intimately and often.

A dinner of pork thanks to a boar hunt the other day turned quickly into kisses and touches and then Arthur plopped his horny fox on the bed, clothes quickly getting discarded.

Rough fingerpads brushed over the other's nipples as he kissed him, trailing down to his belly and swiping his tongue over his pink cock.

"Mmm, want to try bottom this time?" he asked, looking up at him. They'd brought it up before but had yet to act on it.

Arms circling Arthur's shoulders, the Medicine Seller arched helplessly into the touch as snow swirled outside the cabin. He took a moment for the offer to register, though the moment it did, a small, playful smile crossed his lips and he settled back into the pillow, pulling Arthur close.

"I think that I might be amenable," he teased, stealing a kiss.

Arthur grinned, shared another deep kiss with the other man before helping him out of the rest of his clothes, as well as his own before retrieving some oil. He set the tin aside and knelt down beside the bed, pulling the man to the edge. The chill of the evening caressed his back but his blood was already running hot with the night's activities and wasn't bothered by it.

He pressed a kiss against the base of his cock, hands cupping him behind the knees to nudge them up and reveal his hole. Moving further down, he swiped his tongue against the puckered rim, breath hot against his pale skin.

The Medicine Seller watched Arthur with interest, his legs parting to give the man easier access to his most intimate parts. He was already hard just from Arthur's attention to his chest, and even the chilly air couldn't get his erection to retract.

Hooking one leg around Arthur's waist, he threaded long fingers through his hair, stroking him encouragingly.

"Yes," he whispered so soft it was almost swallowed up by the storm outside. "That feels wonderful."

Arthur picked up the little whisper of approval and continued to play, tongue probing his tight hole and then dragging up his taint to his balls. He took one into his mouth, hot around the orb, groaning and sucking on it before letting go and giving the other the same attention.

He settled more comfortably close to the bed, his knees on the threadbare rug but he didn't feel it, all attention on his partner, ears trained to hear him, hands holding his legs firmly apart to keep him from clenching his thighs around his head.

The Medicine Seller gasped from the attention to his balls, hips giving a pleasured stutter as his hand sunk deep into Arthur's hair.

He could feel the tickle of Arthur's facial hair against his sensitive skin, and he rubbed the inside of his thighs against his lover's cheeks as his hips rolled and shook, trying to get the perfect angle.

"Arthur," he purred imploringly, "You are teasing."

The other's fingers in his hair and his words urged Arthur on, giving his cock another swipe with his tongue before dropping back down to his hole, this time probing with a finger as well as his tongue to begin opening him up.

He pressed his tongue deep, withdrew and replaced it with his index finger, wriggling to the knuckle and twisting about as he kissed the base of his length.

His hips gave an involuntary jolt at Arthur's lips on the base of his cock, a shiver of pleasure running through him as his lover began to open him up. His hands moved from Arthur's hair to his shoulders, gently kneading at the muscle and sinew to spur him onward.

"Just like that," he urged, clenching around Arthur's finger as though to hold it there inside him. "I love the way you touch me."

Arthur groaned deeply in response against his cock, eyes flicking up to watch him and there was a bit of the bear behind them as he watched him writhe and buck under his ministrations. Hungry for the other man.

He added a second finger, pressing deeply and scissoring him out as the medicine seller's hands massaged and squeezed his broad shoulders.

"Feels good huh?" he purred, teeth scraping his lower belly, tongue dipping briefly into his navel and then over the glistening head of his cock.

"You know it does," he chuckled, though it was promptly cut off by a gasp as blunt teeth raked over his belly.

His usual indifference to being penetrated was gone, Arthur's clever fingers seeming to find his most sensitive spot, leaving him gasping and twitching as he tried to keep control of his body.

It was a futile effort though, his cockhead drooling onto Arthur's lips as the Medicine Seller's fingers clenched around his shoulders. He ached for more, greedy for his lover's attention.

Arthur lapped at the leaking slit, then took the head of his cock into his mouth as he teased that sweet spot within. He'd not been able to really make the medicine seller lose it in all their time together. But it seemed he was slowly unraveling that thread of control the man had upon himself.

He withdrew his fingers and got up on the bed with his partner, kissing him briefly, pressing another to his sternum. "Ready darlin'?" he asked, taking the tin of oil and opening it, though if the man decided to back out, he'd stop.

His cock jumps from the rush of pleasure, the Medicine Seller's head falling back as a moan escapes him. It turned into a soft, exasperated huff when Arthur pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling empty and wanting.

But that wouldn't last long.

Scooting back on the bed, he rested his hands on Arthur's chest, raking his fingers through the expanse of hair as he hooked a leg around his lover's hip.

"I am. Though would you like me to...?"

He inclined his head towards the oil, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"No no, I got you tonight." he assured him. "You always treatin' me darlin', time someone did so in kind" he said, kissing his cheek and settling comfortably between his legs.

Slicking up his fingers, they returned between the medicine seller's legs, pressing inside to spread the oil about, though took his time, listening to the other man, and watching him.

"You treat me so sweetly," he mused, fingers trailing down Arthur's chest and brushing over his nipples as he lay back, opening his legs.

It was a heady sensation to have Arthur work him so thoroughly; the fullness was initially uncomfortable, but he gradually rocked his hips until his body more comfortably accommodated the probing fingers.

A brush against his prostate had him jump, his cock bobbing obscenely as he buried his hands in Arthur's hair.

Arthur pressed into the touch to his chest, no secret by now he enjoyed it when the medicine seller raked his nails over his pecs or toyed with his nipples. But he didn't focus on himself, he wanted the other man to find pleasure being on the bottom as it seemed he'd not had a partner to treat him sweetly about it as he had him.

Spread before him, he was such a beautiful sight, and he leaned in to kiss him as his fingers pressed deeply. He felt his cock jump between them and he chuckled, paying special attention to his prostate, teasing over the spot within him.

"That's it..." he purred.

He clenched tight and hot around Arthur's fingers as he felt a surge of molten pressure in his lower abdomen, pre trickling down his shaft. He tried to scrabble for purchase but he kept slipping away from any coherent thought, his mind singularly fixated on Arthur's attention to his back door.

"You had best - "

And he gasped, head thrown back as Arthur seemed to find just the spot.

"- hurry. Unless you only want to use your fingers."

"I could if you want me to..." he said, kissing his lips then chin and down to his neck, "Love feelin' yea writhe on my fingers like this." And he knew the other man's recovery meant he'd have him soon after wards.

He steadily fingered him, his other hand curling about his drooling cock, thumb brushing over the head.

"Finish like this for me darlin'?" he whispered, craned over his chest, tongue lapping over a nipple before his teeth scraped against it.

A hiss of air escaped between his clenched teeth when he felt the rough, calloused pads of Arthur's fingers around his cock and his nails dug into his scalp.

"If my bear asks it of me," he gasped, "how can I refuse?"

How he could be so cocky on the verge of orgasm was anyone's guess, but it wasn't long until the telltale shudder ran down his spine and between his thighs, spilling hot and sticky all over Arthur's hand with a hoarse, choked moan.

Arthur nipped his sternum and then lifted his head enough to watch the medicine seller come undone, feeling his cock twitch and erupt hot in his hand.

"That's my darlin' fox." he purred, kissing the corner of his mouth and nuzzling his neck below the ear as he became jelly beneath him.

The hand on the man's cock stroked him a little more, petting him against his messy stomach before bringing his hand to his mouth to taste him. Licking his palm and fingers clean, he withdrew those within him for a moment, letting the man enjoy his climax high.

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