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The soft caresses the other gave in the heat of their passion always grounded him, made him slow down and appreciate the moment. It was such an affectionate gesture no one before had ever done to him. Not that he'd had many affectionate partners in his life but it made it all the more special.

He turned his head and kissed his palm, smiling at him as they moved together. His own hair fell about his face, the stray hairs sticking to his forehead and temples with a light sheen of sweat.

The other's prompt and the nip of his throat had Arthur tilt his head to expose more to him and his thrusts grew quick and hard, pounding the other man's hole, chasing his own climax while also pressing on to bring the medicine seller his own.

A moan escaped him as Arthur picked up the pace, the tell-tale shudder running through him heralding his climax.

The Medicine Seller's jaws clamped around Arthur's throat, bruising the tender flesh with his teeth as he spilled between them, thighs trembling around Arthur's waist.

Even spent as he was, he kept moving into the other man's thrusts, gasping his name into his jugular.

The bite undid him for sure, Arthur buried a hand in his hair to keep him there, teeth in his neck as he too hit his climax. He thrust to the hilt and cried out, spilling hot and deep into the other man, shuddering with the powerful orgasm.

When finished, he relaxed atop him, caressing his hair. "So good darlin'...so good..." he panted, wishing that bite would linger beyond morning but tomorrow same time, it'd be gone.

The Medicine Seller held Arthur as he came, still twitching as he rode out the last few waves of his own climax. For a long time he lay, breathing deeply as he took in the sensations around him; Arthur's softening cock keeping the hot stickiness inside him, the warmth of his lover's body, the quick pulse slowing and the sweet sensation of his fingers in his hair.

Gradually his eyes cracked open and he leaned into Arthur's touch, turning his head to kiss a trail over his wrist and palm.

"Mmm," he agreed, words still evading him as his let his fangs catch the soft, sensitive skin over Arthur's pulse.

"...I may have to re-evaluate my thoughts on getting penetrated there. You made it very enjoyable."

Arthur's heart pounded in his ears, beginning to slow until he was brought back to earth with the other's kisses and words.

He smiled, "That good huh?" he said, stroking his hair before shifting down to meet him for an actual kiss. "Anythin' you want darlin'" he assured him, nuzzling the other's jaw and giving him another kiss.

He slid out with a groan and moved to lay beside him for a bit, pulling the medicine seller close.

He rolled himself right into Arthur's arms beckoning arms, huddling close to his comfortable warmth under the covers.

"Mm, that good," he agreed, tilting his head up to plant kisses under his chin, one arm hooked around Arthur's shoulder and the other over his waist. "You are very sweet with me."

And he greatly appreciated it. As much as he enjoyed rough sex, the occasional bit of tenderness was more than welcome.

Arthur drew the medicine seller close in his arms, nuzzling his temple.

"And you the same with me" he grinned, kissing his forehead.

As they lay together for a few moments he asked, "How yea feelin' anyway? You been more...rigorous of late." he chuckled.

"A little less, as you say, rigorous after that," he murmured, sounding quite satisfied with the seeing to Arthur gave him.

Once he was comfortably settled in Arthur's arms, he rested his head on his lover's chest, stroking idly along his back and sides.

"Though I have certainly never been quite this..."

He gave a brief, thoughtful hum as he sought for a polite way to remark on his unusual spike in libido.

"...interested before."

“We do have fun together.” He grinned, stroking his fingers through his hair. “Quite sure I’ve had more sex with you than I ever had before in my life” he chuckled. “Nice change, not to mention how nice you treat me.”

The medicine seller was not only great in bed, but he was also so affectionate, taught him how good he could feel that first time after all.

"Oh? I am pleased to be part of setting this record," he replied, wriggling closer in Arthur's arms, his fingers drifting further down to get a handful of his bum.

But it was curious how much Arthur remarked on his 'niceness'. The Medicine Seller didn't think himself particularly nice; thoughtful, perhaps. Considerate.

Especially to those he had an abiding affection towards.

He'd never pretend he was without bias, after all.

"Have you only had partners who care for just their own pleasure...?"

"Eh, sorta. When I was with Eliza-however briefly it was-it was nice, first time with someone for me and she was understandin' and such. We was never intimate again after she told me she was pregnant, I feared I'd hurt her or somethin'. And never was with Mary as she was adamant about waitin' on our weddin' night." Which never happened of course.

"Most times with men, its been quick, little regard for any affection. And never was with another woman after Mary and I broke. Didn't want a repeat of what happened to Eliza, and just weren't interested." Preferred to spend his coin on drink, and supplies and the like instead of working girls.

"Circumstances being what they were, I doubt you were spoiled for choice," he mused. It seemed a travesty that attentive lovers in Arthur's life had been few and far between.

"Though it was wise to avoid such entanglements; capable as you are, I cannot see how you could have handled a pregnant young lady on top of your rather full schedule."

And it seemed entirely too cruel to add that on top of all the things Arthur had lost or had to leave behind. At least fate had seen fit to cut the man a break now.

"I didn't, I was really only a daddy in the sense that I contributed to the act." he snorted, a little wryly. "I just thought loyalty to the gang meant more than settlin' down with a family. Did what I could for her, in my meager way. I don't think Eliza hated me ever for it, either because she'd found someone on the side or she didn't want the boy to grow up with an outlaw for a father, I ain't sure. She accepted my help whenever I did get the chance to stop by but." he sighed and shook his head.

Arthur snuggled close with the other man, his scent and warmth a comfort in the rough talk. "I was hard on Marston because I didn't want him to do what I did, wanted him and Jack and Abigail to have a life other than being on the run. Think they did, someday I'd like to find them, check and make sure they made it and the kid is gonna grow up good, but nothing more."

He got up after a moment to retrieve the bowl of heated water and a cloth to clean the medicine seller up before things got gross.

"But I try not to regret things too much, can't change the past. And, I have you, for as long as you'll have me. That's more than what I could ever ask for after the life I've lived."

He did not say that could be a very long time; that would be presumptuous so early on. But he did smile as Arthur cleaned up, stretching languidly under his touch. Despite the warm water, it cooled quickly on his skin in the cabin air, and it wasn't long until he had invited Arthur back into his arms to burrow into the covers.

"Those men who left you to die - Dutch and Micah? Would they be the kind of people to seek revenge on your friend John?"

Arthur happily rejoined the medicine seller under the covers once all was cleaned up, adding another log to the fire to ensure the foul weather was kept at bay as long as possible through the night before gathering him into his arms.

The question was one he'd thought over briefly before.

"Don't think so, I was the source of ire for Dutch in the end, and me and Micah always had it out for one another. If they found out I was alive, they might come for me. But John was always an afterthought to them. They didn't want to put any effort into freein' him from jail, or helpin' Abigail when Pinkertons took her, and even when Jack was taken by Angelo Bronte, it took a lot for us to push Dutch into gettin' him back. In the end, he cared little about the Marstons."

"If things were as dire as you said, then yes, it would be unwise for them to take petty revenge on an afterthought."

Though how much of a reassurance that was with how unwise Dutch had become in his latter years, the Medicine Seller didn't know. As he turned these thoughts over in his head, he relaxed into the warmth of Arthur, his cheek resting on his chest.

"Though I cannot imagine how shocked they would be to see you hale and whole. After seeing the condition you were in, your present state would give anyone a moment's pause at least."

Arthur stroked his fingers through his hair as he laid his head on his chest. “Yea, probably give them a right scare” he chuckled lightly. “Just before tearin’ our Micah’s throat anyway.”

He sighed and shook head, “Don’t think I’ll ever go after either of them though, let time deal with them and hope Dutch regrets and wallows in all he did to us.”

The Medicine Seller wasn't a particularly vengeful sort, but he would be lying if there weren't times where he left people to the mercy of the Mononoke they had created. While Arthur was not so twisted a creature, he could hardly begrudge his lover that satisfaction.

"Does someone like Dutch have the capacity for regret? I have met many people capable of awful things and they have never known even a twinge of it."

At least not until the consequences of their actions returned to, quite literally, bite them.

"I don't know. Maybe before I saw things for what they are, or before Blackwater, or he never was the man I thought he was...Too many what ifs, and I can't get no answers unless I find the source."

And he wasn't about to. He had a good life here with the medicine seller, and he didn't want the law on his ass again

"Perhaps all of those things. Or none of them. People can be quite complicated," he mused, trailing his fingers along Arthur's jaw.

His gaze lingered on the other man's face for a time, a thoughtful silence hanging in the air.

"Perhaps it is selfish on my part, but I am glad revenge is not the closure you need."

Arthur smiled and kissed his temple, "Yea, real selfish of yea" he chuckled

He snuggled close to him, stroking his back and hair. "Think with the thaw, we leave here for a bit, couple weeks on a long hunt, stretch old Buell's legs. Can't go to Saint Denis, no doubt my ugly mug is still plastered all over the bulletins. Even if Pinkertons are no longer after me, we shot the place to shit when we robbed the bank."

Making plans, felt strange for a variety of reasons, but while staying inside and having great food and sex was wonderful, he never was one to stick to one spot for long. He didn't think about abandoning the cabin just yet but a bit of distance would help his want to wander.

"It is very selfish. I am rather fond of having you all to myself," he teased, head tilting into the touch of Arthur's lips.

He visibly perked at the mention of a hunt; apparently Arthur wasn't the only one with a restless urge to travel and it earned him a tender squeeze of the Medicine Seller's arms.

"That does sound nice. The roads should be safer now that the Murfrees have thinned out a bit. And Buell will probably appreciate the exercise."

"Ain't got much worry for Murfrees much anymore." he said. he could handle them with a gun, he could decimate them as a bear.

"But sounds good" he agreed.

The winter passed without much incident beyond the bitter cold; but they both found remedies for that. The Medicine Seller was well-supplied for winter, only needing to take two other trips into town before the thaw came. As much as he fancied the time in the cabin, his wanderlust was starting to overtake his lust for Arthur, and he was glad when the snowdrifts had melted into muddy roads and Buell was saddled and loaded with their gear and supplies.

He packed his medicine box with what was left of their food and pelts; spring may have finally saw fit to sprung, but bitter winds still whipped through the trees at night, and body head could only do so much.

"I am ready when you are," he called to Arthur, closing up the top compartment of his box. He cast a glance back at the cabin; it was the closest thing he'd had to home in a long while, but there was a good chance that if they came back at all, it would be claimed by someone else, and so he was grateful for the warmth and safety it had provided over the winter.

Arthur had no plans to abandon the cabin just yet but after a long winter largely stuck in it and with what happened with the gang, the want to move was high. He stuck a piece of paper on the front door that simply said 'Gone hunting.' And hoped that'd deter most folk from trying to squat. Just in case though, he took all his personal belongings and they'd run out of meat on purpose a few days ago so there wasn't anything of great worth in the place.

Buell wasn't like Edelweiss, she'd been born in the mountains and eager to ride fast. Meanwhile, Buell was slower, older, and fine with a steady ride. But he was bigger than the snow white Arabian was and would be able to carry the pair with less fatigue.

Still...

"We ought to get you your own horse." Arthur said as they mounted up "Expensive to buy but could train one for yea from the wild if we can catch it." Not only to help divide the weight but as much as he liked having the other man resting against his back, he didn't want folk doing double takes.

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we can skip ahead if you want or if u had other plans

skipping sounds excellent!

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