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He made a chuffed sound as his nails sunk deeper with the pleasure of having his throat attended so thoroughly.

"Then I am more than happy to do so."

Dragging his nails back up the length of his thigh, he rested his hand on Arthur's hip, pressing a kiss into his hair.

"...Any time you like."

"Might be sooner than you think." he breathed, pulling away to kiss the other on the lips.

Benefits of being what he was now, he recovered remarkably quick.

"Gonna need another bath after we're done" he chuckled, moving to the other side of his throat just below his ear again while a hand came up to caress the shell of the other.

The Medicine Seller gave one of his amused little hums as he returned the kiss. Another suspicion confirmed. He felt as though he were on a roll.

"As much as I am taken with you, we are going to have to make do with whatever snow I will collect and heat up afterwards. Another actual bath will have to wait for tomorrow. Or the day after."

He gasped again when Arthur caressed his ear. In tandem with the attention to his neck, it was easy to lose himself in the sheer pleasure of it. And so he did, for a time at least, before gently but firmly pushing Arthur back down into the blanket.

"...Besides, there is something deeply appealing in having my scent all over you. And visa versa."

He couldn't help his pleased little smirk.

Arthur chuckled lightly, he figured as much, heating up a full bath was a lot of work. They hauled a tub around when he was with the gang but rarely used it in the later years, instead they typically bathed in whatever lake or river they camped near. You got used to cold water quick, or got scolded by Miss Grimshaw for being an unsanitary bastard. If he wanted a hot bath though, he spent money at the town's hotel. One of the few perks he was okay with indulging when it came to civilization.

He grunted at the shove but he felt a fresh surge of heat pool in his loins at the rougher treatment.

Strange how he could pick up the man's scent more clearly. Maybe the more time he spent as a bear the more his senses sharpened. It was a question he'd ponder another day though.

He looked up at the other man, a crooked grin spreading on his lips. "Guess we'll just have to play some more..."

The Medicine Seller's own smiles were usually sharp, thin, and chilly affairs. But with Arthur, they are warmer, softening his gaze as he admired the other man before leaning in to claim his lips in a fierce and hungry kiss.

He didn't linger though, dragging his teeth along the man's bottom lip, moving on to nip along his chin and neck before settling at that soft spot at the juncture of his throat and shoulder, and clamped his jaws down firmly, just shy of drawing blood and sucked a bruise onto the skin.

There were many marks on Arthur's body; echoes of past hurts. He wanted to leave his own (albeit far less permanent) marks; a reminder of pleasure. It seemed only a good thing that he would have to renew them every once in a while.

The kiss left him breathless for awhile, fingers tangling in his long hair as he suckled and then bit his shoulder. It drew a pained hiss from him, but he encouraged it, hand buried against his scalp, his arm wrapped around him.

"That's it...that's it darlin'..." he groaned, pulling him flush to him

Spurred on by Arthur's encouragement, his sharp teeth nipped their way over his collarbone, while his nails scraped languid trails down his side, settling on his thighs where the sunk in.

"You mentioned 'from behind' before. Shall we do that now, or shall I save it for another day...?"

The scratch of his nails against his skin left little welts along it, not enough to bleed but enough to make him hiss and groan along with the little nips. Any marks the man left would be gone by tonight, but the memory would linger.

"Oh definitely tonight darlin', but, let's move to the bed, okay?" The floor was hard and even in front of the fire wasn't the most comfortable. He'd have to work on getting some thick pelts to change that.

The Medicine Seller was reluctant to leave the warmth of the fire, but then again, he had Arthur between him and the chilly rug on the floor. His own thoughts strayed similarly to pelts or a nice carpet. Maybe some actual cushions...

A little indulgent, perhaps, but that was what fantasies were for.

Giving his thighs a squeeze, the Medicine Seller sat back on his haunches and tugged the blanket around Arthur's shoulders.

"Go get comfortable then. I shall get some... supplies that will facilitate things."

If they hunted enough birds they could get a few pillows for the hearth, though by then it would probably be summer and lighting the fireplace would only be for meals.

Anticipation now coursing through him, Arthur got up, gave him a brief kiss, cleaned up the cum on his chest to avoid it getting gross, and went to the bed in the corner. It was only made for one but wasn't like they'd be keeping their distance, especially for the foreseeable weather.

On the way, he had a look outside and was grateful he didn't have to be anywhere and he'd already set Buell up because the snow was now really falling. They'd likely have to shovel out tomorrow.

Arthur settled into bed, laying on his back for now as he wasn't sure what the medicine seller had planned, or how he wanted him.

As Arthur got into bed, the Medicine Seller padded over to his box, tugging open the bottom drawer, and procured a small, drum-like lacquer canister of sunflower oil.

He also poked his head out the door, filling a stoneware bowl full of fresh, clean snow before setting it on the hearth to melt and warm for later.

Arthur all laid out on the mattress was to enticing for him to spend too much time with preparations. They could go through some of his more recreational goods another day - right now, he just wanted to sit himself on the edge of the bed and let his gaze wander over the other man.

"You cut a very dashing figure," he he remarked, teasing the tip of his nail along Arthur's jaw, letting it catch just under his chin to tilt is head up. The Medicine Seller leaned forward, as though to kiss him, but instead murmured against his lips.

"...As fine as your face may be, however, you said you would like me to take you from behind. Or would you like me to flip you myself...?"

Arthur watched the other man go about getting a couple things, the snow drew a cocked brow but then he realized it was likely for washing up later.

Having him sit on the bed at his hip had him brush his fingers against the man's own, pausing as his head was tilted, the motion oddly erotic, and then he readied for a kiss, only to be denied and-what?

"Flip me?" he grinned doubtfully. He was bigger than the other man and, magical box or not, he wasn't sure he could handle him like that. Curiosity piqued.

"Go and try."

The Medicine Seller wore a sweet smile, the kind that suggested he was more than happy to take Arthur up on the challenge. After all, it was less a matter of strength and more a matter of leverage. Arthur may be able to beat him in a brawl, but there was a world of difference between a bout of fisticuffs and a partner in bed eager to get fucked.

And while the Medicine Seller was built smaller, he was no slouch.

Flicking his tongue against Arthur's lips, he let the tip of his finger wander from the man's chin, down his throat, along his sternum and over his side. Then, turning and shifting his weight so that he had one knee braced against the side of the bed, he slipped his arms under Arthur to flip the man like a pancake.

A shiver ran through Arthur as the medicine seller trailed one finger down his skin, swallowing automatically when he caressed along there.

Next thing he knew he was on his stomach. He let out a muffled noise of surprise from the pillow before sitting up on his elbows with a chuckle. “Not bad” he grinned.

"I could say the same of you," he remarked a little breathless, running a hand almost reverently over Arthur's bum before letting his nails sink deeply into the soft flesh.

Climbing into the bed was a bit tricky, but he settled his knee carefully between Arthur's thigh (the man had asked for rough but the Medicine Seller doubted he meant quite that rough, his fingers flexing into the other man's rear.

The caress along his ass followed by the grab had him clench and groan.

The knee close the jewels almost made him flinch but he trusted the medicine seller wasn't going to hurt him to the point where he was doubled over and irritated for the rest of the night.

The pinch of his nails in his buttocks had him groan again and he pressed back into the touch, reaching around to give the other's own thigh a light smack and grab. "Come on then, let's see what you got."

As Arthur arched up into the touch, he let his knee slide further under him, so that he was ass up. The smack to his thigh only got a chuckle at of him and he leaned forward, running his fingers lovingly through Arthur's hair as his thigh pressed insistently against his balls and taint.

"So impatient so soon," he mused with a nip to his earlobe. "I am eager to see what you will be like come summer."

The tender stroking through his hair became a clenched fist, nails scraping along his scalp as the Medicine Seller tugged a fistful of hair back so he could more easily get his jaws on Arthur's throat. He sucked rough and hungry kisses along the tender skin, leaving a trail of bite marks in has wake.

Arthur moaned at the unexpected but strangely erotic press of his knee right up between his legs. He in turn spread them a bit wider and pushed his hips up into the air as it seemed like he wanted him to.

"In the summer?" he asked, but hardly had a chance to think the question or its possible answer over when his hair was being pulled so deliciously, causing him to moan a bit louder than he might have if he was in more control. Then his wonderful mouth was on his throat and he reached up to tangle his own fingers in the man's long hair to eocurage him.

"Ah yes...yes that's it darlin'..." he groaned.

The hand that wasn't fisted in his hair gripped his hip to hold him steady as the Medicine Seller worked over his throat. When he was sure he'd gotten his lips, teeth, and tongue over every available surface of Arthur's neck did he pull away enough to answer his question.

"Bear mating season," he teased, his mouth wandering over Arthur's shoulder to the nape of his neck where he resumed his onslaught, rutting his hardening cock over the other man's asscheek.

When he answered, Arthur chuckled, though now did wonder if the season an actual bear mated, and his own furry problem would be alike.

He didn't wonder too long, distracted by the man's cock against his ass and his mouth on his neck again.

He groaned with a sigh, squeezing the other's hair to keep him there on his throat, the dance of his tongue causing his cock to swell to full mast between his legs

He could feel the swell of Arthur's cock against his thigh as surely as the hand in his hair kept him at Arthur's throat. A smile played on his lips as he lightly kissed just below his ear, a teasing lilt to his tone.

"You do like being nibbled on, it seems."

The hand on Arthur's hip reached around to give his erection a light squeeze, but it didn't linger. Instead he took the jar of oil, popped the lid, and gave his fingers a generous coating, letting it dribble down between the cleft of his ass, before gliding his fingers along the slicked crease.

Arthur didn't connect that he enjoyed being nipped and bitten until the medicine seller stated it.

"Guess I like the roughness of it all" he said with a light shrug.

He settled his knees further apart as he heard him open the jar of oil, then felt the trickle of it between his ass cheeks. He clenched automatically, but relaxed just as quick, peering over his shoulder to watch the other man.

His nails scratched encouragingly into his scalp, his mouth working a trail of biting kisses to the other side of his neck.

"Fortunate then that I like getting my mouth all over you."

More than a bit of an understatement, considering.

The oiled fingers stroking along the crack of his ass found the puckered entrance, pressing along the rim until he managed to slip the tip of one in. He was mindful of his nails here, but even then, his fingers worked slow and insistently into him.

"Mmm, you sure do..." he sighed, rather of a turn on that he'd have a bit of a necklace of bites and hickeys before they were through tonight, though sadly they'd all be gone by morning.

The teasing along his line was so light he pressed back into the medicine seller's touch to feel more, and got his wish when he was breached.

"That's it..."

What a pity; he'd just have to refresh them in the morning. Gripping Arthur's hair tightly, he angled his head just so, so that he could work his teeth right over his pulse.

His fingers were diligent, stroking his insides at a steady pace, opening him up while his thigh rubs tantalizingly up against his cock. It would be dreadfully cruel to neglect it, but his hands are otherwise occupied.

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