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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.

Arthur groaned as his pulse point was given such attention, and then again when the medicine seller shifted his thigh to rub more against his cock. He in turn pressed back again, more for that probing finger, as well as to relieve some of the ache in his loins.

"That's good darlin'..." he breathed, tilting his head submissively-or as much as he could with him gripping his hair-to give the man all the access to his throat he wanted.

Leaning on one elbow, he reached around with his free hand to caress the other's thigh.

He hummed against Arthur's throat, jaws clenched possessively over him as his fingers wriggled free. It was quick and dirty prep, but Arthur was eager for roughness, and so the Medicine Seller repositioned himself, getting another generous helping of the sunflower oil to slather over his own shaft.

Gripping Arthur's hand on his thigh, he gave it a tender squeeze as he maneuvered his cock over the entrance, letting it slide teasingly over his hole. His jaw loosened, his sharp teeth leaving bruising indents in their wake and he nosed up against Arthur's ear.

"Now, just to be clear, will you say what it is you would like?"

The ring of teeth marks, red but not bleeding, made him briefly run his fingers over them before burying back into the blanket.

Arthur delighted in the slow tease with just a single finger, occasionally brushing against his prostate and pulling more noises from him.

One hand clutched the blanket while the other squeezed and caressed the man's soft thigh. he liked how gentle and soft he could be with him, but he did want to indulge in something rougher tonight. Then it seemed all too soon the medicine seller was slipping his finger from him. He glanced at him in question, then realized he was already going to fuck him. Fine by him.

He groaned at the light tease of his cock against his hole and then breathy nip of his ear.

His question puzzled him for half a moment before he answered with a slight smirk and hungry glint in his eyes.

"I want you to fuck me into the goddamn mattress Kusuriuri"

There was another squeeze to Arthur's hand and the lightest of kisses to his ear.

"Gladly."

He would have to do something about the absence of a name. But that could wait until later, when they were warm and relatively clean under the blankets.

For now, he was all too happy to begin the achingly slow push inside, watching Arthur like a hawk for any sign it was too much. He doubted it would be - even at his fiercest, he doubted he'd compared to some of Arthur's rougher encounters, but he still felt it prudent to be mindful.

The spread of his cock was a lot more than he'd had in a long time...the medicine seller had actually been the last to have him. So the going was a little slow and he felt the ache just borderline pain but nothing he couldn't handle.

"Ah...Ah Christ..." he breathed with a groan, the grip on his thigh tightening a bit but he didn't tell him to stop or slow. The oil certainly helped and made the burn far less what it might have been if he'd just used spit.

"Want you in all the way" he rumbled, looking at him with a growl.

The rumble of Arthur's voice made his cock give an unexpected twitch inside of him as he eased his way in.

"Oh, I intend to," he purred, his grip on Arthur's hair loosening so he could stroke his fingers through it. Thoroughly dried now, his own was everywhere, spilling over his shoulders across the expanse of Arthur's broad back as he worked himself deeper.

"I want to feel you all around me. I want every sense flooded with you."

Slowly, slowly, until he was sheathed entirely into Arthur, giving the slightest experimental roll of his hips right into that sweet spot.

"Ahhh-ah!" he moaned as the other pressed to the hilt and then proceeded to purposefully bump his sweet spot. He let his thigh go, holding instead to the blanket. He buried his face in the pillow with another though this time muffled groan before he turned his head again to look at him over his shoulder.

"You feel so good inside me darlin'..." Arthur said breathlessly, pushing himself up onto his hands in order to turn enough to meet the man for a kiss.

The kiss turned hungry and wanting, his tongue probing Arthur's mouth; he could still taste himself on the other man and he felt a surge of pride at the thought of their mingling scents.

Reaching around, he cupped the length of the other man's cock as he began to thrust into him. Slow and shallow at first, testing the waters, but he wasted no time in picking up the pace and intensity.

"Arthur..." he breathed hoarsely against his lips, before kissing him again. He was quite lost in the feeling of the tight warmth of the other man.

Arthur moaned into the kiss, tasting himself on the man as well and he made a noise fo disappointment when he drew away, only to gasp and rock back on the other man's cock when he began to stroke and thrust inside him.

The pace was slow, deep, and then quick and hard.

He dropped down against the blankets again, keeping his ass up for him, a deep groan rumbling from him as his cock was stroked in time with those thrusts.

"Ah...yesss..." he hissed, then realized, "Do...do I call yea...-ah! What do I call yea?" was Kusuriuri even his name? It was one he'd given him to meet him at the hotel what seemed like forever ago but maybe it wasn't his name either.

He was panting hard against Arthur's throat, the frantic friction leaving him feeling hot and light-headed as molten pleasure coursed through him.

It took a moment to register Arthur's question, and he gave a breathless laugh and a very firm thrust, grinding right up against his prostate.

"We can... talk about that after," he said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "For now, 'Kusuriuri' is fine."

Arthur was about to ask what name would he call then when he came but the answer was given, stick to Kusuriuri for the time being it seemed.

The brutal pace of the other man's cock plowing him quickly dissolved all further thought on the matter. It felt so wonderful. he'd had it rough before, pleasantly and not, but for some reason Kusuriuri was the best he'd ever felt.

He could do little more than hold onto the blanket, groaning loudly when the firm thrust and grind against his prostate was given.

He was rather certain that he could, quite happily, stay inside Arthur forever, if that were feasibly possible. The man was hot and tight and wonderful to hold, the tender feelings for him only seeming to grow with every touch.

He set a rough pace, pushing hard and deep, though not quick. He wanted Arthur to feel every drag of his cock, in and out, stirring his slicked insides with a roll of his hips following each thrust, all while feverishly stroking him.

"It feels so good inside you," he murmured against his ear. "I never want to stop."

By now, Arthur had lost all train of thought, the feel of the other man riding him combined with stroking his cock was so good he felt his eyes water.

He stared unseeing at the pillow, holding the blankets as Kusuriuri plowed him deep and thorough, the bigger man reduced to low whines and groans every time his prostate was bumped or the sensitive head of his cock was teased. Pre-cum dribbled from the slit, making the other's hand wet and more slick on each jerk.

His little comment made Arthur groan and agree. "Don't...don't stop..." he begged lightly

The slick pre mixing with the oil cling to his hand had his fingers gliding easily over Arthur's shaft, teasing him ever closer to completion.

"Well," he gasped, hips stuttering with each thrust, "when you say it so sweetly..."

He sunk his teeth into the juncture of his throat and shoulder, holding him firmly in his jaws as his pace grew steadily more erratic.

Arthur's grip on the blankets tightened as the medicine seller's pace grew less even, but between him ramming his sweet spot and the ever present hand on his cock, he was teetering on the edge.

The bite had him let out an open-mouthed moan and it finally did him in.

"Ah! Ah fuck I'm cumming, Kusuriuri!" he groaned loud enough that if anyone was on the road nearby, they'd likely hear him. His cock erupted thick and hot in the man's jerking hand and his hole clenched repeatedly around his pistoning cock to milk him for everything he had as his seed spattered over the blanket beneath.

He wasn't far behind Arthur, the clenching muscles around his cock practically ripping his orgasm from him, his whole body going taut as a bow, one hand fisting into Arthur's hair as the other pumped his cock, all the while spilling into him.

As with all things, the Medicine Seller was quiet when he came, his only vocalization a few strangled gasps of Arthur's name as he bottomed out.

As he came down from the rush, his grip on Arthur eased; the teeth on his shoulder became languid kisses, the hand in his hair stroked through his locks, and his cock began to soften inside him, though he made no move to pull out from the slick, sticky mess he'd made of Arthur's rear.

The tightened grip on his hair and the other man pressing to the thing inside him drew out his climax from him.

Panting, he slowly eased down to lay flat on the bed, his cock trapped against his belly just as much of a mess as was where they were joined. He reached around and caressed the other’s cheek and neck.

At a loss for words, he merely enjoyed the warm fog he’d been left in, the feeling also of the medicine seller still buried inside also enjoyable.

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