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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.

He leaned into the touch as he held Arthur close to his chest, his breathing slowly evening out as his body relaxed. It was nice, feeling the heat of Arthur against his chest as he slowly began to ease out of him.

It was certainly a good thing he was going to do laundry the next day, given the absolute mess of blanket under them.

The Medicine Seller shifted himself off of Arthur to lay at his side, stroking along his jaw as they both came down from the rush.

"That was wonderful," he said, the tip of his finger finding the other man's lips. "Though from here on out, I suspect we ought to save the bath till after."

His other, stickier hand gave Arthur's bum a light squeeze.

Arthur groaned as the medicine seller slipped out of him, the act always erotically wonderfully with him versus previous partners when he usually wanted them out and done with him as soon as possible.

He sat up up on his elbows to look at him as he settled beside him,, leaning into the caress along his jaw and kissing his finger as he traced his lips. He was always so gentle with him, even after such a hard round. Arthur turned to kiss his palm.

He chuckled at the mention of bathing after they were done, then jumped at the light squeeze before laughing again, "Yea, you're right about that." he agreed, drawing the other man into his arms and kissing his neck.

He was more than happy to curl up into the warmth of Arthur's body; the man was so sweet, it was an impossible temptation to resist. Arms circling around his back, he traced along his spine, head tipping back to give Arthur his throat.

It had been nearly two centuries since he last wanted to remain at someone's side, and unlike then, now there was very much the possibility it could work. He didn't dare squander such an opportunity.

"I should clean us up before you get me started on our third round," he mused, pressing a kiss into Arthur's hair.

"And there was something I wished to speak with you about. Or rather... to ask of you."

Arthur placed a few more kisses against his skin and nuzzled himself there as his back was caressed, pondering for a short moment how he'd gotten so lucky to have someone like this man beside him.

He agreed to the clean up, pushing himself to sit up, cocking his head curiously at the statement, "Sure darlin', anythin"" he nodded.

He pressed a kiss to Arthur's forehead and got himself upright, kicking his legs over the side of the bed.

"As you have already worked out, Kusuriuri is not my name. It is not a name at all, in fact."

He stood, tugging on his hanten to ward off the chill before he padded over to the hearth to collect the bowl of warm, clean water, and the soap and washcloth from their bath.

"I was not lying when I said I have no name to give."

Arthur smiled at the little affectionate kiss and he sat up more comfortably to watch the other man, listening to him.

He figured as much, he'd given plenty of fake names in his time. Arthur Callahan. Tacitus Kilgore. Hosea gave him the name Fenton during a mission, and he'd given himself the name Leviticus Cornwall at one point. Now while the medicine seller knew him by his real name, Arthur Morgan thanks to the wanted posters, he went by Arthur Sinclair to anyone else to tie him to the place and to keep his identity under wraps.

The confession of actually having no name was a surprise.

"That's strange. Your adopted parents not even give you one?" he asked, brow knitting.

"My... circumstances made such matters a little more complicated, and the humans who raised me thought it best that I name myself." He said by way of explanation, then shrugged, and began to wipe away the lingering mess still clinging to the hairs in Arthur's chest.

"I simply never got around to finding one I liked."

Arthur allowed him to clean him up, surprised again that his own parents hadn't given him something of a name.

He got up and pulled the cum-spattered blanket off the bed to avoid it soaking through to the sheets, as well as to allow him to clean up his ass as he seemed determined to do it all himself. He return the favor once he was done.

"Well, if Kusuriuri ain't your real name, what do I call yea?" he asked

As Arthur turned, he worked the warm, wet cloth between his legs, mopping away the sticky mess before the cum grew dry and tacky.

"That is what I would ask of you. If you would like to help me pick something."

He pressed a kiss to Arthur's shoulder, finishing the cleanup.

"It does not have to be right away. But if you wish me to stay, then I would like it if you could call me by a name."

The cleanup was very nice and another first with a male partner, the addition of soft kisses and touches also incredibly affectionate.

He turned back around, kissing the medicine seller's forehead, and chuckled, "I ain't much good at namin' things let alone people." he said, taking the cloth, rinsing it and beginning to clean the other up.

"You sure you want me to be tryin' to name yea?"

He hadn't realized how tense his shoulders had gone until he heard Arthur's chuckle and saw his lopsided smile. Whatever nerves had gripped him quickly drained away, and the corners of his mouth turned upwards as he regarded Arthur fondly.

"It is not as though I would have no input on the matter," he remarked with an amused huff.

Laying back, he let his legs fall open to let Arthur work.

"And as I said, there is no hurry. 'Kusuriuri' is fine for now."

Arthur dragged the warm damp cloth over the other's body, rinsing it before cleaning his cock and balls, leaning down to press a kiss against his belly when finished.

"Kusuriuri it is, until I can come up with somethin' half decent to run by yea." he grinned.

All washed up, Arthur hung the cloth aside to dry and tossed the dirty water outside before returning to the bed to lay with the other man.

"Does it mean somethin'? Kusuriuri I mean." He knew Arthur meant 'bear'-and the irony had not escaped him about it-but Sean also teased him occasionally calling him King Arthur like the legend of Arthur, Excalibur and Guinevere. He wasn't sure what his mother had in mind when she named him Arthur, maybe she just liked it.

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