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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.

The clean up felt nice, leaving him with a warmth inside he wasn't sure he could entirely attribute to arousal.

When Arthur rejoined him, he pulled the other, cleaner blanket around them both, and idly threaded his fingers through his hair as Arthur settled.

"It just means 'Medicine Seller'. Or 'Apothecary'. A perfectly fine thing for strangers to call me, but... we are not strangers, I think."

"Medicine seller, should be more like soap seller considering you ain't offered me any medicine but have washed me I reckon more than my momma did" he laughed, kissing whatever he could of the other man as they huddled under the blanket.

"And no, we definitely ain't." he said. The medicine seller knew about as much about him as many of the gang did. And knew him intimately too, which was more than Mary did.

"I'll try to think of somethin' for yea" he assured him. When he committed to doing something, he always went through with it with his best effort.

"Well, had I known about your illness sooner... but it seems now you will have little need of my remedies, save for most dire circumstances."

He brushed his fingers over the necklace of bitemarks and hickeys he'd left over Arthur's chest, all of them already fading.

He was about to freshen them up a little when Arthur was kissing him again and again and oh, it was heavenly. He reached so that he could cradle Arthur's cheeks in his hands, legs wrapping around his waist, as he kissed him soundly.

"Didn't find out until after we got back from Guarma" he said with a nod. And by then he was already coughing blood. Perhaps if he'd been a little less worse for wear he might have killed Micah that night. But there was no point in what-ifs. John and his family had gotten away, and in the end, that was what mattered. His second chance at life, being a bear, was an unforeseen turn of fate he'd not take for granted.

Arthur returned the kiss, smiling against the other's lips and shifting to lay over him as his legs went to wrap around him.

"Mmm I could kiss yea forever darlin'" he breathed, moving to his throat briefly. The heat was already pooling in his belly at the thought of being with him again.

"How you want me this time?"

"Please do," he murmured against his lips, one hand traveling from his cheek to wrap around his shoulder.

"And I want you just as you are. Close. I am afraid I am feeling rather sentimental at the moment."

Arthur returned to his lips, kissing him deeply, focusing entirely on the kiss and nothing more.

"Sentimental? Why?" he asked, withdrawing a little to press smaller kisses against his throat, shoulder, cheek and nibble on the lobe of his ear.

The Medicine Seller arched languidly up against Arthur, letting some friction build up warmth between them. The kisses were very good, and the nibble to his ear got a contented sigh from him.

"Mm, why do you think?"

He trailed kisses along Arthur's brow and to the side of his head, stroking his cheek.

"I ain't sure, that's why I'm askin'" he chuckled, grinning as small soft kisses were places upon his sun-kissed skin.

He caressed the man's side, opening one eye as he waited on an answer.

The Medicine Seller stroked Arthur's cheek, considering if he should just let the man figure it out for himself. He decided against playing his usual games, and instead pressed his forehead to Arthur's.

"Because I am with you, of course."

Arthur smiled, "You like being with me" he stated more than asked, stroking the other's long hair and soft cheek. "No idea why of all the bastards you..."

He swallowed thickly and buried his face against the other's neck.

"I do like being with you," he said, holding Arthur close to him, letting him hide away in the safety of the crook of his neck.

"You have a way of making me feel at ease that very few have ever managed."

He sighed, raising his head to look at him, his own hair falling a bit around his face.

Arthur knew whatever he'd done was in the past, no changing it, and the man cared not for whatever life he'd given up. But maybe it was all the heartbreak with Mary and Eliza talking but he felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

What was crazy was that he'd only known the medicine seller for a grand total of a week tops. felt like he'd known him for years.

"I don't deserve yea."

He idly brushed a few strands from Arthur's cheek, and drew the blanket closer around them as the wind outside picked up, sending a cool draft through the cracks in the cabin.

"Is it such a matter about what one does or does not deserve?"

He settled close, nuzzling the man's neck and caressing his cheek as he did his.

"Maybe. Maybe not. After what happened to Eliza and Isaac, figured good things didn't happen to those who did bad things. And when Mary left me, only pushed home the point."

Arthur drew all the blankets they had around them, snuggling close for warmth.

"Don't know if I still believe it, because it was true I wouldn't be here today, given another chance. And another chance with someone who...Who I come to enjoy the company of quite a lot" he smiled warmly.

He was quiet as Arthur spoke, fingers trailing along his back. The his smile was met with one from the Medicine Seller as well; his sharp and cunning features softening as he held him.

"It is a convenient narrative - it is much easier to attribute misfortune to behaviour. And though we may play a part in our own suffering, we both know that it is much more complicated than that."

He pressed a kiss into Arthur's hair.

"Why else would good people meet with terrible fates while the wicked revel in their lavish lives...?"

Arthur closed his eyes at the affection.

He supposed that was true, for every man like him who killed, there was someone with more money than they could ever spend being a hundred times more of a bastard to other folk, all in the name of civilization. Cornwall came to mind.

"You are so sweet to me" he sighed, focus shifting to the other man, pressing kisses and caresses to his body in turn.

He'd doubt such people were so farsighted as to have any ideals about the nature of progress and civilization, but such things certainly helped them engineer their sadism. Even rewarded it.

He had no illusions about what Arthur was capable of if pushed. But there was nothing out here pushing that side of him and he was simply allowed to be.

He kissed the lids of Arthur's eyes gently, gathering the man up in a warm embrace. The bed was lovely and cozy with Arthur so close, and the kisses were leaving him with that soft, floating feeling.

"You have given me no reason to be otherwise with you," he murmured, legs tightening around his hips. "And I do like being sweet with you."

Being held so softly and intimately too had him nuzzle against the medicine seller's neck.

He wriggled against him. "You wanna play some more or are you spent?" he asked in his ear before nibbling it.

He considered the offer; he could go again easily. Arthur was deliciously close, and his own body was so sensitive from their first two rounds that just the slow grinding against the other man's groin would be more than enough to get him off.

"We are going to make a mess of your bed," he teased, pulling Arthur into a long, slow kiss.

"I am game if you are," he murmured against his lips.

“Sorta already did” he grinned, returning the kiss and shifted a little so that his cock bumped the medicine seller’s own.

When they broke, he spoke again, though still pressed kisses against his fair skin. “Strange, ain’t never had someone let alone another man spend so much time in bed with me. Think I’m gonna like spendin’ winter with you.”

This got a surprised look from the Medicine Seller. He could understand that it would have been nigh impossible for Arthur to take any men as long-term partners, but he is sure he mentioned a wife; surely they had more than a couple of nights together?

His thoughts were interrupted by the shifting from Arthur, his hips giving a jolt as his cock perked up in interest.

"I suppose your life before left little time for intimacy."

He held him closer, feeling a touch protective as his lips brushed along a weathered cheek.

"How fortunate then that we have the whole winter stretched out before us."

His hands wandered further down, landing lightly on Arthur's rear and giving it a firm squeeze.

"More like circumstances didn't always feel okay for it." he said, but let it lie for now.

He grinned as his ass was squeezed, "Think I'm gonna enjoy being snowed in this year" he said, kissing him deeply and continued to bump his cock against the other's own before getting up to locate that oil.

Arthur returned to the bed, but this time swung a leg over the man's hip to sit in his lap, though didn't put his weight down on him yet, "Okay to ride yea like this?" he asked

The kiss was slow, and the Medicine Seller opened his mouth invitingly, coaxing Arthur's tongue inside. He would also let the matter lie for now, fingers stroking along his jaw to thread through his hair.

The kiss was over too soon, and he watched with bemused interest as Arthur retrieved the oil. He sat up a bit more against the pillow and headboard as the cowboy got comfortable straddling his hips.

"Oh, by all means," he agreed, running his fingers delicately up Arthur's thigh. He quite liked being inside him, and seemed quite pleased the feeling was mutual.

"Not that I got a problem with yea being inside me, but you ever want a turn on bottom?" he asked curiously, settling his weight comfortably up on the smaller man.

Arthur set the oil aside and took both their cocks in hand, sighing at the wonderful friction he started to build stroking them together.

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