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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.

The Medicine Seller considered the question for a time. He very rarely bottomed; the payoff for the pleasure was hardly worth all the effort to get there when there were so many other ways.

On the other hand, the thought of Arthur slowly working him open had his cock twitch in his hand.

He trailed his fingers up Arthur's thighs, over his abdomen and came to rest on his chest, teasing his nipples.

"I think if it is with you, I would probably enjoy that."

Arthur slowly teased them together while he waited on and answer, about to reinforce that it was fine if he didn't for whatever reason was his own, but was glad of the final answer.

His nipples perked at the teasing and he leaned into it, stroking them a bit more intently. "Alright" he nodded.

Not right now, he wanted to ride the other man.

Once both of them were hard and aching, he picked up the tin of oil and began to prepare himself, standing up on his knees either side of the medicine seller's hips and reached behind to start opening his hole up again. His body was already "healing" from the rough round but he was still decently loose enough that it didn't take as long as previously to get ready.

In the meantime, the man below got a wonderful view of the cowboy fingering himself and groaning whenever he bumped his own prostate.

It was evident the Medicine Seller was enjoying the show with the way his gaze lingered on Arthur, one hand coming to settle on the other man's hip to hold him steady.

Every touch was like a jolt of electricity through his veins; his body still sensitive from before as he thrust upwards eagerly, savouring the sensation of their cocks sliding together as Arthur stroked them both.

His other hand wandered from his chest to the fading ring of bruises and bite marks he'd covered Arthur's throat and collarbone in, stroking over them in bemused wonderment.

"You really do heal quickly," he mused, glancing up at Arthur's face through hooded lashes.

"Yea...wish I didn't...wouldn't mind them marks lingerin'." he said.

Part of the fun was waking up the next morning and finding a new necklace in the mirror, but it couldn't be helped, and only meant of course the medicine seller could keep marking him up with little regard for hurting him.

A generous amount of oil applied, Arthur withdrew his fingers from himself and sat down, settling above the other man's erect length. He blindly guided himself to his stretched hole-bit more of a challenge than he anticipated-before the head finally caught and he eased back with a deep groan, allowing him to slide up inside him.

"A small price to pay, I think. And one easily remedied," he said, hand gliding along Arthur's chest, resting his palm on his pelvis as his fingers fanned out just above his cock.

"One need only be persistent in replenishing them."

His teasing fingers finally wrapped around the base of Arthur's shaft as he sank down on the Medicine Seller's erection. Out of sheer habit, he bit down on his lip to suppress a moan, fangs drawing out a bit of blood.

Arthur inhaled sharply when he was taken in hand so quickly after taking the other's cock, but the sudden metallic smell of blood in the air had him jerk his gaze up and he lean down, elbows planted either side of his head, threading his fingers through his hair.

"Hey, hey, don't hurt yourself like that darlin'" he said, kissing the medicine seller's jaw and then his bloody lips.

He was finding himself quite enamored with kissing Arthur; his senses were so flooded with the pleasure of the man on his cock, surrounded by his warmth, his weight, his scent, he had only dimly registered the sting of his fangs, and hadn't even noticed the coppery taste.

He thumbed the head of Arthur's cock, giving it a light, playful tug before he resumed stroking it.

"Ah. My mistake - it felt so good, I feared I might cry out."

He kissed along the bridge of Arthur's nose, a fond smile on his lips.

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