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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.

“Oh? How I’d like to hear yea then...” he purred, moving to the man’s throat and kissing below his ear.

The tease of his cock prompted Arthur to move, slowly rocking back and forth upon the other man’s dick, groaning when he hit that sweet spot, but his attention was now on the fact he almost made his partner actually cry out. And he aimed to try again.

“Ain’t no one here but me, let me hear yea sing...” he breathed, nibbling his earlobe and then suckling a kiss against his pulse point.

"Arthur..." he gasped, one part fond and one part pleading him for more. His body was almost feverish with the heat of arousal and his lover's request only fanned those flames, hips twitching under him eager to start working into Arthur's rhythmic rocking.

Between that and Arthur's mouth absolutely every one of his most sensitive erogenous zones, it was becoming an increasing challenge to keep his hand pumping his cock at a steady pace.

"I could stay in you forever," the Medicine Seller murmured against his cheek, words quickly fading into a string of kisses as his lips tried sought out every part of Arthur's face they could find.

"You feel so good around me, I do not ever wish to let go."

Arthur’s own rocking moved a bit quicker, finding a bit of a rhythm in the new position.

“Oh but I want yea to let go...” he grinned, teeth scraping his delicate throat. “Wanna feel you arch into me and shudder.” His riding pace increased, the bed creaking with his movement.

His cock leaked sticky precum into the other’s hand, twitching at the sounds and feel of the medicine seller beneath him.

The Medicine Seller chuckled breathlessly, head tilting back to give Arthur his throat. While he healed faster than the average human, he certainly didn't heal at the rate Arthur did. He was going to be a mess in the morning.

He was already a mess now; cheeks flushed with arousal, his lean body bare save for the hanten clinging to his arms for dear life and the trail of bruises, bites and hickeys Arthur had left on his pale skin, his ash blonde hair fanned out wildly under him. Arthur would likely get exactly what he wanted; the Medicine Seller looked like his impeccable self-control was hanging by a thread.

"Not mmn quite what I meant," he panted, rolling his hips upwards, driving his drooling cock as deep as it would go, as his fingers smeared slick pre over Arthur's shaft. The steadying hand on his hip roamed upwards to tangle in Arthur's hair, fingers buried in his scalp as he uttered sweet words of encouragement like harder and just like that.

Arthur felt a little bad that while the lighter marks the medicine seller left on him were fading fast, all of what he was leaving on him remained. Then again, just meant he'd have to keep leaving them.

He groaned as the other began to join in, thrusting up into him as he rocked down, and they found a good pace with one another.

The words of encouragement were wonderful too, driving him close to another climax, though he didn't want it to end.

Arthur kept rolling his hips, but he wasn't very flexible and he couldn't keep it up for very long. So he let the medicine seller pound up into him as he saw fit, meeting him for deep kisses and his rough fingers moved along his chest, teasing over the other's nipples and skin.

Arthur got his wish as the Medicine Seller arched up from the attention to his nipples, moaning into his mouth, letting the vibrations roll through his lover. Not quite singing but he was making an effort to be more vocal for him.

It was, he thought, quite liberating.

His thrusts were slow, letting his shaft drag down Arthur's inner walls before pushing back into him, hitting home each time. Between the hot tightness around his cock and Arthur's attention to his throat and chest, he wasn't going to last long.

"Close," he murmured against Arthur's lips before kissing him greedily. Maybe it was a warning he was teetering on the precipice of a climax or perhaps he just wanted the other man close to him. Or both.

They'd work on that, but it was a wonderful start to hear him as he did.

Arthur's own moans were muffled into kisses or against the other's skin every time the medicine seller pressed tot he hilt inside him, bumping that sweet spot without fail and quickly pushing him toward his own end.

"Me too..." he replied huskily, nipping his throat as his cock throbbed hard in his hand.

Didn't take much more for him either with him stroking him like that before he hit his climax, erupting thick and hot in the medicine seller's grip. "Kusuriuri-!" he rumbled.

He could feel it, in the twitching, jolting of his cock as he stroked him and the tightening muscles around him, practically squeezing his climax out of him.

His whole body went tense and a shudder ran down his spine as he came with Arthur's name on his lips, spilling inside of him, hot and slick. He rode out the orgasm until his muscles went slack and he collapsed back into the mattress.

For a time, he just lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow and the warmth of Arthur all around him as his cock, still in the other man, began to soften. Giving Arthur's own a light squeeze, he drew his hand away, bringing it to his lips to clean the sticky mess from his fingers.

Arthur shuddered as he felt the other man fill him and he clutched at him as they rode out their climaxes together. When he finished, he withdrew enough to look at him and watch the medicine seller lick his hand clean. He grinned and shared a slow and exhausted kiss with him, tasting himself on his lips.

He then buried his face against his neck, breathing in his warmth and scent, caressing his hair at his temples as he bathed in the afterglow of their intimacy.

“You’re so good to me darlin’” he whispered,

As Arthur settled in, he held him close, stroking the damp hairs at the base of his skull.

"I can say the same of you."

He pressed a kiss to the top of Arthur's head before reaching for the blanket to cover them both. He was still hot from their lovemaking, but he'd rather the cool air of the cabin not leech that away.

"You have such a sweet side, one cannot help but be drawn to you."

The soft caress of his hair and skin had the bigger man sigh and press more fuzzy kisses against the other's skin, grateful for the blanket despite feeling quite heated.

He met him for a kiss then chuckled at the statement, "You ain't seen me angry." he grinned, part in play but also serious.

"No, I have not."

He had seen Arthur kill those men, certainly, but there was no sign of rage. Just a sort of cold indifference, not so unlike the kind the Medicine Seller had when he'd let a Mononoke satisfy its vengeful desires on those that had wronged it.

Letting his arms settle around Arthur's shoulders and waist, he curled into the man's warmth, pressing a lazy kiss to collarbone.

"Nor do I ever mean to provoke it."

Though he doubted he even could; Arthur didn't seem the type to truly anger easily. And without the weight of being nearly the sole breadwinner for a ragtag gang, whatever temper was there could only mellow with time.

"You'd really have to piss me off to get me angry with you." he said, kissing the man's neck and nibbling his ear.

Betrayal would be a surefire way of doing so, but he couldn't think of a scenario where the medicine seller would do such a thing to him. Best not even try, or he'd start being paranoid like Dutch in those final weeks.

Arthur eventually resolved to get up and clean up before they called it a night and got some rest.

As they curled up together with some fresh logs on the fire to keep the cabin warm throughout the stormy night Arthur asked, "You mentioned somethin' about spring being matin' season for bears and might cross over to me in that regard. There a time of the year where you get extra randy?" he asked.

"I think the worst I could manage is being a nuisance," he chuckled. The sort of sadism, cruelty, and treachery that would invoke genuine rage from Arthur were far out of character for him; if something managed to twist him to such a dreadful state, he'd rather be put out of his misery.

"Late spring, through the summer, yes," he affirmed, lifting the blanket to let Arthur back in to the warm bed.

"As for my own time, well..."

He smiled, finger trailing down Arthur's chest before his hands resettled around him. Even outside of winter, he had a rather high libido; a side effect of all that energy coursing through him. But winter was when he had that deep, instinctual desire.

"...We are in the thick of it. But if it gets too much, just say. I can behave myself."

"You'd have to do a hell of a job" he chuckled, recalling how much of a nuisance Sean could be or Bill if you wanted to go in another direction of being a nuisance other than the fast-talking Irishman.

The tease of his finger and then the settling around him had Arthur snuggle closer for warmth and to be close to the other man as he elaborated.

He grinned, "Oh so you're already as horny as you'll ever be huh?" He kissed him lightly, "I am spent for the night but there's always tomorrow darlin'." Right after the moon it was a marvel he'd kept up as he had.

His lips chased the light kiss, lingering for a time as he savoured the taste of Arthur.

"Not quite as I will ever be," he explained. "The season is still young, and you are very tempting. And there is, as you say, always tomorrow."

He could feel the occasional draft passing over their cozy little cocoon, and he held Arthur close to shield him from the chill.

A mischievous smile crept into his lips, and he dragged the tip of his nail down Arthur's spine.

"...Speaking of which, if I am awake before you, would you like me to wake you with a little surprise...?"

Arthur's brows rose at that and his crooked grin broadened. It was likely going to be one of the most exciting winters he'd had if tonight was any indication.

He arched into the touch with a sigh, needing a second to process what he asked.

"Surprise you say? Ain't much of a surprise if you're tellin' me now" he pointed out. "But, sure. I'll pretend I ain't expectin' it" he said with a half wink.

"Mm, you have no idea if I mean breakfast or..."

His hand slid down over the swell of Arthur's rear, slipping between his thighs to give them a light squeeze.

"...other things. Neither do I for that matter. I just wished to make sure you were not averse to the idea."

Always a good thing to check, after all. Some of his past partners loved to wake up to his tongue between their legs, and others not so much.

Arthur clenched up when his ass was caressed and then lower still squeezed and he chuckled, kissing the man's jaw. "Breakfast or otherwise sounds great darlin'." he assured him.

He buried his face against the other's neck, comfortably laying over him to keep him warm.

"Get some sleep you horny bastard" he murmured affectionately.

He made a soft hum of agreement, and nuzzled affectionately into Arthur's hair.

"You too. Your body is still recovering," he murmured, brushing his fingers over the gradually filling hollows of Arthur's cheeks.

He wasn't feeling particularly tired, but he let his body slowly relax into their shared embrace, eyes fluttering shut as he listened to Arthur's breathing and the occasional howl of wind outside.

When he woke, the sky was still dark with only a thin grey line at the eastern horizon. Snow was still falling, but lighter now - a thick white blanket covering the world outside. The fire had gone low, and the winter chill had seeped into the air beyond their warm little nest.

With Arthur sound asleep, the Medicine Seller got up to start the day, pulling on his furisode and tabi to ward off the chill. Tossing another log on the fire, he got a broth stewing for breakfast later before slipping back under the covers. And further under, his lips seeking out Arthur's naked cock.

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