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Title: Untitled
Author: Soujin
Characters/Pairings: Sagramore/Bedivere
Rating: R
Archive: Sure
Disclaimer: Copyright has presumably expired.
Summary: Sagramore opts for comfort, and it doesn't entirely work.
Notes: Drabble for get_laid25.
Sagramore grasps blindly, his hands coming up against Bedwyr's shoulders, chest, thighs, all slick with sweat, as Bedwyr sits astride him and teases, half in Welsh, more than half drunkenly. He still isn't sure how it happened, except that he was bitter--he!--bitter over Mordred's wedding, and Bedwyr was there, and now they're on the floor of his room, where he's lain a hundred times, himself teasing, laughing, touching Mordred's fine body. Christ, he--
Then Bedwyr bends down, grabs a handful of Sagramore's curls hard between his fingers, and Sagramore cries out, pain or pleasure from a thousand things.
Author: Soujin
Characters/Pairings: Sagramore/Bedivere
Rating: R
Archive: Sure
Disclaimer: Copyright has presumably expired.
Summary: Sagramore opts for comfort, and it doesn't entirely work.
Notes: Drabble for get_laid25.
Sagramore grasps blindly, his hands coming up against Bedwyr's shoulders, chest, thighs, all slick with sweat, as Bedwyr sits astride him and teases, half in Welsh, more than half drunkenly. He still isn't sure how it happened, except that he was bitter--he!--bitter over Mordred's wedding, and Bedwyr was there, and now they're on the floor of his room, where he's lain a hundred times, himself teasing, laughing, touching Mordred's fine body. Christ, he--
Then Bedwyr bends down, grabs a handful of Sagramore's curls hard between his fingers, and Sagramore cries out, pain or pleasure from a thousand things.