Special One
Title: Special One
Rating: R
Genre: Canon
Pairing/s: Leon/Mordred
Character/s: (brief mentions) Arthur, Elyan, Percival, Gwaine
Summary: Arthur doesn’t want to be bothered by the enthusiastic Mordred so he sends Leon to take care of him and Leon takes his job very seriously.
Warnings: Slight dubcon, blowjobs, rimming
Word Count: 6168
Challenge: merlin_writers Daisy Chain 2
Beta: miss_bekahrose
Author's Notes: Firstly, a big Thank You to kitty_fic for being patient while this fic grew so much larger than I expected and I made slow progress and also for cheering me on! My second big Thank You goes to miss_bekahrose for being my biggest cheerleader and putting her hand up straight away when I asked for a beta. It means a heap!!!To all the others who sprinted and cheered with me in chat while I whined and wrote this, love to you all!
This pairing started out as a crazy, half-baked, sleep deprived idea and somewhat of a challenge to myself. I'd hardly written Leon before this, but that's where the chain was up to and I couldn't leave just anyone with Merlin in the last pairing (or, I didn't want to). Mordred, who I'd not written before, was the only one that appealed to my muse. So Leon/Mordred became my pairing.
I hope you'll give them a chance, like I did. Happy reading!!!
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Glad to have avoided an afternoon of being in the company of yet another doting young Knight, Arthur watched Sir Leon lead Mordred away from the Council Chambers.
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Having been at the King’s side since Arthur was a young Prince, Leon was a seasoned veteran in adjusting the course of eager to please Knights. Within a month or two of Leon’s guidance they generally settled back into the pack and stayed their place until Arthur called them forward.
On Arthur’s orders, Leon guided Mordred away from the Council Chambers he had vacated ahead of the King. He had been waiting for the chance to get to know the new recruit a little better. He could see that this one was ready and willing to serve Camelot or, if he was being honest, to serve Arthur.
Leon took it upon himself to help the younger Knights through their first months, since he understood how hard it was being new and had seen so much, there were few questions he couldn’t answer.
“Where are we going?” Mordred said, looking back at the older Knight.
“That would depend on what you wanted to know,” Leon answered swiftly.
Mordred stopped in his tracks and turned back to Leon, causing the older Knight to nearly walk into him. Leon stabilised, took a step back and gave Mordred a questioning look. He could see the young man’s brain working furiously behind his eyes.
“Where are you taking me?” Mordred tried again.
“Down this hall and out the castle doors,” Leon said matter-of-factly.
“Why?”
“Why not? It’s a lovely day outside.” Leon continued walking without looking to whether Mordred would follow and called, “Elyan and the others are likely out in the practice fields.” That usually got the newer Knights to change their mind about bothering the King. There was no better way to please Arthur than to show him you have some skill. He slowed his steps a little to quieten his footfalls so it was easier to hear when Mordred’s indecision ended and he started following him again.
Elyan, Percival and Gwaine were indeed in the practice fields when Leon and Mordred reached them. Percival and Elyan were duelling with a mace and one-handed flail respectively, while Gwaine had a squire acting as his moving target so he could practice his sword work, although Leon was pretty sure he was just showing off.
Leon walked up to the weapons rack and drew one of the swords. He then stepped back and gestured for Mordred to take his pick. The new Knight moved in to draw one of the remaining swords. Leon noted he didn’t look all that comfortable with a sword in his hand; like there was another weapon he would prefer that wasn’t there to be chosen. He had seen a similar look on Merlin’s face at one stage. He shrugged and thought it was likely to have something to do with the way they’d been raised. It didn’t matter. Mordred would get used to wielding a sword soon enough.
Leon and Mordred moved to an unoccupied part of the practice fields where they had enough space to manoeuvre without getting in the way of the others. Leon started to circle and Mordred keep his distance from the senior Knight.
Not really in the mood for duelling, Mordred let his thoughts escape through his mouth. “You must have fought by Arthur’s side on many occasions. What’s he like in a big battle?”
“Arthur leads from the front,” Leon answered easily, keeping his keen focus on Mordred’s movements in case the question was meant as a distraction. “He doesn’t shy away from the front line and you know he’ll always have your back just as you look out for his.”
“I do get that impression. Like he sees himself on our level. Why do you think that is?”
Leon wasn’t sure where Mordred was going with his line of questioning and he was getting a bit bored of the circling. He made a swing for Mordred’s left hip. It caught Mordred off guard but his reflexes were quick enough to parry the strike. As soon as their blades struck, Leon moved his sword out from under Mordred’s then immediately moved to strike Mordred’s opposite shoulder.
The novice Knight was quicker to block this time but still seemed unsure of himself. Leon took a swing at Mordred’s legs to test his balance, which proved wobbly. Footwork definitely needed some work. He aimed the next set of blows at Mordred’s chest, all the while advancing on the young Knight and making him move his feet to keep a good distance between them.
Their swords danced in the sunlight and Leon could see Mordred was starting to work up a sweat. After numerous attacks and blocks, their swords locked together when Mordred parried yet another of Leon’s attacks. Mordred tried to be smart by pushing Leon’s sword into the veteran Knight’s body but came off second best when Leon countered by allowing the move and stepped back to one side to avoid the fall of the swords. The force Mordred had put behind the move and the weight of his sword caused him to overbalance and topple forward when Leon abandoned his attack.
Mordred scrabbled away from Leon before turning to face him, but the older Knight had the upper hand. Mordred raised his sword feebly as Leon advanced. With a heavy blow, Leon sent Mordred’s sword flying out of his hands to land a few feet away. He knelt down on one knee beside the fallen novice and held his blade inches from Mordred’s throat to show him how easily he would be to dispatch if this had been a real battle.
Leon watched Mordred’s gaze follow the flight of his sword, then the movement beside him, the sword at his throat and finally into his own eyes. There were so many questions in the young Knight’s eyes and most of them could be encompassed in one word; why?
Leon knew why. He enjoyed the rush; the thrill of something new to conquer. He tried to use his own eyes to convey his message. He let them drop to Mordred’s chest, seeing its quick rise and fall, before scanning back up to his open, red, plush lips. Then Leon was caught in Mordred’s cool blue eyes which seemed to burn from behind.
Leon hadn’t realised he had started to lean forward, moving his face closer to Mordred’s, until he heard the wolf whistle come from behind them. He quickly pulled back, removed his sword from its position at Mordred’s throat and rose to his feet. Leon turned to look at the other Knights who had stopped to watch his and Mordred’s bout. He wasn’t sure which of them had made the noise and he wasn’t sure whether to be happy they’d stopped him from potentially screwing up or annoyed that he might have been missing a chance.
Mordred hadn’t seemed to object to the small advance and he took his time getting up.
The possibility looked like it was there. Leon would just have to look for another opportunity.
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It was a few days later before their paths crossed again but it was only briefly in one of the castle’s many corridors. Mordred gave him a curt nod and Leon returned it. Mordred was about to pass by him when Leon grabbed his arm and turned him back. Mordred almost stumbled.
“Need to practice your footwork. It can be the key to life or death in a battle,” Leon said.
“I need to practice a lot of things when it comes to being a Knight,” Mordred responded.
“I’m planning on hitting the practice fields tomorrow afternoon. I could help you improve your footwork if you like,” Leon offered.
“Aah,” Mordred hesitated, “I think Arthur plans to push us newer recruits hard tomorrow morning. Not sure I’ll be up for it.”
“Oh, come on. Arthur would be impressed if you put the extra effort in and you’d move up the ranks faster.”
Mordred considered the look in Leon’s eyes for a moment before he started to nod. “Okay, I’ll be there.” He went to move off in the direction he had been heading but found Leon’s hand was still wrapped around his bicep. Leon looked down at his hand when he felt Mordred’s movement and quickly released his grip and clasped his hands behind his back before he turned to watch as Mordred continued to walk away, looking back at him.
“Will there be swords this time?” Mordred called back as an afterthought.
“Might be best if we stick to quarterstaffs this time,” Leon said with a smile.
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Arthur had indeed given the newest Knights a proper flogging as he put them through their paces the following morning. Mordred looked exhausted when he arrived in the hall where everyone was eating lunch.
“Are you still up for practicing your footwork?” Leon asked when Mordred sat down diagonally opposite him.
“I might need a bit of time after lunch to recover from this morning,” Mordred replied.
“You don’t want to wait for the sun to get too low.”
“I’ll come out, don’t worry,” Mordred attempted to reassure him, but Leon wasn’t entirely convinced. Mordred focused on his food after that and they ate in silence thereafter.
Leon finished first. “I’ll see you out there, Mordred.”
Mordred raised his head and nodded at the older Knight. This reassured Leon and he headed for the furthest practice field from the castle.
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Leon had found a couple of wooden staffs in the weapons room. One lay on the ground, while he held the other and practiced the basic movements -which by now, came as second nature to him- he wanted to teach Mordred. He was concentrating so hard on watching the movements he was making with his feet; he didn’t notice Mordred’s approach. The distinct sound of wood against wood made him look up and fade backwards as if trying to dodge a blow.
An amused smile crossed Mordred’s face, delighting in being able to make the experienced Knight jump.
Leon noticed Mordred’s hair was damp as the afternoon sun reflected off his soft curls. He also saw his clothes, hauberk and boots were all clean. Assuming they were a second set, Leon wondered how Mordred had managed that luxury in such a short space of time, especially the hauberk and boots.
Mordred spoke first. “You ready?”
“Yes,” Leon said shortly, still not impressed with Mordred’s effort to deliberately sneak up on him.
They eyed each other for a few long seconds and then Leon spoke again. “Well, let’s start with your stance. Move your feet into your current natural stance.” Leon pointed his staff at Mordred’s feet.
The young Knight looked down at how his feet were currently and moved them so his right foot was only slightly in front of his left, shoulder width apart.
Leon shook his head. “Your natural stance has to be secure and strong so your enemies aren’t able to throw you off balance easily. What hand do you prefer your sword in?” Mordred showed Leon the staff in his right hand. “Then you need to have your left foot forward and your right foot back then.”
Leon watched as Mordred moved his left foot forward. “Your feet are too close. Move them further apart, slightly.” Mordred compiled. “Right, now keep your left foot facing straight and move your right foot half a foot back. Great, now turn your right foot out about half way… that’s it. How does that feel?”
Mordred shrugged. “Not bad.”
“If you remember anything from this, remember this stance. You need to make it second nature because every other move stems from it. It is your neutral stance, I suppose.”
Leon went on to try and teach Mordred the best ways to advance and retreat, pivot, lunge and fade. By the time the sun slid behind the trees, the neutral stance seemed to be stamped into Mordred’s brain and he was able to loosen up and concentrate more when Leon acted as an attacker.
Given the light was fading, Leon suggested they leave the rest of the lesson for another day. “How about we head down to the tavern for a small celebration?”
“Are you sure Arthur won’t mind?” Mordred asked, a little cautious about putting a foot wrong.
“As long as you don’t let it interfere with your duties the following day, Arthur is usually fine with the Knights having a few drinks after dark.” Leon started walking across the field, back towards the armoury to put the quarterstaffs back where he’d found them. Mordred fell into step beside him. “The trick is knowing when you’ve had enough. You’ll find Gwaine isn’t great at that, but his talents seem to keep him in Arthur’s good books.”
Mordred gave Leon a quizzical look but Leon didn’t elaborate.
When they finally reached the tavern, Leon order a jug of mead and told Mordred to grab the two cups as he held the jug steady while crossing the busy room to an empty table in the back corner. He liked being out of the way and also liked to keep everything in front of him. Mordred sat to the side, with his back to the other wall, so he could see Leon but also face the room like the older Knight.
Leon poured mead into their cups before holding his up in a toast. “To good footwork.”
“To good footwork,” Mordred repeated then took a swig of the fine, sweet-spiced drink. It wasn’t his drink of choice, but he wasn’t about to complain. Leon took a large swig.
“Mead is generally quiet good here,” Leon commented. “I find it helps ease the aches after a hard day.”
“I thought wine would be better for that,” Mordred said looking at the contents of his cup.
“Ah, that’s what I thought when I was younger too. It does numb the pain well at night, but tends to leave you with a headache the following morning. Mead doesn’t do that so much.”
“What made you switch?”
“Didn’t have enough coin on me for wine one night. The barman offered mead as a cheaper substitute so I took the offer. One of the best decisions I’ve made. No headache the next morning even though I drank more than I usually would have if it had of been wine and my head actually felt a lot clearer throughout the day. Now I only drink wine on special occasions. Have saved a bit of coin over the years too.”
“Wow…” Mordred exclaimed quietly. There was a silence in which both Knights drank and then Mordred’s curiosity got the better of him. “So, how long have you been a Knight of Camelot?” he asked. His body leant into the table, waiting for Leon’s answer.
“More years than I care to count,” Leon declared with amusement.
“Have you been in many battles?”
“Too many,” Leon said. Memories flooded his brain and he emptied the rest of the mead from his cup then poured himself more. He saw Mordred’s face turn from being curious to concern so added as an afterthought. “Most have been small, like defending borders and that sort of thing.”
The concern on Mordred’s face faded to deadpan as he asked his next question. “Have you done things you regret?”
Leon took his time deciding how to best to answer that question, asked by the seemingly innocent and inexperienced new recruit. “I swore an oath to the King and to Camelot. One may not always agree with the King’s ruling, but one has a duty.”
Mordred contemplated Leon’s answer over more of the mead. His expression remained impassive.
“Why did you become a Knight?” Mordred finally asked after pouring what was left of the jug’s contents into his cup.
“Same reason most of the older Knight’s did. We were born noble and our fathers served before us. Or in some cases, their fathers were still Knights when they were knighted. My father was one of Uther’s most loyal Knights and I grew up around the castle. I was friends with Arthur and Morgana growing up and when I was old enough, I was more than willing to serve Camelot.”
Mordred watched more keenly as Leon opened up about his childhood. Leon continued. “I made my father teach me how to fight with a sword. I have a couple of scars from when I was a bit too slow with my footwork and my father misjudged his movements. Gaius had to sew the wound closed. He said I was lucky I was young when it happened since it was more likely to heal fully. Had it been my father with the injury, it may not have.”
Leon looked into the empty jug and signalled the barman for another. “Enough about me. What brought you to Camelot?”
“Arthur,” Mordred answered simply. Leon smiled. He had already heard the tale, but it was good to hear confirmation first-hand. “He is a good King,” Mordred continued. “Camelot seems to thrive under his rule.”
Mordred’s face softened a little and Leon thought it made him look years younger. His stoic mask made him look worn. Leon felt the urge to loosen all the muscles on Mordred’s face; to make his smile reach his eyes.
“He is a great King.” Leon agreed. “Very different from Uther’s way of ruling. I am quite honoured to be able to serve him because he truly serves the Kingdom.”
They continued to talk about Kingdom. Mordred asked about Leon’s life as a Knight and prodded him for details about the fighting he had done. Leon couldn’t resist the pleading face Mordred put on when he thought Leon didn’t want to answer a question; though the smile he got as a reward made it worth answering them. They consumed two more jugs of mead and Leon ordered a fourth, thinking it was getting late and it should be their last.
When the jug arrived, Leon picked it up to pour some of the mead into Mordred’s cup but miss judged the distance. The mead hit the far edge of the cup and splashed on to the table. “Hey, watch it,” Mordred exclaimed. “You’re getting more on the table than in my cup.”
Leon stood and leaned over towards Mordred to assess his mistake. He forgot out the mostly full jug of mead in his hand and as he started to apologies, he tipped the jug up so more of its contents came pouring out, onto Mordred this time. The mead sank through the links in Mordred’s hauberk before could react. The young Knight jumped up, pushed his seat back and grabbed the jug, making sure it was the right way up before pulling it out of Leon’s hand and placing it on the table. His pants were splashed with mead in the process.
Leon looked at him a bit dazed but quickly started stammering that he was sorry when he noticed parts of his clothes were sodden. Mordred half glared, half smiled at him.
“I’m really sorry,” Leon tried again.
“Its fine,” Mordred sighed. He looked down at his clothes again. “I think I better head back to the castle now."
“That’s probably a good idea. I’ll come with you. Mead can stain and be a pain to get out of your clothes.” Mordred had started walking for the door and Leon followed. Before leaving, he placed a couple of handfuls of coins on the bar, more than what the drinks were worth, and then hurried out the door to catch up with Mordred.
Leon soon caught up and fell into step beside Mordred. “You know, I know a handmaiden who has learnt a few tricks over the years with stains in clothes. She usually brings back my mead stained clothes back spotless. I could have her clean your things for you.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I can manage.”
“No, really, I’ve had a few of my favourite shirts ruined by mead because I took my time to get them washed.”
Mordred looked at Leon. “It’s okay. I can live with a few stains.”
“I don’t think Arthur would be impressed,” Leon tried.
Mordred thought about that one but didn’t reply. When they got to the castle, Mordred proceeded towards his chambers. He knew Leon was following him when they reached the second floor and Leon didn’t continue up the stairs to the third floor to his chamber. Instead he turned left with Mordred.
They reached door to Mordred’s chambers and Mordred looked back at Leon. “Goodnight,” he said suggestively.
“Not just yet,” Leon said without skipping a beat. “You have to let me take your clothes to the handmaiden. She owes me a couple of favours so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
Mordred rolled his eyes and opened his door. Before he could turn to close it, Leon had filed into his chambers.
“Really, Leon. It’s okay. You can go,” Mordred tried to dissuade the tall, blonde Knight.
“No, it’s not. We need to get these things off you so I can get them cleaned for you,” Leon insisted. He walked over to where Mordred was standing and started fiddling with the belt around his waist. Mordred wasn’t sure what was happening and didn’t think resisting would be easy, given how persistent Leon had been about getting his clothes cleaned for him.
Leon managed to unclasp the belt in no time. He dropped it to the floor and then grabbed the bottom of Mordred’s hauberk.
“Err…” Mordred started before his face was covered with the wet chains. He felt the tug under his arms and reluctantly lifted them so Leon could pull the heavy metal off him and over his head. That too found its way to the floor, more noisily than the belt.
With the hauberk now removed, it was much easier for Leon to see the outline of Mordred’s body. He had already studied his face keenly over the day and from the time he had arrived in Camelot, but he had little time to study the younger man’s body.
He found it was more solid than he had expected. Where he thought the metal garment hung off the man’s body, he saw that it was actually rather fitted. It was easy to see through the wet shirt and pants that Mordred wasn’t as big a push over as Leon had first imagined. He scanned his eyes down Mordred’s body; pecks and nipples visible through thin fabric, abs showing where it was wet and a slight bulge between his legs where the mead soaked pants stuck to his groin and thighs.
Leon closed the distance between them again and reached for the string on Mordred’s pants. Mordred didn’t protest like Leon thought he might. He seemed to have given in to Leon’s insistence about washing his clothes. But that was far from Leon’s mind now. His hands brushed lightly against Mordred’s partial erection and he heard a small, involuntary in-take of breath. Leon looked up to better understand Mordred’s reaction. Their blue eyes locked and, before Leon knew it, he was getting closer and closer to those big blue eyes.
His lips met with Mordred’s, who’s were slightly parted and unexpectedly soft. Full of surprises, Leon thought.
Mordred’s first instinct was to pull away. He took a step back and tried to pull out of the kiss at the same time but his teeth scraped Leon’s bottom lip encouraging him instead.
When Mordred moved back from him, Leon took the opportunity to grab the bottom of his shirt and accidently brushed Mordred’s erection again (or was that deliberately) before pulling it up. Mordred complied, only slightly reluctant, lifting his arms so the fabric could be lifted over his head and thrown on to the pile.
Leon pressed their bodies together and started to run his hand through Mordred’s dark curls as he kissed him again. The kiss had more heat in it this time. He felt Mordred ease into it and start to respond. His mouth opened wider, trying to devour more of Leon than he had been expecting. As much as he enjoyed the response, Leon needed more air so he reluctantly pulled away from Mordred’s mouth and slowly moved down and along his jaw to his ear. Leon traced the muscles in Mordred’s neck with his tongue and when he found his pulse, gave it a few short licks before placing his lips around it and softly sucking, which elicited a low moan from Mordred’s lips.
Leon wasn’t sure how he had managed to persuade Mordred into this situation but he revelled in knowing he could have this sort of influence.
Mordred started to grind his hips into Leon’s. He needed a release; a real release, since he had to keep his magic secret. The mead had been just enough to lower his inhibitions to the point where he didn’t particularly mind that it was Leon that would be the one to give it to him. From the part in their conversation where he had mentioned having regrets and Leon have given him a rather diplomatic answer, he gathered Leon wouldn’t be one to judge him for having magic. At least, not with Arthur as King and not like he once might have under Uther’s rule. He still thought it better for Leon not to know the truth, but at this point it was irrelevant to what they were doing.
Leon distracted his thoughts by licking one long stripe from his pulse up the side of his neck to his ear and started to nibble on his earlobe. Mordred gently moved his ear away from Leon and moved his head so he could meet the other man’s lips again. It was then that he realised Leon was still fully clothed and that just wouldn’t do. He pressed his lips more forcefully into Leon’s. He pushed Leon’s body back a few inches so he could make short work of his belt before he pulled the hauberk up enough to grab hold of the shirt underneath as well. Breaking from the kiss, he pulled the garments over the taller man’s head and chucked them onto the pile with his own clothes.
Mordred took a moment to admire the pale skin, the rough hair and the definition on Leon’s chest. The hair trailed down his stomach and disappeared into disappeared into the waist of his trousers. Mordred smirked at Leon, which he couldn’t resist. Leon closed the distance between them again and kissed the smirk off Mordred’s face.
Hands travelled over bare backs and through curly locks as mouths, tongues and teeth kissed, sucked, licked and bit at each other. Mordred continued to grind against Leon and Leon ground back, but soon that wasn’t enough to satisfy.
Leon was the first to give in and reach for the strings on the fronts of Mordred’s breeches. He fumbled with them, rubbing his hands over Mordred’s length as he did, prompting more moans from Mordred’s throat. When he finally got them loose, he put one hand around Mordred’s erection, causing Mordred to gasp with pleasure, and pushed the pants down off his hips with the other.
Leon started to stroke him while he kissed and sucked around his right collarbone before moving down towards the left side of his chest. Mordred’s breathing started to become heavier and he let out a whimper when he felt Leon’s tongue dart across his nipple. His breath caught as Leon encompassed the same nipple with his hot mouth and then sucked and licked at the sensitive skin there while he continued to pump Mordred’s hard length.
Mordred let out a long groan. Leon felt the pre-cum on his hand and Mordred arched his chest closer to Leon’s mouth, his hips thrust into his hand. “Leon,” Mordred whimpered and then moaned as Leon quickened the pace.
Leon continued until he was sure Mordred was on the verge of exploding and removed his hand from around his prick and his mouth away from Mordred’s chest.
Mordred whimpered, “Leon, please.” He half fell into the other man as he tried to remove the material still covering Leon’s bottom half.
Leon watched Mordred’s fumbling hands and his pulsing cock rubbing against his groin. He only lasted about seven seconds before he was pushing Mordred’s hands away. He grabbed the younger man’s waist, guided him over to his bed and threw him backwards onto the mattress. Then he proceeded to remove his trousers before climbing on the bed and straddling Mordred close enough to his hips so he could hold their cocks together and stroke them at the same time.
Once he got a rhythm, he leant over and licked a quick line up the middle of Mordred’s chest. This made Mordred arch his back for more and Leon obliged, licking stipes across his chest and over his ribs. He had to let go of his own length so that he could slide further down to move his mouth over the soft skin and tight muscles of Mordred’s stomach. Mordred whimpered at the loss but gasped as Leon continued further down, engulfing the head of his cock with his lips.
Leon swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum and giving a soft moan of approval. Mordred’s head lolled back and his hands reached for Leon’s thick, luscious strawberry blonde curls. He wanted Leon to take more of him into his mouth but Leon had other ideas. He placed both hands on Mordred’s hips and when Mordred tried to push his head down, Leon pushed his hips further into the bed.
It took three times, with Mordred panting and whimpering a little more each time before he finally pleaded, “Pleeeease! Oh fuck, Leon, please just take me!”
Leon smiled with his mouth still around Mordred’s cock. He gave the tip one more lick before removing his mouth altogether.
“Nooo,” Mordred protested. He looked down to watch Leon stand at the end of the bed as if he were waiting for something, his member fully erect and pointing skywards. Mordred’s frown changed to a smirk and he practically leaped off the bed into Leon’s arms.
He kissed the other man fiercely then tossed him onto the bed, falling on top of him. Mordred continued their feverish snogging as he manoeuvred them so Leon’s head rested on the pillow at the head of the bed. Once settled, Leon started to fondle Mordred’s arse cheeks and thrust his hips upwards so he ground against Mordred’s groin and vice versa.
Mordred didn’t know what Leon had planned but he knew he couldn’t take much more before he exploded. He lifted his hips off Leon’s and reached down to find and start to pump Leon’s prick. Leon took advantage of Mordred’s position and moved his fingers through the slightly parted crack to find Mordred’s tight hole. Mordred groaned when Leon’s finger started to trace circles around it, then he Sped up his hand movements which made Leon moan in return.
Leon watched Mordred’s hand around his dick, continuing the motions he was making with his own hand. Without realising it, Mordred moved further back into Leon’s caresses until he was too far back for Leon to get a comfortable angle with his wrist. Leon moved his hands to each of Mordred’s cheeks to nudge him forward and watched Mordred’s erection; the tip glistening with Leon’s saliva. He was torn between wanting to insert himself into Mordred’s tight arsehole or have Mordred fill his mouth.
As if responding to his thoughts, Mordred’s erection twitched. That was Leon’s decision made. He unhooked the hand Mordred had around his own dick, sat up and then guided the hand to the wall behind him while guiding Mordred’s hips closer to his face, which left Mordred standing, straddling his hips, knees bent.
Leon didn’t tease this time; he just opened his mouth wide and slid his lips as far down Mordred’s pulsing erection as his throat would let him. Mordred gasped and moaned with pleasure, lightly gripping Leon’s curls with the hand not supporting him on the wall. Leon wrapped the base of Mordred’s cock in his hand and moved his mouth back and forth, sucking and licking.
Mordred couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted his release and Leon was going to give it to him. He thrust lightly into Leon’s hot mouth at first but when Leon moaned around him, he took it as a sign for more. Mordred timed his thrusts so he pulled back at the same time Leon did and pushed forward into his mouth as Leon moved forward to engulf him.
The thrusts became shorter and faster. Leon’s hands moved to support Mordred’s back and arse. Mordred kept one hand on the wall and used the other on the back of Leon’s head to urge him further forward with each thrust.
Mordred felt himself hit the back of Leon’s throat, once, twice but it was the third time and the wandering tongue that made him feel the tightness in his balls then the heated sucking that threw him over the edge.
Leon expertly pulled back to catch a breath as Mordred pumped into his mouth one last time and then proceeded to suck him dry while he cried out in immense pleasure.
Leon let Mordred’s spent member fall from his mouth. He supported the other Knight as he moved to kneel and then guided Mordred down onto his knees as well before cradling him into his chest, both of them still panting from the effort.
Leon recovered first and began to lay soft kisses along Mordred’s shoulder. He ran his hands across the surprisingly smooth skin of Mordred’s back and let them trail down to the even smoother backside. Leon found the hole he had been circling earlier and, without warning, pushed a finger into it, causing Mordred to let out a sharp breath. His entrance was too tight for the finger to go far and Leon removed it as abruptly as he had inserted it.
He put his hand on either side of Mordred’s torso. “Turn around,” he commanded, firmly guiding Mordred as he obeyed. He placed a hand between Mordred’s shoulder blades and gave a small nudge. “Down.”
Mordred moved his torso parallel with the bed, resting on his forearms. He heard Leon moved behind him, felt his hand move down his spine and then pulled one cheek aside. The other hand was suddenly on the other cheek, pulling it aside as well to expose his hole to the cold air but it wasn’t cold for long.
He felt Leon’s hot breath behind him and then his wet tongue lick the length of his crack. Mordred collapsed on to his forearms and pushed his hips back towards Leon’s mouth. He felt Leon smile as he kissed his cheek and then placed his lips around his hole. He sucked and licked around and over it. When it was thoroughly wet, he pulled back and Mordred whimpered at the loss.
Leon replaced his mouth with a slick, wet finger which slid more easily inside him this time. He pulled it out and pushed it back in several times over. Then he added a second, using it to open Mordred further.
The younger Knight crooned unintelligibly and Leon couldn’t wait any longer to be inside him. He removed his fingers and quickly placed his length at Mordred’s prepared entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside and they both let out a cry of pleasure.
Leon took a moment to let Mordred get used to his size, but he waited too long because Mordred bucked back. “Move. Please?” he asked voice low and breathless. Leon obliged, pulling himself out slowly before thrusting back in hard and deep. It jolted Mordred’s whole body forward as well and he let out a long moan. Mordred braced himself for the next thrust and Leon found an easy rhythm. When Mordred started to push back, Leon drove into him harder and faster and found that sweet spot that made Mordred’s muscles spasm.
Leon could only manage three more thrusts before he came undone, spilling his seed inside Mordred’s constricting hole. He slumped over Mordred’s back as he waited for his heart to stop racing.
When it settled, he reluctantly rose and slipped out of Mordred. He reached for Mordred’s shoulder and gave it a short tug before he fell backwards, his head hitting the pillow. He watched through droopy eyes as Mordred rose gingerly, turned and crawled, still on his hands and knees, towards him. The sore body flopped onto the bed beside him and then Mordred curled into Leon, using his chest as a pillow. Leon wrapped his arms and legs around Mordred and pulled him closer.
Leon always took care of the special ones.
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~*inspired being*~