Kink Me! #2
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What does surprise her is that his longing look is directed at the young king.
The first week of Lancelot’s training as a newly-reinstated knight, Gwen keeps her eyes open. She sees the way he flushes from exertion, then flushes darker when Arthur offers him a smile and a compliment, his hand clasped on Lancelot’s shoulder. She sees the way Arthur looks happier than she remembers him being in months, enjoying the easy companionship.
Arthur is startled when she first suggests her plan. He takes her in his arms, kisses her, and tells her that he doesn’t need anyone else. She asks if he might enjoy someone else, because she’d really rather like to see that. Arthur, noble and loyal as he is, stays silent.
One week later, Gwen watches as her king lies back in submission; closes his eyes, lifts his hips, and gasps happily.
Lancelot is beautiful moving over him, and all the strong lines and lean flexes of muscle leave Gwen breathless from across the room. Without thinking, she rubs a thumb across one nipple, the way she can see Lancelot’s tongue agitating Arthur’s to tight peaks. Arthur slides his hand down Lancelot’s flank, curling in around the top of his thigh. Gwen’s hand drifts lower, between her own legs and back, and she sighs in tandem with her husband.
Arthur’s cockhead is bobbing against Lancelot’s long stomach and Gwen wants to reach out and touch, to feel them both. Arthur must see her looking, can read her like a book by now, because when she glances back up to his face he is gazing back, one hand outstretched in invitation.
She stands and steps towards the bed as Arthur’s hand clenches into a fist and his eyes flutter shut on a particularly good thrust.
Lancelot smiles up at her when she reaches them, and all three keep smiling, pressed together in the king’s soft bed, late into the night.
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Apologies if my favouritism for Arthur came across too clearly in this piece! I hope you like it.
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my love for him is kind of scary
*stares at life-size cardboard cut out of Captain Jack Harkness I got for my birthday yesterday* ...I know what you mean. :D
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Anyway, a lovely ficlet and with a great 'mists of avalon' feel to it.
also no need to apologise for Arthur favouritism, you can only apologise if there is a lack of it ;)
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