Kink Me! #35

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Kink Me! #35
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At Camlann 9/?

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Arthur threw himself into swimming some serious laps, every so often glancing towards the figure on the rock. He'd crossed the length of the pond five times before it dawned on him that he didn't even know the man's name. And that he was only swimming laps because the cheeky bastard had suggested it, which meant…

For some unfathomable reason, Arthur was trying to impress him. Goddammit.

It was clearly a wasted effort though. Whenever Arthur looked the man was still lying face down, head pillowed on his arms. Asleep, by all appearances, or at the very least determined to ignore him.

Arthur told himself that this was just fine - ideal, really - because hadn't he wanted to get away from everyone? To relax?

He slowed his pace. He lingered in the warmer shallows at one end of the pond, digging his toes into the silky mud, rummaging for small stones to toss high in the air. He watched them arc up over the water before the inevitable drop and splash.

When his belly reminded him that he had yet to eat breakfast, he started back towards the meadow shore. He couldn’t resist swimming near the rock on the way though, sneaking another look at the man's long limbs, his knobbly joints and jaunty bum, the elegant lines of his back and neck.

Most of the men Arthur knew with that build were still trying to rock the twink vibe, spending a fortune down the gym or on personal trainers, shaving and plucking and waxing lest they be accused of being too butch. Arthur wasn't the sort to tell another man where he should or shouldn’t wield his razor, but he actually liked a bit of body hair. He liked the tickle and scratch of it against his skin, the sensation of it under his fingers, the way it held scent.

This bloke's hair was either very there or absent altogether, an appealing contrast between dark and light. It covered his legs like a fine pair of stockings, and the lush growth on his head and under his arms hinted at what lay down below, between his -

"What d'you want now?" The man turned his head suddenly, blinking down at Arthur.