"Getting demanding, aren't we," Lancelot teased, making quick work of Arthur's trousers. "Your wish is my command, commander."
He let his lips curl into what he knew was an irrisistable grin, before curling two fingers, one after another, over Arthur's erection, letting his thumb slide languidly over the underside before flicking over the head.
Arthur tried to voice a sound of happiness, but jumped when the other man's hands surrounded him.
"Guh-" he garbled out, then laughed, deep in his throat. "If only....you were...s-so compliant about every command- ah," he finished, sinking one hand into Lancelot's hair, rubbing it slowly about, but careful to avoid the bump on the back.
He writhed at the expert touch, and screwed his eyes closed.
Arthur opened his eyes, and was taken by the amount of heat in the brown eyes that met his.
He hissed as he neared completion, and clenched his hands, which he dropped helplessly to his sides, his body seemingly not under his control - he was dictated by the soft yet torturous touch of the other man.
He kept his eyes locked on Arthur's, watching them glaze over, watching Arthur's walls come down, watching the man's control disappear - with no small amount of satisfaction.
He let his strokes get rougher and faster, bringing Arthur up to his climax expertly, waiting to watch his world break and shatter - waiting to watch Arthur come undone.
Stars filled his vision as he came, spilling over the other man's hand.
The room shrunk to nothing but the touch on his body, and the smell and feel of Lancelot's presence next to him.
He crashed over for seemingly endless moments, not able to do anything but moan and flop as he felt his mind release itself in time with his body.
"God," he breathed finally, trying to calm his racing heart. He met Lancelot's eyes again, which were shining with what Arthur assumed was satisfaction, and pulled the other man to him.
"I love you," he whispered. "- always have." He sighed contentedly against Lancelot's hair.
Lancelot allowed himself a small smile, his heart giving a tiny stutter at the words. Even though it still doubted - he couldn't help it - the words still touched him.
"I'm glad," he whispered back, making himself comfortable, drawing from Arthur's heat - the chill of the nightmare long in his memories. I'll give you this for as long as you need it. I'll be here for as long as you'll let me.
"You look content for once," he noted, only half teasing, running the back of a finger gently down Arthur's cheek. "I'm glad."
"I'm not always dour, am I?" Arthur said, frowning. He was having a hard time forming coherent sentances - his heart was still triphammering in his chest.
"Blast," he muttered. "It's not the way I mean to be."
He rolled onto his side, facing the other man.
Cocking an eyebrow, he realized Lancelot was still half dressed.
Without saying a word, he reached down and unbuckled the man's belt, his eyes never wavering from Lancelot's, and divested him of his trousers.
"Better," he sighed, and nuzzled in next to the other man. "Just let me - catch my breath."
"I was joking," Lancelot replied, letting Arthur rid him of his trousers. He at looked Arthur, flushed, still breathing slightly hard, eyes bright. His hand rested on Arthur's heart, feeling it slow slightly.
It was a good feeling - and it was an even better sight.
"It's alright, take your time. I'm not in any hurry," he added, still watching Arthur with a smile.
He let his lips curl into what he knew was an irrisistable grin, before curling two fingers, one after another, over Arthur's erection, letting his thumb slide languidly over the underside before flicking over the head.
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"Guh-" he garbled out, then laughed, deep in his throat. "If only....you were...s-so compliant about every command- ah," he finished, sinking one hand into Lancelot's hair, rubbing it slowly about, but careful to avoid the bump on the back.
He writhed at the expert touch, and screwed his eyes closed.
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Know it's me you're seeing.
He wrapped his hand more securely around Arthur's cock, stroking slowly, taking his time, trying to draw as many moans as he could from the other man.
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He hissed as he neared completion, and clenched his hands, which he dropped helplessly to his sides, his body seemingly not under his control - he was dictated by the soft yet torturous touch of the other man.
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He let his strokes get rougher and faster, bringing Arthur up to his climax expertly, waiting to watch his world break and shatter - waiting to watch Arthur come undone.
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The room shrunk to nothing but the touch on his body, and the smell and feel of Lancelot's presence next to him.
He crashed over for seemingly endless moments, not able to do anything but moan and flop as he felt his mind release itself in time with his body.
"God," he breathed finally, trying to calm his racing heart. He met Lancelot's eyes again, which were shining with what Arthur assumed was satisfaction, and pulled the other man to him.
"I love you," he whispered. "- always have." He sighed contentedly against Lancelot's hair.
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"I'm glad," he whispered back, making himself comfortable, drawing from Arthur's heat - the chill of the nightmare long in his memories. I'll give you this for as long as you need it. I'll be here for as long as you'll let me.
"You look content for once," he noted, only half teasing, running the back of a finger gently down Arthur's cheek. "I'm glad."
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"Blast," he muttered. "It's not the way I mean to be."
He rolled onto his side, facing the other man.
Cocking an eyebrow, he realized Lancelot was still half dressed.
Without saying a word, he reached down and unbuckled the man's belt, his eyes never wavering from Lancelot's, and divested him of his trousers.
"Better," he sighed, and nuzzled in next to the other man. "Just let me - catch my breath."
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It was a good feeling - and it was an even better sight.
"It's alright, take your time. I'm not in any hurry," he added, still watching Arthur with a smile.
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