Hidden?
Title: Hidden?
Pairing/Character: Gwaine/Percival
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, M/M Sex
Prompt: 10. Hidden
Link to Table? HERE
Summary: When given the task to clean the stables, Percival and Gwaine take advantage of some most needed time alone.
A/N: 665 Words...Unbeta’d and naughty...that’s how I roll. Yep, I totally just said that! My title probably needs work but nothing would come to me.
Gwaine groaned rather loudly, the feel of Percival’s hand against his cock and mouth against his neck driving him nearly insane. He fumbled with Percival’s trousers, wanting so desperately to feel him.
“Shh,” Percival shushed him softly, covering his mouth with his own, “You’ll have us caught, our heads on the block. If Arthur knew...”
At the moment, Percival was Arthur and Merlin’s knight of choice for their shared enjoyment and as such had been instructed to refrain from any ‘activities’ outside their bedroom.
“Gods Percival,” Gwaine gasped against his lover’s neck, “Why must you torture me so?”
“You are the one taking far too much time removing my trousers,” He smirked, lifting and pressing Gwaine against the wall with absolute ease, preparing him for his thick cock.
Gwaine chuckled and was silenced once again by the pressing of Percival’s lips to his own.
“Please Percy,” Gwaine muttered softly, gripping the larger man’s shoulders, “please don’t make me wait.”
Percival nodded, “You must be quiet or I promise to leave you here unsatisfied.” He smiled, knowing he could never walk away from Gwaine but he knew the threat of it would silence his lover.
Gwaine gave a quick nod, stifling a wanton groan as he felt the slick heat of Percival’s cock pressing into him.
“Much better,” Percival whispered into Gwaine’s ear, slowly rocking his hips, “I have missed you.”
Whimpering, Gwaine nodded, “And I you. I-I certainly understand why they want you.” He managed a smile, gasping as he felt Percival’s cock slide into his prostate.
“I would much rather have only you,” Percival admitted softly, gazing into Gwaine’s eyes.
Gwaine wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Percival and kissed him firmly on the lips, exploring his mouth with an eager tongue and resisting the urge to moan loudly.
Percival returned the kiss and thrust a bit harder, making sure to strike Gwaine’s prostate with each thrust, keeping their lips pressed together to muffle their mutual moans.
“Harder,” Gwaine whispered into Percival’s ear, gasping for breath and then biting down on his lip to keep from crying out as his request was honoured.
“Cannot go so long without you again,” Percival’s words rushed from his lips and fell on Gwaine’s ear softly.
“Please,” Gwaine’s voice was strained and pleading, “don’t even...think about that now.”
“Agreed,” Percival murmured, groaning softly as his thigh muscles began to burn wonderfully.
Gwaine buried his face against Percival’s neck, muffling the loud moan that escaped his lips, trembling and knowing his orgasm was quickly approaching.
Percival could feel the tell tale signs, warmth flooding his insides as well, the possibility of being caught making all of this quite a bit more intense.
“Percival,” Gwaine groaned his name, his body jerking as he came, his head dropping back and Percival’s lips sealing over his just in time to cover his loud moan of pleasure.
Percival came as well, his lips pressing so hard against Gwaine’s he could taste blood. Gwaine gripped the back of his neck, whimpering softly and trembling still. He wanted to cling to this moment.
“I love you,” Percival whispered, his eyes locking on Gwaine’s.
“I know,” He nodded solemnly, “and I love you.” Gwaine caressed Percival’s cheek, smiling. “Now, put me down so we can make ourselves presentable. Would be ashamed to be caught now, wouldn’t it?”
Percival nodded, “Yes, I suppose it would.” He chuckled, carefully putting Gwaine on his feet and grabbing the small cloth he’d stolen away to help with cleanup.
“Next time, we need to get out of Camelot. I cannot stand being so quiet when we make love,” Gwaine spoke softly, dressing quickly and stealing another kiss.
“Agreed,” Percival nodded, returning the kiss. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
Gwaine nodded, smiling softly, “Off with you then.”
Percival kissed him deeply on the lips, sliding his tongue along Gwaine’s and allowing a low moan to escape his lips as he did so, smiling and waving as he left the stable.
Pairing/Character: Gwaine/Percival
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, M/M Sex
Prompt: 10. Hidden
Link to Table? HERE
Summary: When given the task to clean the stables, Percival and Gwaine take advantage of some most needed time alone.
A/N: 665 Words...Unbeta’d and naughty...that’s how I roll. Yep, I totally just said that! My title probably needs work but nothing would come to me.
Gwaine groaned rather loudly, the feel of Percival’s hand against his cock and mouth against his neck driving him nearly insane. He fumbled with Percival’s trousers, wanting so desperately to feel him.
“Shh,” Percival shushed him softly, covering his mouth with his own, “You’ll have us caught, our heads on the block. If Arthur knew...”
At the moment, Percival was Arthur and Merlin’s knight of choice for their shared enjoyment and as such had been instructed to refrain from any ‘activities’ outside their bedroom.
“Gods Percival,” Gwaine gasped against his lover’s neck, “Why must you torture me so?”
“You are the one taking far too much time removing my trousers,” He smirked, lifting and pressing Gwaine against the wall with absolute ease, preparing him for his thick cock.
Gwaine chuckled and was silenced once again by the pressing of Percival’s lips to his own.
“Please Percy,” Gwaine muttered softly, gripping the larger man’s shoulders, “please don’t make me wait.”
Percival nodded, “You must be quiet or I promise to leave you here unsatisfied.” He smiled, knowing he could never walk away from Gwaine but he knew the threat of it would silence his lover.
Gwaine gave a quick nod, stifling a wanton groan as he felt the slick heat of Percival’s cock pressing into him.
“Much better,” Percival whispered into Gwaine’s ear, slowly rocking his hips, “I have missed you.”
Whimpering, Gwaine nodded, “And I you. I-I certainly understand why they want you.” He managed a smile, gasping as he felt Percival’s cock slide into his prostate.
“I would much rather have only you,” Percival admitted softly, gazing into Gwaine’s eyes.
Gwaine wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Percival and kissed him firmly on the lips, exploring his mouth with an eager tongue and resisting the urge to moan loudly.
Percival returned the kiss and thrust a bit harder, making sure to strike Gwaine’s prostate with each thrust, keeping their lips pressed together to muffle their mutual moans.
“Harder,” Gwaine whispered into Percival’s ear, gasping for breath and then biting down on his lip to keep from crying out as his request was honoured.
“Cannot go so long without you again,” Percival’s words rushed from his lips and fell on Gwaine’s ear softly.
“Please,” Gwaine’s voice was strained and pleading, “don’t even...think about that now.”
“Agreed,” Percival murmured, groaning softly as his thigh muscles began to burn wonderfully.
Gwaine buried his face against Percival’s neck, muffling the loud moan that escaped his lips, trembling and knowing his orgasm was quickly approaching.
Percival could feel the tell tale signs, warmth flooding his insides as well, the possibility of being caught making all of this quite a bit more intense.
“Percival,” Gwaine groaned his name, his body jerking as he came, his head dropping back and Percival’s lips sealing over his just in time to cover his loud moan of pleasure.
Percival came as well, his lips pressing so hard against Gwaine’s he could taste blood. Gwaine gripped the back of his neck, whimpering softly and trembling still. He wanted to cling to this moment.
“I love you,” Percival whispered, his eyes locking on Gwaine’s.
“I know,” He nodded solemnly, “and I love you.” Gwaine caressed Percival’s cheek, smiling. “Now, put me down so we can make ourselves presentable. Would be ashamed to be caught now, wouldn’t it?”
Percival nodded, “Yes, I suppose it would.” He chuckled, carefully putting Gwaine on his feet and grabbing the small cloth he’d stolen away to help with cleanup.
“Next time, we need to get out of Camelot. I cannot stand being so quiet when we make love,” Gwaine spoke softly, dressing quickly and stealing another kiss.
“Agreed,” Percival nodded, returning the kiss. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
Gwaine nodded, smiling softly, “Off with you then.”
Percival kissed him deeply on the lips, sliding his tongue along Gwaine’s and allowing a low moan to escape his lips as he did so, smiling and waving as he left the stable.