Fic: Birthday Presents (3/3)
Title: Birthday Presents - Part 3
Author: wastingyourgum
Characters/Pairings: Little John/Legrand
Rating: NC17
Genre: AU, Slash
Warnings: Slash, strong language, BDSM (just spanking - nothing outrageous)
Words: 2184
Disclaimer: I'm making nothing for myself except trouble. Little John belongs to legend. Legrand belongs to Tiger Aspect and the BBC...and John.
Summary: Legrand gave John to Eleanor for her birthday, now John's going to give him something in return...
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( Part 1... )
( Part 2... )
"You and I are going to have a few words about the difference between the English sense of humour and the French..." John leaned over and growled into his face. "For starters, I don't have a sense of humour..."
Legrand smiled. It may be the Queen who was downstairs celebrating but for some reason he felt like all his birthdays had come at once.
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John climbed off him. "You are such a pain in the arse sometimes, Guillaume... Of course I couldn't say 'no' to Her Majesty when you put me in that position! So I'm going to put you in a few different positions and you're going to find out just what 'pain in the arse' really means... Let's see how you like it!"
He slapped Legrand's backside again. "Although knowing you, you'll probably like it just fine, you perverted bugger."
Legrand grinned into his pillow. Should he try and pretend to be contrite or continue being cheeky?
Ah...fuck it.
"I'm not the one who came like a prize bull after he was tied to a bed and fucked by two different people. You seemed to like having my cock in your mouth while the Queen rode you, John."
John grabbed his hair again and tilted his head backwards. "Am I going to have to find something to gag you with? You just can't keep that big mouth shut, can you?"
"You should know."
"Mmm, I do know...Here." John knelt by Legrand's head and pushed himself to the Frenchman's lips. Legrand smirked and did not open his mouth. "Oh, it's like that, is it?" said John, with a raised eyebrow. He pinched Legrand's nose shut and though Legrand successfully held his breath for a minute or two, turning bright red in the process, he eventually exhaled noisily. John let go of his nose and forced himself into the blond's warm mouth.
Legrand playfully pressed his teeth to John's cock, just enough to be felt. "Ahhh..." John gasped. "Do that again and I'll pinch your nose and not let go!" Legrand smiled and started gently sucking at his English lover's length, revelling in the soft groans he drew from the older man.
John was extremely tempted just to stay where he was but he had other plans in mind for his helpless partner. He withdrew from Legrand's mouth and moved to kneel behind him, straddling his left thigh. He admired Legrand's buttocks as they gently clenched while Legrand moaned softly and pressed himself into the bed.
"You do have a very nice arse."
"Merci."
"Shame I'm going to have to do this to it." John raised his hand and slapped it across Legrand's right cheek with a resounding smack. Legrand groaned loudly.
"Nice noise - think I'll do it again." John saw Legrand's muscles tighten in anticipation so he deliberately waited a second and as soon as he saw the Frenchman relax slightly, let his hand fly. This time he got a small yelp from the knight squirming underneath him.
"Mmm, first one was better," John said, critically. He shifted his weight slightly and used his left hand against Legrand's left cheek. His reward was a gasp, followed by another deep groan.
John started gently rubbing Legrand's glowing backside. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Admit it."
"Never," came Legrand's muffled voice from the pillow.
"No? I am." John spanked Legrand again, three times to each side. The Frenchman whimpered slightly at the heat coming from his buttocks. John put his hands on the bed on either side of Legrand's chest and pushed himself against his backside. The warmth of the blond's skin felt delicious as he slowly ground his hips against him. "I'm going to spank your arse till it glows like a smith's furnace, Legrand... and then... I'm going to fuck it." He leaned over and lightly kissed the side of his lover's face which was glowing almost as much as his rear. "Hard."
A shudder ran through Legrand's long body at John's soft words, making the former outlaw chuckle.
"And because you are such a deviant bastard," John continued. "You're going to beg me to do it."
Legrand shook his head.
"Come on... tell me you want it," John coaxed him.
"Go to hell, you filthy English peasant," Legrand said, slowly.
John smiled enormously - he'd expected nothing less.
"'Filthy English peasant'? Is that right? Well this 'filthy English peasant' has you trussed up like a goose and hard as granite at the thought of what he's going to do to you."
John leaned on his left elbow and ran his right hand over the back of Legrand's neck and across his shoulders. His fingers trailed down the broad back in front of him and finished by grabbing one tightening buttock. He could feel the Frenchman writhing with pleasure under his touch.
He leaned in close to Legrand's ear and whispered huskily to him, "Come on Legrand, just admit it - you want my rough, sweaty hands all over you. You don't want some fancy, soft-skinned little noble. You want a hard shag from a big, hairy outlaw, don't you?"
Legrand moaned slightly with desire but replied, "You're not that big."
John laughed at his younger friend's nerve. "We'll have to see about that..."
He reached over to the bedside table for the small bottle of oil that sat there but his hand stopped as he reconsidered. "Actually, I don't think you should see at all... and I don't trust you to keep your eyes shut if you're told to." He looked around the bed and spotted the scarf that had been used to blindfold him earlier, lying in a heap on the floor. He stretched down and retrieved it then doubled it over and firmly tied it around Legrand's head. "Great shame to cover up those pretty blue eyes of yours but as you taught me earlier, sometimes it's best not to see things coming."
He drew his fist back and punched down hard towards Legrand's head, stopping mere inches from his face. Legrand didn't even flinch.
John smiled and picked up the bottle of oil, shaking it next to Legrand's ear so he could hear the liquid sloshing inside it. He sat back up between Legrand's legs, poured a little oil into his cupped palm and then spread it between his hands, gently warming it.
Legrand held his breath slightly in anticipation but he was completely surprised by John's next move.
John stepped off the bed and his large hands started slowly kneading Legrand's right calf muscle.
"John? What are you...?"
"Shut up or I'll go get some lunch and leave you here." He slowly worked his way up Legrand's right leg, his firm fingers rubbing the tension from the Frenchman's muscles. He came tantalisingly close but stopped just short of touching Legrand's tender backside. As he pressed and pushed at the knight's inner thigh John deliberately let his fingers brush against Legrand's hard length, making the bound blond moan with frustration.
He worked his way up Legrand's left leg in similar fashion, again just brushing his fingertips against the Frenchman's throbbing member, then warmed some more oil on his hands and started on Legrand's lower back.
Legrand was torn between the conflicting sensations coming from his body. On the one hand he felt increasingly relaxed as John's hands continued to ply at his body, easing the knots from his muscles. On the other, the feeling of the ropes around his wrists and ankles, spreading him helpless on the bed and the light, teasing touches against his cock and backside had him groaning with need.
John climbed on top of him again, this time straddling his back and started working on his shoulders. Legrand grunted as John's thumbs made warming circles deep in his muscles. He sighed in contentment as John finished by gently kneading the muscles in the back of his neck, up into his hairline.
"Good?" John asked him.
Legrand nodded. "Mmmm."
"Good," John said as he sat back down the bed between Legrand's legs. "Hm, that nice healthy glow has gone..." Legrand instantly tensed his muscles but he was a fraction of a second too late as John's hand came stinging down onto his backside again. John happily spanked Legrand's cheeks several more times then started firmly kneading his buttocks. He poured the oil directly over Legrand's glowing skin, slicking it across each side of his arse. As he worked deeper in to the muscles his hands strayed closer and closer together towards the middle of Legrand's body. Legrand shivered as John's thumbs finally touched together and ran up the crack of his arse.
He made a disappointed noise as John's hands left him but soon smiled as he felt John pushing another pillow under his hips. John very carefully made sure to "accidentally" brush both his fingers and the pillow against Legrand's now throbbing cock and was rewarded with another deep groan of need from his captive.
John knelt over Legrand's left thigh again and placed his left hand beside Legrand's chest. He leaned over and slipped one large finger into the cleft in the Frenchman's backside. Legrand gasped and tightened around it as John pressed it slowly into his helpless lover.
John gently probed and twisted with his finger then slowly inserted another alongside it. He started opening and closing them in a scissoring motion that had Legrand squirming and biting his lip with the effort of not begging for more.
John lay back down between Legrand's legs and pressed himself to the blond's entrance then he relaxed his arms, letting all his weight fall across Legrand's back. He ran his hands slowly up and down Legrand's sides, before sliding them under the French knight's armpits and grabbing hold of his shoulders from the front.
"Tell me you want me, you beautiful bastard," John whispered to him. "Don't tell me you want 'fucked', or' taken' - just tell me you want me."
Legrand smiled, turning his head so John could see his face. "I want you, John."
John flexed his biceps, pulling down hard on the Frenchman's firm shoulders and driving deep into him. Legrand gasped and moaned into the pillow with pleasure at the sudden fullness.
Legrand grunted at John's crushing weight on his back and with each successive thrust of John's hips as the older man's body slid against his oil-slicked back. John devoured his mouth while continuing to slide against him and into him and over him. The friction along his whole body heated up his already warm muscles and made the glow from his spanked backside burn with heat. He pictured himself in his mind's eye; bound and blindfolded against white linens, his long body shining with scented oil and covered by that of his dark-haired, bearded lover, John's biceps, thighs and buttocks tensing as he drove harder and harder into him.
John suddenly cried out and clutched at Legrand's shoulders, holding the younger man tight against him as he gasped and shuddered. Legrand could feel John's release pulsing deep within him as John rested his head against his back. Sweat dripped from John's brow and mingled with the oil and sweat on Legrand's skin.
John let out a long satisfied breath and kissed Legrand's shoulder blade before turning his head and resting his flushed cheek against the blond's glistening body. "Ohhh. I think... I'll just have another little nap..." John mumbled into Legrand's shoulder.
Legrand whined as he clenched his hips into the pillow propping him up. "John... please..."
"I'll get to you in a minute... Well, maybe an hour or so." John's voice sounded entirely serious but Legrand's heightened senses detected the shifting of John's cheek muscles against his shoulder and he knew John was smiling.
"Please, John. I'm sorry I tied you up for the Queen and I admit, I wanted you to take me from the second I woke up."
John lifted his head from Legrand's back and said in mock surprise, "Huh - who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? Was that a genuine apology?"
"Yes, John, it was. I'm genuinely sorry... Now will you please untie me or suck me off or something, for the love of God!"
"Well there's no need to sound like a stroppy serving wench - you just had to ask..." John laughed as he eased himself off his partner. He untied Legrand's ankles and got him to come up onto his knees before sliding under him, propping his head against the pillow that had been supporting Legrand's hips and gently pulling him back down into his mouth. Legrand moaned and thrust hard into the warm wetness and it only took him a few moments to climax with John expertly opening his throat to allow Legrand to come deep inside it.
John slid further up the bed underneath Legrand and pulled the Frenchman down on top of him, his arms still stretched out to each corner of the bed. Both men softly kissed for a few minutes before John reached up and untied Legrand's wrists. John's chest was still slick with oil from Legrand's back. Legrand slid off John's body to the side and laid his head on the Englishman's chest. "Whose birthday are we celebrating again?" he muttered sleepily.
"The Queen's."
"Right. So we'll do this again next year?"
"No. I think lessons like this are best learned if you do them again...and again..."
"Def'n'ly, s'only way you'll teach me an'fing..." Legrand mumbled, already drifting off again.
John kissed his forehead. "Go to sleep, you beautiful bastard."
"Y's J'n..."
Author: wastingyourgum
Characters/Pairings: Little John/Legrand
Rating: NC17
Genre: AU, Slash
Warnings: Slash, strong language, BDSM (just spanking - nothing outrageous)
Words: 2184
Disclaimer: I'm making nothing for myself except trouble. Little John belongs to legend. Legrand belongs to Tiger Aspect and the BBC...and John.
Summary: Legrand gave John to Eleanor for her birthday, now John's going to give him something in return...
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( Part 1... )
( Part 2... )
"You and I are going to have a few words about the difference between the English sense of humour and the French..." John leaned over and growled into his face. "For starters, I don't have a sense of humour..."
Legrand smiled. It may be the Queen who was downstairs celebrating but for some reason he felt like all his birthdays had come at once.
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John climbed off him. "You are such a pain in the arse sometimes, Guillaume... Of course I couldn't say 'no' to Her Majesty when you put me in that position! So I'm going to put you in a few different positions and you're going to find out just what 'pain in the arse' really means... Let's see how you like it!"
He slapped Legrand's backside again. "Although knowing you, you'll probably like it just fine, you perverted bugger."
Legrand grinned into his pillow. Should he try and pretend to be contrite or continue being cheeky?
Ah...fuck it.
"I'm not the one who came like a prize bull after he was tied to a bed and fucked by two different people. You seemed to like having my cock in your mouth while the Queen rode you, John."
John grabbed his hair again and tilted his head backwards. "Am I going to have to find something to gag you with? You just can't keep that big mouth shut, can you?"
"You should know."
"Mmm, I do know...Here." John knelt by Legrand's head and pushed himself to the Frenchman's lips. Legrand smirked and did not open his mouth. "Oh, it's like that, is it?" said John, with a raised eyebrow. He pinched Legrand's nose shut and though Legrand successfully held his breath for a minute or two, turning bright red in the process, he eventually exhaled noisily. John let go of his nose and forced himself into the blond's warm mouth.
Legrand playfully pressed his teeth to John's cock, just enough to be felt. "Ahhh..." John gasped. "Do that again and I'll pinch your nose and not let go!" Legrand smiled and started gently sucking at his English lover's length, revelling in the soft groans he drew from the older man.
John was extremely tempted just to stay where he was but he had other plans in mind for his helpless partner. He withdrew from Legrand's mouth and moved to kneel behind him, straddling his left thigh. He admired Legrand's buttocks as they gently clenched while Legrand moaned softly and pressed himself into the bed.
"You do have a very nice arse."
"Merci."
"Shame I'm going to have to do this to it." John raised his hand and slapped it across Legrand's right cheek with a resounding smack. Legrand groaned loudly.
"Nice noise - think I'll do it again." John saw Legrand's muscles tighten in anticipation so he deliberately waited a second and as soon as he saw the Frenchman relax slightly, let his hand fly. This time he got a small yelp from the knight squirming underneath him.
"Mmm, first one was better," John said, critically. He shifted his weight slightly and used his left hand against Legrand's left cheek. His reward was a gasp, followed by another deep groan.
John started gently rubbing Legrand's glowing backside. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Admit it."
"Never," came Legrand's muffled voice from the pillow.
"No? I am." John spanked Legrand again, three times to each side. The Frenchman whimpered slightly at the heat coming from his buttocks. John put his hands on the bed on either side of Legrand's chest and pushed himself against his backside. The warmth of the blond's skin felt delicious as he slowly ground his hips against him. "I'm going to spank your arse till it glows like a smith's furnace, Legrand... and then... I'm going to fuck it." He leaned over and lightly kissed the side of his lover's face which was glowing almost as much as his rear. "Hard."
A shudder ran through Legrand's long body at John's soft words, making the former outlaw chuckle.
"And because you are such a deviant bastard," John continued. "You're going to beg me to do it."
Legrand shook his head.
"Come on... tell me you want it," John coaxed him.
"Go to hell, you filthy English peasant," Legrand said, slowly.
John smiled enormously - he'd expected nothing less.
"'Filthy English peasant'? Is that right? Well this 'filthy English peasant' has you trussed up like a goose and hard as granite at the thought of what he's going to do to you."
John leaned on his left elbow and ran his right hand over the back of Legrand's neck and across his shoulders. His fingers trailed down the broad back in front of him and finished by grabbing one tightening buttock. He could feel the Frenchman writhing with pleasure under his touch.
He leaned in close to Legrand's ear and whispered huskily to him, "Come on Legrand, just admit it - you want my rough, sweaty hands all over you. You don't want some fancy, soft-skinned little noble. You want a hard shag from a big, hairy outlaw, don't you?"
Legrand moaned slightly with desire but replied, "You're not that big."
John laughed at his younger friend's nerve. "We'll have to see about that..."
He reached over to the bedside table for the small bottle of oil that sat there but his hand stopped as he reconsidered. "Actually, I don't think you should see at all... and I don't trust you to keep your eyes shut if you're told to." He looked around the bed and spotted the scarf that had been used to blindfold him earlier, lying in a heap on the floor. He stretched down and retrieved it then doubled it over and firmly tied it around Legrand's head. "Great shame to cover up those pretty blue eyes of yours but as you taught me earlier, sometimes it's best not to see things coming."
He drew his fist back and punched down hard towards Legrand's head, stopping mere inches from his face. Legrand didn't even flinch.
John smiled and picked up the bottle of oil, shaking it next to Legrand's ear so he could hear the liquid sloshing inside it. He sat back up between Legrand's legs, poured a little oil into his cupped palm and then spread it between his hands, gently warming it.
Legrand held his breath slightly in anticipation but he was completely surprised by John's next move.
John stepped off the bed and his large hands started slowly kneading Legrand's right calf muscle.
"John? What are you...?"
"Shut up or I'll go get some lunch and leave you here." He slowly worked his way up Legrand's right leg, his firm fingers rubbing the tension from the Frenchman's muscles. He came tantalisingly close but stopped just short of touching Legrand's tender backside. As he pressed and pushed at the knight's inner thigh John deliberately let his fingers brush against Legrand's hard length, making the bound blond moan with frustration.
He worked his way up Legrand's left leg in similar fashion, again just brushing his fingertips against the Frenchman's throbbing member, then warmed some more oil on his hands and started on Legrand's lower back.
Legrand was torn between the conflicting sensations coming from his body. On the one hand he felt increasingly relaxed as John's hands continued to ply at his body, easing the knots from his muscles. On the other, the feeling of the ropes around his wrists and ankles, spreading him helpless on the bed and the light, teasing touches against his cock and backside had him groaning with need.
John climbed on top of him again, this time straddling his back and started working on his shoulders. Legrand grunted as John's thumbs made warming circles deep in his muscles. He sighed in contentment as John finished by gently kneading the muscles in the back of his neck, up into his hairline.
"Good?" John asked him.
Legrand nodded. "Mmmm."
"Good," John said as he sat back down the bed between Legrand's legs. "Hm, that nice healthy glow has gone..." Legrand instantly tensed his muscles but he was a fraction of a second too late as John's hand came stinging down onto his backside again. John happily spanked Legrand's cheeks several more times then started firmly kneading his buttocks. He poured the oil directly over Legrand's glowing skin, slicking it across each side of his arse. As he worked deeper in to the muscles his hands strayed closer and closer together towards the middle of Legrand's body. Legrand shivered as John's thumbs finally touched together and ran up the crack of his arse.
He made a disappointed noise as John's hands left him but soon smiled as he felt John pushing another pillow under his hips. John very carefully made sure to "accidentally" brush both his fingers and the pillow against Legrand's now throbbing cock and was rewarded with another deep groan of need from his captive.
John knelt over Legrand's left thigh again and placed his left hand beside Legrand's chest. He leaned over and slipped one large finger into the cleft in the Frenchman's backside. Legrand gasped and tightened around it as John pressed it slowly into his helpless lover.
John gently probed and twisted with his finger then slowly inserted another alongside it. He started opening and closing them in a scissoring motion that had Legrand squirming and biting his lip with the effort of not begging for more.
John lay back down between Legrand's legs and pressed himself to the blond's entrance then he relaxed his arms, letting all his weight fall across Legrand's back. He ran his hands slowly up and down Legrand's sides, before sliding them under the French knight's armpits and grabbing hold of his shoulders from the front.
"Tell me you want me, you beautiful bastard," John whispered to him. "Don't tell me you want 'fucked', or' taken' - just tell me you want me."
Legrand smiled, turning his head so John could see his face. "I want you, John."
John flexed his biceps, pulling down hard on the Frenchman's firm shoulders and driving deep into him. Legrand gasped and moaned into the pillow with pleasure at the sudden fullness.
Legrand grunted at John's crushing weight on his back and with each successive thrust of John's hips as the older man's body slid against his oil-slicked back. John devoured his mouth while continuing to slide against him and into him and over him. The friction along his whole body heated up his already warm muscles and made the glow from his spanked backside burn with heat. He pictured himself in his mind's eye; bound and blindfolded against white linens, his long body shining with scented oil and covered by that of his dark-haired, bearded lover, John's biceps, thighs and buttocks tensing as he drove harder and harder into him.
John suddenly cried out and clutched at Legrand's shoulders, holding the younger man tight against him as he gasped and shuddered. Legrand could feel John's release pulsing deep within him as John rested his head against his back. Sweat dripped from John's brow and mingled with the oil and sweat on Legrand's skin.
John let out a long satisfied breath and kissed Legrand's shoulder blade before turning his head and resting his flushed cheek against the blond's glistening body. "Ohhh. I think... I'll just have another little nap..." John mumbled into Legrand's shoulder.
Legrand whined as he clenched his hips into the pillow propping him up. "John... please..."
"I'll get to you in a minute... Well, maybe an hour or so." John's voice sounded entirely serious but Legrand's heightened senses detected the shifting of John's cheek muscles against his shoulder and he knew John was smiling.
"Please, John. I'm sorry I tied you up for the Queen and I admit, I wanted you to take me from the second I woke up."
John lifted his head from Legrand's back and said in mock surprise, "Huh - who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? Was that a genuine apology?"
"Yes, John, it was. I'm genuinely sorry... Now will you please untie me or suck me off or something, for the love of God!"
"Well there's no need to sound like a stroppy serving wench - you just had to ask..." John laughed as he eased himself off his partner. He untied Legrand's ankles and got him to come up onto his knees before sliding under him, propping his head against the pillow that had been supporting Legrand's hips and gently pulling him back down into his mouth. Legrand moaned and thrust hard into the warm wetness and it only took him a few moments to climax with John expertly opening his throat to allow Legrand to come deep inside it.
John slid further up the bed underneath Legrand and pulled the Frenchman down on top of him, his arms still stretched out to each corner of the bed. Both men softly kissed for a few minutes before John reached up and untied Legrand's wrists. John's chest was still slick with oil from Legrand's back. Legrand slid off John's body to the side and laid his head on the Englishman's chest. "Whose birthday are we celebrating again?" he muttered sleepily.
"The Queen's."
"Right. So we'll do this again next year?"
"No. I think lessons like this are best learned if you do them again...and again..."
"Def'n'ly, s'only way you'll teach me an'fing..." Legrand mumbled, already drifting off again.
John kissed his forehead. "Go to sleep, you beautiful bastard."
"Y's J'n..."