Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 05:53 pm
Gawain laughs. "No, they don't call us that. Although Bors does
call you a whelp," he adds thoughtfully.
Gawain shivers as Galahad caresses his chest and he starts to nuzzle at Galahad's throat and jaw. "You're distracting me now, you know. Very much indeed.
"Tell me, brave and
noble knight. What would we do exactly
if we bedded a girl together?"
Galahad tries to put that news aside. He's known they've called his names, but 'whelp' is surprisingly acceptable over other names they could call him. "Whelp," he mutters. "Just because I'm the youngest and the smallest doesn't mean..." he continues, affronted as he tries to get past it.
Gawain's talented mouth is quite the aid and he gives a happy murmur at Gawain's nuzzling, one hand stroking up Gawain's back and burying into Gawain's hair, the other hand moving lower and lower, pushing past the fabric of Gawain's breeches and cupping at his arse.
"Details?" Galahad grins mischievously. "You want lewd details of the sexual acts we would commit?" he continues, voice light with bemusement. "Well...I'd want to watch you take her," Galahad lowers his voice slightly, turning to kiss at Gawain's temple, giving him a little bit of force to indicate that the nuzzling shouldn't stop. "You on top, thrusting so slowly. Your back, you know, is quite magnificent."
Gawain keeps nuzzling, as directed. "It is, is it?" he asks breathlessly. "I am glad it meets with your approval."
He ducks his head and starts to kiss downwards. "I like your chest, personally." He bites softly at one of Galahad's nipples to prove his point. As he continues kissing, he asks, "So, I will take the girl and you will watch? That does not seem very satisyfing for you..."
Galahad grasps a fistful of beddings. "A-ah," he lets out a gasp of a moan as Gawain bites. "She'll...be busy moaning from what you're doing. A person doesn't watch while you're taking them," he chastises lightly, breathing a little more raggedly. He gives a half-grin. "My chest?" Galahad asks breathlessly, running his free hand up Gawain's side, clasping the hips.
"I'll be..." Galahad mumbles, trying to get the words. "I'll be right there, Gawain. Watching and relieving myself, satisfying myself." He tilts his head to find Gawain's lips and steal a long kiss, pushing hard. "Because then," he whispers into Gawain's mouth. "I'm going to go down on her."
"Lucky girl," murmurs Gawain against Galahad's lips before he kisses him lightly and repeatedly.
"I shall be watching, I daresay. Recovering until it is my turn again."
Gawain continues kissing a path down Galahad's body, lingering with all tenderness on the scar across his abdomen. "Will you take her, do you think?" he muses, tracing a finger up Galahad's side. "While I take you?"
He looks up at Galahad's face. Gawain's own face is all but completely obstructed by the curtains of his hair but a cheeky grin is visible, none the less. He bows his head again and kisses inwards along the crease of Galahad's thigh.
Galahad's breath is sharper, more inhalations than anything else and he's gasping loudly. "If she allows me," he gets out. "I would take her with her permission, but I dare say I wouldn't let you distract me," Galahad moans, his fingers pushing Gawain's hair back and stroking his face. "I would certainly lose control."
Galahad bites his lip, turning his head as his back arches. "Don't just...tease me," Galahad begs.