|Galahad idly tucks away his sword and heads back from a day's…|
Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 05:53 pm
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.
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