Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 05:53 pm
Galahad lets out a good string of curses under his breath as he clasps bunches of the beddings in his fists. "Gawain," he cries out, wanting to say a dozen other things, but losing them because they just don't make any sense in his head. His feet dig in deeper into the cot and he throws his head back to the ceiling, letting out a sharp cry.
"Oh," he pants. "Oh, you really...are...still very good at...this," he manages to get before a moan escapes him.
Gawain raises his head, knowing
that Galahad does not want him to stop.
"Am I?" he asks lightly. "I haven't' fallen out of practice then?" He lays a soft kiss on Galahad's abdomen.
"B-bastard," Galahad hisses, his body shaking with his breaths. "Why did you stop
?" he snaps, on edge and wanting more. "More!" he demands petulantly, one hand threading into Gawain's hair and trying to guide him back down. "Please," he pleads. "Please, Gawain. You're wonderfully in practice, but if you don't continue, you'll be on the stoop of our door."
With that, he arches his back a little to get comfortable. "And if you're mean to me, I'll be mean to you."
"Promise?" asks Gawain teasingly before he relents and licks Galahad up and down. He clasps Galahad's hips tighter and shows very little mercy, quite determined to return Galahad to his previous incoherent state.
"You don't know teasing," Galahad exhales in one breath, "until I'm pushing my tongue into you and teasing you that way," he finishes in a rush. "I never felt inclined to be...to be...that mean, but...if you're going to f-force me to start," his voice is ascending octaves now and he lets out a high-pitched noise as Gawain hits the right place with his tongue.
"Please," he begs again, his voice lower now, stuck in his throat. "Gawain, please. Need you. Make me yours again."
Gawain groans at Galahad's words and, using one hand to stroke Galahad slowly but relentlessly, Gawain pushes down his trousers, kicking them away.
"You are mine," he breathes and he runs his hand along the underside of one of Galahad's thighs, pushing it up towards Galahad's chest.
Galahad allows his leg to go with Gawain's push, stretching it towards his chest with a little bit of leverage. He bites down on his grin and watches Gawain with a mixture of adoration and desperation. "Good," Galahad exhales. "Because you're not getting rid of me...so easily now," he gets out the words with some difficulty.
His hips push forward, pushing right into Gawain's slow strokes and Galahad breathes in and out, just trying to breathe as Gawain teases him. Very slowly, Galahad spreads his thighs, just to hint, just to suggest. He meets Gawain's gaze and gives him a mischievous little grin. "Take me."
Gawain leans down and kisses Galahad briefly. "If you insist," he says, with a teasing smile on his face.
Growling slightly at the delay caused by reaching for the (by now ever-present) flask of oil by the cot, Gawain slicks up his fingers to thoroughly prepare Galahad. He caresses Galahad's stomach and thighs as he does so before taking himself in hand.
With another breathless smile at Galahad, Gawain positions himself and presses against Galahad.
Galahad bites his lip, grinning up at Gawain. "If I were a girl," he gasps out, thrusting his hips up to let Gawain in deeper. "I would plead for you," he breathes raggledly, hands caressing Gawain's back as he spreads his thighs a little further. "Plead so hard, and..." he stops talking when Gawain pushes deep enough to steal his words.
"Oh," he moans, one hand clumsily dislodging from Gawain's hip to stroke at himself slowly. "Y'know, the...the...g-girls would want it...too."
"Would they?" gasps out Gawain as he settles into a comfortable, hard rhythm. "Two -- ah!
-- knights are better than one, th-then?" he asks lightly before he groans and arches his back.
, Gal'had!" he moans and he twines his fingers with Galahad's, stroking him firmly.
"Gawain," Galahad calls out, his head tilting back to the ceiling as he lets out a long moan, back arching forward violently and pushing against Gawain, stroking their hands over himself harder and harder until finally, it's too much.
He bites his lip hard enough that it begins to bleed and he lets out a yelp, shouting Gawain's name as he climaxes.
He breathes heavily, tightening his clasp on Gawain's hand. "Girls would pay," he murmurs, "to get claimed by you."
Gawain climaxes mere (thunderous, pounding) heartbeats later and collapses on top of Galahad, effectively pinning him to the bed.
"They'd pay?" he asks shakily. "Then what have I been doing wrong all these years I have been paying them
?" He grins and shifts slightly to the side, resting his cheek on Galahad's shoulder.
"You just didn't frame your offer properly," Galahad groans slightly, giving Gawain a slight shove off him, burrowing his nose in Gawain's neck. "They all know how good you are, they all talk about it. They would pay to have you," he grins and pokes Gawain on the nose, "do to them what you just did so wonderfully to me."
He gives a sated sigh, draping one arm over Gawain's waist. "Mmm," he murmurs, grinning a little wider. "You are good."
"Thank you," mumbles Gawain, content to lie entangled with Galahad for a few moments.
"Wait," he says, propping himself up on one elbow. "They all talk
Galahad lies on his back, drawing small circles on the sheen of his chest, grinning up at Gawain. "Oh, quite. Details and stories. You've had a prolific and quite mythical sex life, you know."
Galahad turns and pushes Gawain onto the bed, crawling atop him and straddling his hips. "You get more sex than Lancelot according to the girls. And boys."
"I'd have to wonder how I ever manage to get any sleep if I am alleged to have had that number of conquests," says Gawain and he runs his hands up Galahad's stomach and chest.
Galahad laughs as he feels a shiver go down his back. "I'm only disappointed that I'm so rarely involved. It's always roman nobility this, and stable boy that, and tavern wench here, whores there, Lancelot, Tristan, Arthur," Galahad rolls his eyes. "You didn't start any of those rumours, did you?" he questions, arching an eyebrow.
With that, Galahad eased off and pushed out over Gawain's body until he was completely covering him.
"I did no such thing," says Gawain mildly and he wraps his arms around Galahad. A low rumble of contentment sounds in the back of his throat. "So, Galahad-my-love, should we make plans to woo some unsuspecting girl?"
His arms tighten around Galahad as though to ward off the thought of any interloper into their comfortable arrangement but he cannot deny the underlying thrill that comes with such a plan...